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2,100	42	16	1,435	3,655	Email written by Zac the previous night that Julius forwarded to everyone (or words in Niles' case at the club) Dear , Do you remember where the old bookstore was by Cedar and Miller? I think it was called Creatures 'n Crooks. The store that shut down years ago and became The Mockingbird. Well, that cafe shut down too like a month ago. There's a new attraction that has yet to make its debut. The building is MASSIVE now. Jules and I pulled some strings and I'm excited to say we will be the first to walk into the renovated future hot spot. The address is 809 Cedar St! Dress festive! (Not mandatory but would be awesome...). We're going to have fun! I hope you guys can let loose for one night. Dinner will be served at 6:30 PM. You can bring a person or two (21+ preferably). I'm bringing my twin and her boyfriend. I'm thankful you guys took the time to listen to me. The OG boss is okay with you guys bringing your own liquor. If not, there will be refreshments provided. I hope to see you there! Best regards, Zachary Harper What the young man forgot to share with his old friends was what the place was called (Google Maps has not been updated yet so if you were to search for it, it would show the Mockingbird), what kind of place it even was, what they were going to do besides dinner and that his brother is now a she. Timeskip: Friday, October 28th 6:25PM If Zac could, he would go Trick or Treating. When it came to games, he was still very much a child. He just hoped his old friends could enjoy themselves. The Coopers were nice enough to let Zac bring some people to enjoy their new Entertainment center (BEFORE THE PREMIERE)! In this place, they even had a bar and a nice dining area. The young man could tell this was definitely going to be the hot spot of the century in Willow Valley. Of course, Jules had to put in some money to pay for electricity...but... the opening date for DADDZ FUN ZONE was on Halloween so this was also Mr. Cooper's way of testing his employers. A fun night to let go and have fun, even if his old friends probably planned to leave early. The arcade was an absolute utopia and they sold alcoholic beverages as well?! Fan-fucking-tastic! Granted, drinks and beverages had to stay in the eating areas. But man was Zac excited! Standing outside nervously, the dark haired man with (red color spray on his hair) began to play with his top hat. He and his sister couldn't help but go all out in their wear. Yes, when they played some games they'd take some of their shit off but for now, they were going to bring out their inner kid again. Leaning on the wall, Vince, Gabby's boyfriend, brought his camera up. "Hey you two, turn around." Gabriella and Vince were a 'Couple' of pirates, while Zac took on the role as a vampire. This costume was stashed in his closet for quite some time now. Something he wore senior year of high school. Thank god he could still fit in it. The two twins turned simultaneously. Gabriella kissed Zac's cheek while her brother made a silly face, revealing his fangs. After he took the picture, Vince glanced down at his camera silently to review it. He wasn't one to talk often but when he did, he was pretty cool. "Gabs... They're not going to have fun." Turning to his sister, the fear in the man's blue orbs were apparent as hell. Taking his top hat away from him and then placing it back on his head, she playfully rolled her eyes, "You'll be fine dork. Just breathe. They're coming for you. Make the best of it. No depression from you Mister!" Bringing her pointer finger to his noise, she adorably poked it which made him smile. "Yeah, you're right... oh, did we remember the-" "Yeah. It's all set." Turning to see if anyone arrived yet, the 'prettyface' boy turned to look at the parking lot, while replying, "Thanks man! I still need to figure out when I want to bring it out though..."	- snipped - roleplay closed -
2,101	42	17	2,181	13,532	Alver paused as he received a email in the night, looking at his computer from his intense self manga study to help assist what would be somewhat expected in regular interaction. Of course anime or manga probably shouldn't be the one to help him out in socialization or friendship interaction but it was all he had. Clicking open the email, his lavender gaze quickly read it over and he raised a slight eyebrow. He vaguely remembered the place... and he wasn't sure what exactly they were doing now. Great, harder to prepare. Thanks Harpy. Wait.... wasn't his twin a guy? Eh.. whatever. For now, the tall ghostly man had other concerns to deal with. Whatever they were doing, Zachary apparently wanted to go all out and be fun. Considering the request to dress 'festive' whatever that means. It was a bit childish... or a lot. Wasn't even Halloween yet, but Alver still considered it since it would probably make his immature acquaintance happy. That was the whole point of him leaving his safe haven. What would he go as though? He was basically a walking attraction anyway. At least, he didn't know any other albino in town. The children liked comparing him to a ghost or a vampire. Ghost was a bit too simple and be basically his everyday self. Vampire might work. He could even go as Zero Kiryu. Alver liked to think he looked quite like the ex-human vampire. Yet he wasn't quite positive the others would get it since Zero wore mostly everyday clothes. If he was going to dress up, it might as well be something he doesn't wear every day. His hair and eyes were natural, so of course he just wore those everyday. Since he was meeting everyone, he at least wanted to look somewhat impressive. After all, it was like a first appearance and in a way he wanted to come in like a dashing handsome man. Sesshomaru? Nah. Samurai? Mhmm not quite. Perhaps a knight? Oh or maybe Dante? Mhm... decisions. Mhmm he did have that suit of armor so maybe a knight would be impressive enough. It wasn't something he wore all the time and it did feel like actually dressing up. So a knight it was! Something a bit opposite to the down terms people usually threw at him. More on the light and chivalrous path. The place probably would let him bring a real sword so he should probably just use a fake decorative one. Glancing at the clock, Alver realized it was about morning now and decided to head back to his room for some rest. Timeskip: October 28th 6:30 PM After waking up and getting the costume ready, Alver called in to his boss/friend to give him a ride. Getting out of the car, Alver turned his head to Lily who stared at him with a serious nerve wrecking gaze. "It's good you're finally getting out Alver.... but just a suggestion... if these guys are hot. Be sure to take photographic memory and draw them. Could be used in another good series." The older woman said, making the tall pale man sigh. "Unsure they would appreciate being made into a manga Boss. Thank you for the ride." Alver said, watching her role her eyes and wave her hand. "Details. Probably wouldn't ever know. You probably draw them anyway and they are hiding in that garage of yours. Call me with the details. And email me a picture of them." Lily said before driving off. Alver blinked slowly as he watched the black mustang car drive off before walking along the side walk, staring at a piece of paper he hand written down the address. His armor clinking gingerly as he walked along. It was a bit heavy, but it fit him well. Men of the medieval times sure had to have quite a bit of strength to always lug these things around. Thank his mother for her years of physical training to get him to stay reasonably healthy. Mhmm.. maybe he should write something on that? Flicking his lavender gaze up, the coloring slightly flashing red with a lamppost he walked under. He spotted the building supposedly he needed to go. Harpy failed to give a name, but it seemed like this was the one formerly known as Creatures 'n Crooks then the Mockingbird. It looked like... some arcade? Entertainment center? Whatever it was, somehow Alver should of guessed Zachary wanted them all to meet them in someplace like this. Not that he.. disliked these places. He enjoyed games he was able to play without burning his eyeballs. Just usually these places were too loud for his ears. Still, it was for Zachary, so he'd tolerate it for now. Taking a deep breath, the tall man brushed a gloved hand through his white hair, looking himself over briefly in the window reflection to check himself out. Had to make sure he looked alright. Satisfied, despite spending many hours in front of his mirror to get it right, he pushed the door open and walked inside. Standing tall and walking inside calmly and cooly. Tall.. handsome man. He could do this. He was a adult. He was tall. He could play it cool for a night. All was fine. Spotting Zachary, the one who started all of this along with two others, Alver walked over, looking down at all three of them. Two pirates and Zachary was apparently a vampire. How cute. "....Salutations." the pale man managed to greet them. His face remaining calm, but managed to give a slight friendly smile.	Birthday October 31st Age 26 Formula and Sexuality Versatile and Homosexual Goal To be a little more out of shell. Do what friends do. Hangout and things. Or attempt to. Marriage/Family/Love Life Has been in one relationship four years ago. But he shut himself in after the break up. Has a grey she-cat named Miko. His father, having died when Alver was fifteen, was a kind man. While his mother still lives working as a policewoman. Rarely home. Occupation Writer/Manga Artist/Artist Appearance Height: 7'0 Weight: 160 lb Other prominent traits: His skin is ghostly pale, odd lavender colored eyes that occasionally change depending on the angle with the sunlight. White hair. Often wears a pair of glasses or contacts. Despite being tall, he's pretty skinny and almost looks fragile. But he can still pull off a judo move or two. Middleschool/Highschool Clique He's the nerdy, introvert sort of person. Past Crush He had a crush on Mikaela Winter during his school years. Alver felt a silent connection or familiarity towards his childhood friend. Perhaps because they both were... off in their own way. Bullied, misjudged. Alver didn't particularly have much hesitation when he figured out what he was feeling, and ended up confessing. Yet he was turned down. Heartbroken and crushed, he felt a bit bitter yet he just smiled in response. Then his father died, and the combination of grief assisted in secluding himself from everyone. Current Crush ----- Are you in contact with a Rose? No. Personality Alver is sort of quiet at first, mostly because he starts out suspicious of other people due to what his parents often warned him about and his previous encounters. Due to this, he can be sarcastic, sometimes a smart-ass, and let out a bit more of his dark sarcastic humor. He's also sometimes a bit mean and bitter when it comes to people who seem to feel overly sorry for themselves. He doesn't mean to be cruel, it just comes out that way. However, he's a pretty mature, sweet and kind boy who's rather calm most of the time. Pretty level headed, and doesn't enjoy fights. He's naturally curious and adventurous and enjoys wandering about often, seeming to ignore any possible danger. Although he doesn't have a lot of social skills and finds it difficult on how to talk to others, he does want other people's company even for a little bit. Having been secluded most of his life. But he's always willing to lend a friendly ear to those who feel down, giving his own friendly advice and opinions. Quite a fatherly/brotherly figure towards those younger than him. He loves flowers, stargazing, singing and playing the piano. As well as practicing Judo his father taught him. He also likes animals. Despite his overall kind nature, he can be mischievous and enjoys teasing others and has a little bit of dark humor. Despite others not usually enjoying his presence and sometimes hating his own appearance, he has a small bit of pride in his looks and never really attempts hiding his hair anymore, even growing it out into a longer length. He also enjoys taking advantage of those who are a bit scared of him from the 'demonic, ghost, vampire' rumors. He is however quite a bit naïve. Mostly a introvert during the day, and spending most of his time drawing or reading, he's not very good with technology or picking up certain things. He hasn't watched many movies, or adventured the internet other than strictly for work, sayings usually fly over his head, and he usually thinks his looks drive people away, so he never notices if people actually find him attractive. He's neat and organized, his house quite tidy and doesn't quite enjoy a mess. Though usually is the one who always cleans up even if the mess isn't his. Though he does enjoy wearing loose clothes as they are comfy. Likes cute things (including people). Short Bio On the day of Halloween, October 31st, gave birth to a boy with striking white hair and very pale white skin. Eyes a pretty light lavender color that often seemed to change color depending on where the light struck them. Sometimes lavender, sometimes a very light pale blue, and even a tinge of red people would say. His parents were quite shocked to see such a pale baby and wondered if he was just unhealthy, having never seen someone as pale as a ghost. He wasn't, the was just born with the gene of extremely rare pigments of a albino. So, his mother named him Alver, meaning "White" in Latin-American, along to fit with his last name, Rozu meaning Rose. His parents worried over his well being, as the doctors gave them proper diagnostics of possible defects of albinos, as well as studying their own research. They feared he would burn easily and wouldn't be able to see well since he had such low pigments in his eyes. So he was quite sheltered as a child. His parents often trying to keep him indoors and away from people, in fear of others reaction. As well as not wanting their son to burn easily or hurt his eyes further. Alver however was the curious sort. He wanted to go outside, play, interact with the other children. Including going to school like everybody else. In which case, his parents relented as long as he wore a hoodie, brought a umbrella and sunglasses with him. Of course this made him look a bit more awkward. His father died when Alver was fifteen, and his mother spends most her time working as a policewoman. Through his time in public school, he was often bullied for his looks. But he stayed around and put up with it so he could be with his friends. However, when his friendships fell apart... So did he. Unable to handle it and becoming bitter over people, he left public school to be home schooled. Shutting out the world and finding comfort in his own tiny one. When he was fifteen year old and he was out playing by himself, he was kidnapped by a group of shady people. His parents were of course on the case and hunted them down, however, during the rescue, Son Rozu was shot in the crossfire and bled out. He lost his father that day and he blames himself for it. This was what really made him shut and push everyone away. Not wanting to put others in danger just because of how he looked. He didn't want to see someone else bleed and die in front of him like his father. Especially someone he cared about. As a adult after his friendship broke with his childhood friends and his father's death, he more or less secluded himself from people as much as possible. Save the occasional few from work. Other He has sensitive hearing and sense of smell. So he doesn't like loud places or strong smelling areas. He likes to play piano and sing occasionally. He enjoys cooking and is actually quite good at it. He'a a bit of a clean freak and his house is kept tidy. A habit of is that he takes care of others. Makes sure people are well fed, makes sure their clothes are straight, makes sure they have what they need. It's why he was taken advantage of by bullies as he'd usually 'help' them with their homework or give away his lunch. That and he his friends usually poked fun at how he could be a mother hen. He has a high dislike/fear of any vehicle and usually avoids using them. If ever he goes out in sunlight, he wears light colored clothes, sunglasses, and has a umbrella to protect himself. He likes cloudy or rainy days. He enjoys painting, and occasionally, he paints his childhood friends when they were kids. He's quite the dork really. Loves manga and comic books and the occasional video game. Though most he can't quite play as his eyes can't handle them very well. Most of the older games he could though. Theme Song(s) Pompeii by Bastille Away From The Sun by 3 Doors Down Answer Coward Montblanc (Acquaintance / Friend / Close Friend / Best Friend / Love Interest / Boyfriend-Girlfriend / Ex / Enemy) Zachary Harper Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend "When we were kids, Harpy and Miky were pretty much the kids of the group. I remember Harpy was so adorable and looked like such a girl. It's a reason I called him Harpy. For his last name and to tease his feminine features. Still, he was a bit of a baby and I often found myself trying to baby him. He was a bit of a scatter brain though. Honestly, I swear he needed other people to take care of him. I didn't really mind when he needed attention though... Hope at least nowadays he can stand on his own." Genie Fulton Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend "If I was the calm one, GG the Pup was the temperamental one. He could get loud and I swear you even hint at a competition, he'd jump at the chance. He even tried to beat me at painting. That was messy. We'd butt heads occasionally, but to me he was like a large dog. Lots of barking, but was loyal and cute when he wanted to be. And despite his temperament, I knew he was someone I could rely on back then." Julius Graham Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend "Awe Teddy. Such a cute kid. Despite the big guy he was lovable like a teddy bear. Adorable in his own way, course he didn't always enjoy it when I teased him about it. Always saying he was totally manly or something. But I liked him when he showed his true colors. When I painted, he would watch me sometimes, but whenever I offered for him to try, he'd just refuse. It was a pity. I still think of him fondly even now when I paint. Thinking his cheerful self would probably brighten this lonely house." Mikaela Winter Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend/First Crush "Miky... He had always been such a cutie. Despite being older then me, I just wanted to coddle him, protect him and make him smile. He was just so... Breathtaking is what comes to mind. It's hard to describe. When we were young, he spoke of such interesting fantasies sometimes. I wanted to paint them. Draw them. See what he saw. Course I couldn't quite replicate it, but it was nice trying. I was drawn to him unknowingly at first until we reached middle school years. Perhaps it was because his eyes were a little odd like mine... Or he was just odd as I was. So I got a little brave with some encouragement and confessed. I was rejected however. I knew that such a thing was possible, but I guess in my heart I was hoping for something straight out of a romantic book or a shounen manga. I also didn't realize how much it would hurt. And it really hurt. Cause the combination of fear, guilt, and bitterness held my heart. I was afraid I had just ruined our life long friendship. Guilty that I made Miky uncomfortable... And bitter that he didn't accept me. I knew it wasn't his fault, I did really. I hated myself for thinking that. I didn't want my friends to see the disgusting side of me. So I ran away. Like a coward and just ended up destroying my friendships. Thinking to myself 'they are better off without me. No one needs me. I'll just do what my kind does. Ghosts disappear.' So that's what I did. Disappear from their lives, letting them live them. It was fine. I'll be okay alone. Everything was better that way." Niles Blake Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend "Coolio was a fun kid. He generally was just fun to be around. A bit silly.. Whenever we got in trouble, he was pretty much the one that talked us out of it. Then was able to laugh about it later. I had to fix his hair sometimes. It always felt he just royally messed it up. He just laughed at about anything though. It warmed the heart really." Lucas Adolf Past and Present Relationship: Ex-Boyfriend "He's crude... insensitive... a jerk... and at times cruel. Yet he could show such kindness sometimes. He always had a talent at pulling my heartstrings. Guess in a way... he gave me a sense of belonging."
2,102	42	18	66	1,312	Ah, the feeling of discomfort, physically and emotionally hung over the strawberry blonde. After such a hectic day with how Zac and Julius had come over and coffee on the ceiling meaning that he and the barista had been chewed out by the cafe's owner, he hadn't even gotten a chance to look over the email until the day of the meet up. He had told Hank about how he was going to be going out the next day and his friend was surprised to find out the day of the party that he was going to be Mikaela's plus one, but Hank loved parties. Micah had come upon the email, only a few hours before the party, getting ready to go home after his shift. He had been in the backroom on his chromebook, checking up on his inbox when he came upon it. Creatures 'n Crooks, that old bookstore used to be a favorite of his before it was torn down. Micah had heard about the Mockingbird being shut down as well seeing as how he was a higher up for one of the only cafes in town. This would probably be really fun! ...Awkward, but fun. Zac and Julius had always seemed like the ones that had the most energy when they were kids, and Micah thought it would be good to catch up. Jocelyn had given the okay to take care of Luke for the night too, everything was set for tonight when... Oh, Micah had to wear a halloween costume. The male hadn't really dressed up as anything the past few years, he had wanted to look the part of the meddlesome father watching over his trick-or-treating son too much to dress up. Where would he get a good costume on such short notice? All the stores seemed to only have bad fake costumes that had been made of rather itchy materials. As Mikaela thought this, one of the baristas, Lauren, glanced over at the email over his shoulder. "You're going to a party?" "Um yeah... It's with a few old friends of mine. But I don't have anything to wear-" The look that Lauren gave him sent chills through his body. Never again would he ask a girl to help him pick out an outfit. She made this rather evil grin and put a finger to the shorter male's lips. After silencing Micah, she skipped away to talk to Angela before they both came in, Angela mirroring her coworker's expression. "We have the perfect idea~ Just give me fifteen minutes, 'kay?" The girls then hurried off, one walking down the few blocks to her house and the other leaving by car. While waiting, Micah called up Hank and talked to him about the party and they both decided that his friend would meet him there. The rest of the time was spent contemplating the email, a twin sister? That wasn't what Micah remembered... Anyway, what were those girls up to? When some girls have the chance to get creative, they go all out. Angela and Lauren arrived with quite a few things that Mikaela didn't even know what they were used for, along with a wig... and a huge white wedding dress. "Girls-" Micah got out of the chair he had been sitting on in the rec room and backed up, trapped with both exits blocked off. And so, Mikaela was dazzled up with makeup and hair clips and a wig and a garter belt? All the things you would expect a girl to wear on her wedding day in only a little over an hour to spare. When Micah looked into the mirror, he couldn't help but feel shocked. It was the female version of him that was ready to walk down the aisle. He could still tell it was him, but any trace of man that had been on him was completely gone... How could he face the manly Julius like this? "Just wear this as long as you can at the party. If you need to wear something easier to move around in, we have for you a shorter skirt and white blouse. You have to wear them okay~? We won't let you say no~" Yes, these girls were truely evil. Micah had to make sure Luke did not see this. And in order to make sure Mikaela went to the meet up in his feminine get up, they stole his original clothes. So there he was, waiting about a block away from DADDZ FUN ZONE, going to meet up with Hank. It was a great laugh to see what Hank was wearing though. He had on a Hawaiian flower shirt that was completely unbuttoned, a flower necklace, and swim trunks, paired with sunglasses and flip flops. "And I thought you would be making fun of me for my get up," Hank laughed, taking the necklace from around his neck and twirling it around. Micah's face went a bright red and he didn't say anything, a little to flustered and embarrassed. He walked ahead of the chuckling Hank, wanting to stomp on his foot, but having too much skirt to do so. "H-Here goes nothing...!" Mikaela started nearing where the group of people at the front were migrating. There was two pirates that appeared to be a couple and Zac as a rather extravagant vampire. And... That looked an awful lot like... For the love of all that is holy... Micah was feeling ready to faint. And though he didn't go unconscious, he did trip on his own skirts and start to fall.	Name Mikaela Winter Nickname Micah Birthday November 7th Age 29 Formula and Sexuality Uke II Heterosexual turned bisexual Goal Be able to support his son and give him the life he deserves. To be able to connect with his true "family" again. Family (Third person POV from his father's perspective) The Winter Family is known for being one of the most prestigious families of Willow Valley. They only had one boy they named Mikaela after the boy's great grandfather. His father never really approved of him, and did everything to kick that unpredictable imagination out of him and groom him into the successor he was meant to be. During middle school, this behavior got worse, his son was mixing up fantasy and reality. Thinking that these would be his last free years, his father let him be on his own. Once Mikaela arrived in high school, work was to be done. He had private tutors that would make him work all the hours of the night after school. He was always made to be in the top three places in school. Someone was influencing the successor, his grades were dropping drastically, he would shut himself into his room after school. He came home one day with cuts all over his face... His father immediately sent him to a boarding school. His heir would not be so weak! After two years of schooling, Mikaela pleaded with his father to let him come home, be with his mother who was having arthritis, gaining the proper social skills of an adult. Mikaela was allowed to go to a public college. There he met Emily, his forbidden love. His father tried to reason with his successor, the vixen was praying on his weak son. Finally, his father threw him out, disowning him. Once his wife was out of the picture. Mikaela's father did reach out a hand to his dreadful son, saying he would forget the past and adopt Luke, but Mikaela refused. Marriage/Love During college, Mikaela met a girl named Emily that was his only hope in the world. His angel was just a normal college girl that could never be accepted by his parents. Mikaela was disowned from the family, but he didn't care. Mikaela was married for a short period of three years from when he was 22 to 26, but his wife died 3 years ago. Emily had been suffering from a hereditary heart disease since she was young and passed away with no other family. He had one baby boy named Luke. Mikaela never did have any other relationship besides his marriage. There was a time in middle school... But that never did go anywhere. His son was born with lighter lavender eyes that came from his father and blonde hair. Luke has a habit of milking his cuteness, but always ends up taking care of his papa. Luke is exceptional at cleaning and housework, more of the time taking care of his dad than the other way around. Occupation During the daytime he works as the manager for a small bar/coffee shop. At night he works as a waiter at his friend's high-class restaurant "Tonnelli's Italian Cuisine Restaurant." His sweet old lady neighbor Jocelyn takes care of his son while he's out at night. At his coffee shop job he wears contacts that make his eye color blue. He leaves them off for his waiter job in order to get extra tips. Sometimes he would make up some inventions he would use around the shop. He was a decent gadget handy man as well. Appearance At the height of 5'4" he's a bit on the short side. He tries his best to keep the average weight of 125, but his weight is always lowering due to his high metabolism. The thing that stands out most about his appearance is his two different colored eyes. His right eye is a mint green, while his left is a deep lavender. he also has a burn scar on his left leg when he saved Luke from dropping a pot of boiling water on his head. He has strawberry blonde hair that is sickeningly straight and he usually leaves it to its own devices. Style: Not really being the fashionable type, Mikaela usually wore whatever his father ordered him to wear. All of his fantasies were kept in his head. He always had the baby face of his. Some people wondered if he ever did go through puberty in the first place, it seemed like he only grew taller and that was it. His voice changed seemed to be gradual and no one could really notice when it came to his normal voice now. Middleschool Clique "The one everyone leaves alone." Mikaela was the kind of person that was always staring off into space and caught in a day dream. In his earlier years of middle school, he was bullied a lot. He kept it a secret from the people around him and slowly all the bullies grew tired of him. The girls at school liked him for his mysterious look, but would leave him alone when they found out he would either talk for days about what he was thinking of, or just ignore them caught in some other delusion. He was always working on some kind of trinket that no one could understand. Highschool Clique "The Freak" It wasn't until high school that he met Jonah. No one had really gotten that psychological and that cruel when they bullied him in middle school. The teenager seemed to always have this sweet happy smile on his face, appearing to others as a good friend of Mikaela's. There were quite a bunch of misunderstandings with it. He would label Micah as a freak, someone that only had the purpose to disgust people. He might grow up to have money, but he'd just become the puppet with his father pulling the strings. Jonah wrecked at his mental state more and more. Mikaela became so withdrawn from reality it messed with his health. Was that a dragon peeking from around the corner? Did the walls just start to close in? Day in and day out was a terror. It was one day when Micah was so out of touch with reality he was unresponsive to Jonah. Getting angrier and angrier, the sadistic bully carved light lines into the other's face. It stung a little, but his words as he sliced him cut far deeper. When Mikaela came home, his father shipped him off to boarding school. He gained more confidence during those years. Mikaela realized he didn't want to carry on his father's legacy. He would do everything to make his father happy... then slip out right from under him. Past Crush He had a deep crush on Genie that he could never explain. Yes, there was no way he could like another man! But... this was Genie... All the boys might have caught on to his affection, but he never did confess. When they were in middle school, Alver confessed to him. Mikaela didn't know what to do. He had been caught at one point reading something with suggested homosexual tendencies. The boy... he had been locked in the closet all night after that. He wasn't gay! That wouldn't happen... Not as long as he lived under that household. Mikaela did his best to soften the blow of his rejection, but it didn't seem to work. Current Crush --- Are you in contact with a Rose? No Personality The boy always seems to be thinking up some new kind of fantasy as a kid. Before he met his childhood friends, he would spend hours staring at the wall and dreaming up new fantasies. He is a lazy bum who can't seem to clean anything right. He was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but when he is able to focus enough, he's able to cook well. Mikaela loves being around people who all care for each other, they help bring his fantasies to reality. He may not show it, but smiles are all he wants to give other people. He also sees the world a lot differently from other people. Each different sound has a shade of color, and there are all beautiful. He always believed that Zac's blue voice was the prettiest though. Mikaela may seem distant to you now. When he talks to people, he puts on a facade of being super happy, keeping a save emotional distance between the two of you. If he doesn't try hard enough, he usually keeps a straight face all the time, and that creeps people out. Because of his time in high school, he does his best to distance himself. Micah doesn't want people to find out about his fantasies, he doesn't want to call him strange or a freak. He has a son to take care of. Luke and his friend Hank are the only ones around him that know about his daydreaming. Since he isn't good at housework, his son picks up the slack, he's usually taking a nap at home or playing with his son. Short Bio Mikaela never seemed to be fit for the heir to the Winter family. His eyes seemed to be two different colors and he was always off in his own world. His father thought of him as weak and would force him to study all the time. Micah didn't care too much about that, since studying wasn't that bad, whenever he wasn't studying, he was off in his fantasies. In his family, no one knew his true emotions, because he was so bad at showing them on his face. But then he met his first friends, the ones he actually called his family. They all seemed to be younger than him, but they unconsciously taught him how to express himself. He would laugh and play like a normal boy, which his parents had never seen before. Mikaela's favorite place was the club house, that was the only place he would ever go to when he final felt the pressures of his family. But... Everyone left. He couldn't handle the stress of rejecting Alver, the one he thought of as his "family's" mother. Mikaela realized what he was leaving, but he just couldn't handle it. His fantasies were his only company after that. After the intense bullying from Jonah, Mikaela was shipped off to boarding school. There was no way he could leave everything he'd known just to be under his father's thumb. If he had learned anything from Jonah, it was that he was going to turn into the puppet if he didn't do anything. Mikaela convinced his parents to let him go back to college in Willow Valley. There he was able to not be the most popular, but not be the loner either. He was able to meet Hank his freshman year and start his first proper friendship in forever. Jonah didn't go to his college so he didn't have any influence there. His second year... he met Emily. His beautiful angel, the one he hoped to spend his life with. They did everything together. Micah decided to marry her the first chance he got. But his parents said no way. Mikaela was the heir, he was to have an arranged marriage and take over the family business... but he fought back full force. His father got so pissed that he disowned his own son, not caring that he wouldn't have an heir anymore. Those next few years seemed to be his happiest after his childhood memories. They didn't have much money, but they made due and had a son right away. Luke was a reincarnation of his mother... but that must have been why she died from a heart attack. Mikaela was able to bounce back out of his depression because of Luke. He was able to stay firm and not let his parents take Luke away from him. To support his son, Mikaela worked extra hours as a waiter at a rather high-class restaurant. He devoted his life completely to his son... Jonah was back. He had gone and gotten a master's degree from his college and came back just to torture Micah. He came around now and again to wreck at Mikaela's mental state. He never did really fight back against Jonah, the only times he did was when Jonah said things about Luke. Jonah... the man came by one night while Luke was at a sleepover. He was outrageously drunk and overpowered Mikaela, raping him and sprouting insults left and right. Even Jonah felt a little bit bad about that when he woke up, so he paid Mikaela a hefty amount of money to keep him quiet and half-seriously joked about them doing it again every so often.
2,103	42	19	792	4,390	Niles As soon as he read the email Niles knew he was going to regret ever agreeing to this. He had expected to maybe go to Zac's house or apartment or whatever, have a beer, and leave after the mandatory hour - stating some bullshit reason like an early call time as a reason why he was leaving. But of course things couldn't just be...simple. Things couldn't just be...normal. Though what was normal anyway? Niles had projected his ideal version of a meeting and of course he would wind up disappointed by such a radical shift in tone. Maybe it wasn't too late to call it off. He could find some excuse. What business did he have at a 'hot spot'? Niles frequented night clubs, he had had enough of hot spots to last him three lifetimes. And yet...the most confusing and thus damning piece of information on the invite was a simple line halfway through the piece. No, it wasn't the fact that Niles remembered Zac having a twin brother - Niles was no stranger to that community having 'dated' a handful over the years - but rather something seemingly innocuous. "What the fuck does 'dress festive' mean?" "It means to wear a costume," Chelsea Harrington nonchalantly said as she was busily checking her makeup on a compact mirror. "Your little friend is having a costume party. How adorable." Niles had shared the details of his meeting with Zac and the subsequent email with his co-star and closest confidant, Chelsea. They had very few secrets between them and usually Chelsea was the one to bore Niles with details of her friends and their affairs - and sometimes LITERAL affairs. Niles appreciated the minor bit of role reversal. "Well that's crazy. Who celebrates Halloween over the age of thirteen?" "I do. You know that." "No, you find a cheap 'adult nurse' or something costume and try to play hook up. That's not celebrating Halloween, that's an ordinary Friday night." "Ouch, I forgot how catty you are. Anyway, what are you going as?" "Niles Blake." "Niles, hon, you know I love you but you really need to let your hair down every now and then. Just because your character on t.v. has a stick up his ass doesn't mean YOU have to as well." Chelsea shut her compact with a smile and began digging through her bag. "Besides, I have the cutest idea for a duo costume. I'm dying my hair and everything." With a smile, Chelsea found what she had been looking for and pulled out a red bra that she then hurriedly put on. "What do you mean? Are you...you actually want to go to this thing?" Niles couldn't believe what he was hearing. He barely wanted to go and yet here Chelsea was showing what could count as excitement. "Well I figure one of your friends has to be single and not...you know...you. Plus imagine the publicity this place could get if two television stars were spotted. I'm going, Niles, and I'm going to snag me a cute little boy toy." Chelsea spoke with absolutely no shame, a direct contrast to the character she portrayed on television. But that's what people hired actors to do. Act. "You're not bringing Carson are you? He's such a little pervert." "Carson will be at a sporting event trying to sign someone. So no. But I guess if you're so determined to go you can come with me. No sense taking three cars." "Three? Who else do you know?" Timeskip: Friday, October 28th "Holy shit why does the only girl confirmed to show up at this thing have to have a boyfriend?" Rebecca Blake was moping in the backseat of Niles' car, her arms crossed and her costume only making her feel more depressed - she had picked something that would hopefully be eye catching only to be hit with the bomb that the 'party' was actually just 'Niles' old friends', and Rebecca already knew them. The night was certainly not looking good for her...or the other Blake sibling in the driver's seat for that matter. "Oh? Are you a lesbian, Rebecca? Niles never told me." "What I am is fucking desperate. Girls, guys, whatever, just give me SOMETHING. Art school was supposed to be full of sexually liberated people but it's all a bunch of pretentious assholes. I draw erotic things, Chels, but do you think people would commission me to draw their favorite characters fucking if they knew the artist was a virgin? Fuck no! But Niles here told me this was a party not a...circlejerk." "Well, your sister's very...colorful, isn't she?" "I wouldn't even HAVE this problem if someone let me have FUN in high school." Rebecca and Niles had patched up their relationship considerably since they entered adulthood, but every now and then Rebecca liked to dig up old wounds just so she could throw a little bit of salt in them. What were siblings for? Niles, meanwhile, said little on the drive though not for lack of trying. Rebecca just had this way of bulldozing through conversations and she and Chelsea had spent the length of the car ride discussing things better discussed in the privacy of a closed room. Niles wasn't quite sure when he became that one friend to Chelsea and by association his sister, but he had and he was sure he didn't exactly like it. Almost as much as how he didn't like the costume Chelsea had all but forced him to wear. It was a costume meant for couples, ideally, and Niles and Chelsea were anything but, but Niles learned a long while ago that when Chelsea Harrington asks you to do something...you do it. "Hey, Reby?" Niles was the only person Rebecca allowed to call her that; she was saving the rights to that nickname for a boyfriend or girlfriend but that ship had yet to leave the port, "Maybe less...profane when we get there?" "What? Why? You don't give a shit about these people, why should I? They weren't my friends, you guys never let me play in your stupid games." That was a Niles decision and one he had come to regret later in life. But again, he and Rebecca were...better now. Niles knew that this was a losing battle and so sighed. This was going to be a trainwreck. The conversation bounced back and forth between Chelsea swapping stories of her various flings and Rebecca talking about the weirdest commissions on her blog and Niles regretting ever telling either of them about this event that by the time he pulled into the location where they were all meeting he was glad just to get out of the car for a minute. "Oh good, we're not the first ones. You never want to be the first. What a...suburban location this is." Chelsea was the first one to leave the car though she waited for Niles to leave before approaching the group - paired costumes worked better that way. But both Chelsea and Niles had forgotten about the little third wheel. "HOLY SHIT IS THAT GUY WEARING A WEDDING DRESS?" Rebecca couldn't help herself from shouting as she got out of the car and spotted the very visible Mikaela. "I'm so fucking drawing this later. Oh my god." Niles had only gotten as far as the parking lot and already he was hating everything about this night.	Niles Blake \|\| 28 \|\| Homosexual, Seme "Whispered something in your ear. It was a perverted thing to say, but I said it anyway. Made you smile and look away..." Birthday September Twenty Second Goal To see if it's true what they say...that you can't go back again...and in so doing making amends with the past, in whatever capacity that comes in. Marriage/Family/Love Life One would have to define relationships first to determine how many Niles has been in. He's been spotted at high profile events but never with his arms around anyone...though that could well be because he knows how to slip out of a crowd arm-in-arm with someone for an hour or two. His relationships, the ones that last longer than a few fun filled weeks and nights, tend to not last more than a handful of months. No pets to be had and the only remaining family he cares to consider is his younger sister, currently slaving away in art school. Occupation Star of the Small Screen; Actor noted for his role on a moderately successful police procedural. Appearance 5'10" 139 lbs He once had a tattoo but had it removed and the scar still lingers, leaving a burn mark on his left shoulder blade. His eyes are a muddy brown, but are anything but dim. The only time he's been seen with facial hair is when his role(s) demand it, otherwise he's as clean cut as one could imagine. His hair, a natural brown, wasn't always so perfectly maintained and straight, and some people remember when Niles had permanent bedhead no matter what he tried. Middleschool/Highschool Clique Niles was one of the band kids. He made first chair cello because he was the only cello player in his year. Past Crush Current Crush Are you in contact with a Rose? Possibly Not Personality Niles is a bit of a smooth talker, quick with a joke and even quicker with an expression of genuine interest. And that's him when the camera isn't running and he isn't spouting far-too-clever lines at a way-too-quick pace. Despite not quite yet being in his thirties, Niles acts as if he's that cool older relative everyone looked up to and loved having over for family events. At least, that's how he presents himself to the ever discerning public eye. Rumors surround him, from co-stars mentioning how much of a perfectionist he is, (to the point where an extra was said to have fled the set in tears after being scolded by Niles) and how he believes that he knows better than the directors or people in charge. Niles positions himself in a power position, making it clear from day one that anything he's involved in will eventually move along according to his own pacing and design. Which, on the plus side, makes him the consummate professional but then does make him hard to work with and even harder to like. And still, despite that, Niles' natural (or seemingly natural) charisma and presence has served him well in his private life. Many claim to have been picked up by Niles but given how the details of his private life (including even his sexual orientation) are just that, private, no one quite knows who is in the know. But Niles has gone on the record on a late night talk show that things are 'going well' in regards to his romantic life. He's not in the closet personally. Just professionally. Short Bio Niles Blake only ever wanted one thing growing up and it was as shallow a want as any other child's. Niles wanted to be cool. But of course, that never seemed to be a possibility. He wanted a bass. He was given cello lessons. He wanted to style his hair after the people in magazines. He came to school once with what could generously be called 'bucket hair'. To his credit, he kept a positive attitude towards his misgivings, mishaps, and overall aura as a well meaning but misinformed dweeb. It helped that he was a naturally funny person, able to shrug off the embarrassments and turn them into endearing stories to be retold and recalled at a reunion years down the line. His parents had a rather amicable divorce when he was near about half finished with high school and his little sister, Becky, was just starting. It was as simple a matter as both mother and father realizing that they didn't love each other and thought it would be better to just...see other people. Niles saw it as his responsibility to watch out for Becky, but realized it would be difficult with him going away after his own brush with what could be considered a 'divorce' of sorts and eventually onto secondary education. Still, the funny, kind of dweebish band kid was always watchful towards those who got close with his sister, which only made things tense between the siblings. Becky just wanted a fun high school life, to make mistakes and such. Niles' life relationships, mainly his familial but even his younger friendly ones, all seemed to be breaking apart which, of course, affected the young Niles. He's since patched things up with Becky (paying for her art school goes a long way) but his lack of meaningful relationships has not gone unnoticed. Rebecca Blake is currently in art school. She operates her own art blog where she takes commissions. Wants to become an animator.
2,104	42	20	2,181	13,532	It seemed he was the first other then Zachary and his party to arrive. The albino was unsure if he was happy or displeased. Being first is more likely being able to meet everyone one at a time. Less stressful, yet that also means he stands the most out. Sure.... he'd probably stand out anyway but that's besides the point. Being last meant that he could probably just... slide himself in and be among the walls but also being last could lead to everyone directly looking at him. So he'd stand out. Perhaps it was just a lose-lose situation. Glancing as he heard slightly fumbled footsteps, his lavender gaze blinked slowly as he saw what looked like a girl on her wedding day. However, the fact that this person was coming straight toward them, and had quite distinctive mismatched eyes... meant this person was most likely Mikaela. Micah... Miky.. Of course... first person to come up was his old crush. In a wedding dress. How perfect. Miky did look so adorable though, definitely art worthy. "Okay Alver... remember. Just relax, be cool, you'll be okay. Despite Miky looking straight some fairytale fantasy and looking stunning while doing it, that time long ago is in the past. You are a single introvert who loves fictional boys. Who needs reality romance? Just be cool and be a charming good 'friend' that you can be. Simple." The pale tall man thought to himself. After getting his bearings, Alver was about to greet his old crush before pausing as he saw Mikaela look quite a bit shocked. Which caused the much smaller man to trip over his dress. Not really thinking about it, Alver bolted, armor clinking with him, but his long legs moved him with ease as he reached his arms out. The right wrapped around the crossdresser's shoulders while the left gingerly pressed against the chest so the smaller boy didn't face into his stomach of armor. Sighing in relief, he gingerly set his childhood friend upright before unconsciously brushing down the dress. His mind being a bit oblivious at the moment in favor of 'taking care of someone' mode. "...Salutations to you, Miky. You look very lovely this evening, though I admit I'm a bit surprised by your choice." Alver said, in the most calm voice he could muster while flashing a smile. Though the gears in his head was quickly starting to spaz out as he came to the realization he was way too close and had no idea what to say. One could imagine the little thinking people rummaging through thousands of files with knowledge for something to assist him at this moment. One of which was removing his hands away from the enchanting boy. Soon enough though, he spotted some more people not too far off as they parked their car. Lavender eyes blinking as he recognized the 'couple' costume and two vaguely familiar faces. Niles and Rebecca? Alver couldn't help but wonder how Harpy and Teddy managed to invite, so far, everyone. Did they guilt trip them like they did him? Withhold information? Start crying? Put on the puppy eyes? Whatever it was, it seemed it did the trick. "NiNi... er. Niles. Salutations, it's pleasant to see you. And you too Rebecca. Nice to meet you as well, Miss. You and Niles make a wonderful Squall and Rinoa." Alver greeted politely with the same calm but polite friendly smile. He didn't remember Niles actually enjoying games when they were young. It could have change, but he was willing to guess it was his partner to have him dress this way. Even now it looked like Mr. Cool still liked playing Mr. Cool. Alver hardly knew Rebecca. Just of her mostly. Vaguely in childhood would be see her. She was younger then her brother, and it didn't seem Niles back then wanted to have his sister tag along in their adventures. Boys thing probably. That or three fact he probably hung around her all the time at home. The pale man could hardly relate to life with a sibling though, so most of his thoughts on the matter were just mere speculation. Glancing around him, he realized everyone really was smaller then him, tallness wise. Gosh Blueberries. Well maybe Miky would catch more attention since he's in a pretty dress. Sigh... why did Lily have to leave him by himself?	Birthday October 31st Age 26 Formula and Sexuality Versatile and Homosexual Goal To be a little more out of shell. Do what friends do. Hangout and things. Or attempt to. Marriage/Family/Love Life Has been in one relationship four years ago. But he shut himself in after the break up. Has a grey she-cat named Miko. His father, having died when Alver was fifteen, was a kind man. While his mother still lives working as a policewoman. Rarely home. Occupation Writer/Manga Artist/Artist Appearance Height: 7'0 Weight: 160 lb Other prominent traits: His skin is ghostly pale, odd lavender colored eyes that occasionally change depending on the angle with the sunlight. White hair. Often wears a pair of glasses or contacts. Despite being tall, he's pretty skinny and almost looks fragile. But he can still pull off a judo move or two. Middleschool/Highschool Clique He's the nerdy, introvert sort of person. Past Crush He had a crush on Mikaela Winter during his school years. Alver felt a silent connection or familiarity towards his childhood friend. Perhaps because they both were... off in their own way. Bullied, misjudged. Alver didn't particularly have much hesitation when he figured out what he was feeling, and ended up confessing. Yet he was turned down. Heartbroken and crushed, he felt a bit bitter yet he just smiled in response. Then his father died, and the combination of grief assisted in secluding himself from everyone. Current Crush ----- Are you in contact with a Rose? No. Personality Alver is sort of quiet at first, mostly because he starts out suspicious of other people due to what his parents often warned him about and his previous encounters. Due to this, he can be sarcastic, sometimes a smart-ass, and let out a bit more of his dark sarcastic humor. He's also sometimes a bit mean and bitter when it comes to people who seem to feel overly sorry for themselves. He doesn't mean to be cruel, it just comes out that way. However, he's a pretty mature, sweet and kind boy who's rather calm most of the time. Pretty level headed, and doesn't enjoy fights. He's naturally curious and adventurous and enjoys wandering about often, seeming to ignore any possible danger. Although he doesn't have a lot of social skills and finds it difficult on how to talk to others, he does want other people's company even for a little bit. Having been secluded most of his life. But he's always willing to lend a friendly ear to those who feel down, giving his own friendly advice and opinions. Quite a fatherly/brotherly figure towards those younger than him. He loves flowers, stargazing, singing and playing the piano. As well as practicing Judo his father taught him. He also likes animals. Despite his overall kind nature, he can be mischievous and enjoys teasing others and has a little bit of dark humor. Despite others not usually enjoying his presence and sometimes hating his own appearance, he has a small bit of pride in his looks and never really attempts hiding his hair anymore, even growing it out into a longer length. He also enjoys taking advantage of those who are a bit scared of him from the 'demonic, ghost, vampire' rumors. He is however quite a bit naïve. Mostly a introvert during the day, and spending most of his time drawing or reading, he's not very good with technology or picking up certain things. He hasn't watched many movies, or adventured the internet other than strictly for work, sayings usually fly over his head, and he usually thinks his looks drive people away, so he never notices if people actually find him attractive. He's neat and organized, his house quite tidy and doesn't quite enjoy a mess. Though usually is the one who always cleans up even if the mess isn't his. Though he does enjoy wearing loose clothes as they are comfy. Likes cute things (including people). Short Bio On the day of Halloween, October 31st, gave birth to a boy with striking white hair and very pale white skin. Eyes a pretty light lavender color that often seemed to change color depending on where the light struck them. Sometimes lavender, sometimes a very light pale blue, and even a tinge of red people would say. His parents were quite shocked to see such a pale baby and wondered if he was just unhealthy, having never seen someone as pale as a ghost. He wasn't, the was just born with the gene of extremely rare pigments of a albino. So, his mother named him Alver, meaning "White" in Latin-American, along to fit with his last name, Rozu meaning Rose. His parents worried over his well being, as the doctors gave them proper diagnostics of possible defects of albinos, as well as studying their own research. They feared he would burn easily and wouldn't be able to see well since he had such low pigments in his eyes. So he was quite sheltered as a child. His parents often trying to keep him indoors and away from people, in fear of others reaction. As well as not wanting their son to burn easily or hurt his eyes further. Alver however was the curious sort. He wanted to go outside, play, interact with the other children. Including going to school like everybody else. In which case, his parents relented as long as he wore a hoodie, brought a umbrella and sunglasses with him. Of course this made him look a bit more awkward. His father died when Alver was fifteen, and his mother spends most her time working as a policewoman. Through his time in public school, he was often bullied for his looks. But he stayed around and put up with it so he could be with his friends. However, when his friendships fell apart... So did he. Unable to handle it and becoming bitter over people, he left public school to be home schooled. Shutting out the world and finding comfort in his own tiny one. When he was fifteen year old and he was out playing by himself, he was kidnapped by a group of shady people. His parents were of course on the case and hunted them down, however, during the rescue, Son Rozu was shot in the crossfire and bled out. He lost his father that day and he blames himself for it. This was what really made him shut and push everyone away. Not wanting to put others in danger just because of how he looked. He didn't want to see someone else bleed and die in front of him like his father. Especially someone he cared about. As a adult after his friendship broke with his childhood friends and his father's death, he more or less secluded himself from people as much as possible. Save the occasional few from work. Other He has sensitive hearing and sense of smell. So he doesn't like loud places or strong smelling areas. He likes to play piano and sing occasionally. He enjoys cooking and is actually quite good at it. He'a a bit of a clean freak and his house is kept tidy. A habit of is that he takes care of others. Makes sure people are well fed, makes sure their clothes are straight, makes sure they have what they need. It's why he was taken advantage of by bullies as he'd usually 'help' them with their homework or give away his lunch. That and he his friends usually poked fun at how he could be a mother hen. He has a high dislike/fear of any vehicle and usually avoids using them. If ever he goes out in sunlight, he wears light colored clothes, sunglasses, and has a umbrella to protect himself. He likes cloudy or rainy days. He enjoys painting, and occasionally, he paints his childhood friends when they were kids. He's quite the dork really. Loves manga and comic books and the occasional video game. Though most he can't quite play as his eyes can't handle them very well. Most of the older games he could though. Theme Song(s) Pompeii by Bastille Away From The Sun by 3 Doors Down Answer Coward Montblanc (Acquaintance / Friend / Close Friend / Best Friend / Love Interest / Boyfriend-Girlfriend / Ex / Enemy) Zachary Harper Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend "When we were kids, Harpy and Miky were pretty much the kids of the group. I remember Harpy was so adorable and looked like such a girl. It's a reason I called him Harpy. For his last name and to tease his feminine features. Still, he was a bit of a baby and I often found myself trying to baby him. He was a bit of a scatter brain though. Honestly, I swear he needed other people to take care of him. I didn't really mind when he needed attention though... Hope at least nowadays he can stand on his own." Genie Fulton Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend "If I was the calm one, GG the Pup was the temperamental one. He could get loud and I swear you even hint at a competition, he'd jump at the chance. He even tried to beat me at painting. That was messy. We'd butt heads occasionally, but to me he was like a large dog. Lots of barking, but was loyal and cute when he wanted to be. And despite his temperament, I knew he was someone I could rely on back then." Julius Graham Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend "Awe Teddy. Such a cute kid. Despite the big guy he was lovable like a teddy bear. Adorable in his own way, course he didn't always enjoy it when I teased him about it. Always saying he was totally manly or something. But I liked him when he showed his true colors. When I painted, he would watch me sometimes, but whenever I offered for him to try, he'd just refuse. It was a pity. I still think of him fondly even now when I paint. Thinking his cheerful self would probably brighten this lonely house." Mikaela Winter Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend/First Crush "Miky... He had always been such a cutie. Despite being older then me, I just wanted to coddle him, protect him and make him smile. He was just so... Breathtaking is what comes to mind. It's hard to describe. When we were young, he spoke of such interesting fantasies sometimes. I wanted to paint them. Draw them. See what he saw. Course I couldn't quite replicate it, but it was nice trying. I was drawn to him unknowingly at first until we reached middle school years. Perhaps it was because his eyes were a little odd like mine... Or he was just odd as I was. So I got a little brave with some encouragement and confessed. I was rejected however. I knew that such a thing was possible, but I guess in my heart I was hoping for something straight out of a romantic book or a shounen manga. I also didn't realize how much it would hurt. And it really hurt. Cause the combination of fear, guilt, and bitterness held my heart. I was afraid I had just ruined our life long friendship. Guilty that I made Miky uncomfortable... And bitter that he didn't accept me. I knew it wasn't his fault, I did really. I hated myself for thinking that. I didn't want my friends to see the disgusting side of me. So I ran away. Like a coward and just ended up destroying my friendships. Thinking to myself 'they are better off without me. No one needs me. I'll just do what my kind does. Ghosts disappear.' So that's what I did. Disappear from their lives, letting them live them. It was fine. I'll be okay alone. Everything was better that way." Niles Blake Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend "Coolio was a fun kid. He generally was just fun to be around. A bit silly.. Whenever we got in trouble, he was pretty much the one that talked us out of it. Then was able to laugh about it later. I had to fix his hair sometimes. It always felt he just royally messed it up. He just laughed at about anything though. It warmed the heart really." Lucas Adolf Past and Present Relationship: Ex-Boyfriend "He's crude... insensitive... a jerk... and at times cruel. Yet he could show such kindness sometimes. He always had a talent at pulling my heartstrings. Guess in a way... he gave me a sense of belonging."
2,105	42	21	66	1,312	Eh... eh, eh?! The feeling of dizziness was passing, but it was too late for Micah to catch himself properly. The boy was about to fall onto his face when the tall albino he had realized was Alver ran to catch him. So now his face was a bit red, just a bit. It took only a second to get him back on his feet again. Underneath the many skirts he had some white flats, thankfully he didn't have to deal with heels. Mikaela craned his neck up to look at Alver, noticing how ghostly his skin still was and how long his hair had gotten. Alver was saying something, but unfortunately the boy wasn't listening, mostly just thinking about how cool and knightly the albino looked in his costume. Alver was still holding him, but hey, Micah didn't actually mind that much, he was still feeling lightheaded and no one wanted him tripping again. Alver... the one who had confessed to him so many years ago. He hadn't wanted to see him and knives sliced into his heart. It seemed like the Albino was uncomfortable too but... It was really nice to make sure the other male was okay. Well... probably better off than okay, he had grown to be a skinny giant, "Holy fuck, how did you get so fucking tall?!" Hank came up from behind the two of them and starting laughing, "That's the first thing you say to a childhood friend? Micah, you're seriously priceless~" He had his hands in his pockets and was watching the scene far enough away that Micah couldn't try to slap at him if he tried. Micah didn't very well here Hank's slander, too caught up in his own thoughts. W-Wasn't this supposed to be a few friends of Julius and Zac's?! His brain ticked away realizing he had been duped, and Mikaela knew who would be getting a disapproving look later. His heart was beating out of his chest as he thought about how everyone was coming together. How would he survive? It was okay... Everything would be okay... as long as he didn't get to personal with anyone. If that happened they would find out how much of a monster he was- "HOLY SHIT IS THAT GUY WEARING A WEDDING DRESS?" Oh no... This dress had already caused him to almost fall on his face, the boy needed a break from all the stimulus. Micah just might kill the baristas Lauren and Angela at Deja Brew when he got back. Looking over his shoulder he saw Niles and his little sister Rebecca. It seemed like the younger one had been wearing a.... extremely revealing costume that made his face blow up for a whole different reason. "S-She must be freezing!" He mumbled, thinking about whether he should take the fatherly stance and make her wear the clothing he had in his bag. What had Niles been thinking letting her go out like that? Still keeping up that cool, nonchalance persona... There was another girl with his celebrity childhood friend but with all the things going on around him, he didn't exactly pay her much mind.	Name Mikaela Winter Nickname Micah Birthday November 7th Age 29 Formula and Sexuality Uke II Heterosexual turned bisexual Goal Be able to support his son and give him the life he deserves. To be able to connect with his true "family" again. Family (Third person POV from his father's perspective) The Winter Family is known for being one of the most prestigious families of Willow Valley. They only had one boy they named Mikaela after the boy's great grandfather. His father never really approved of him, and did everything to kick that unpredictable imagination out of him and groom him into the successor he was meant to be. During middle school, this behavior got worse, his son was mixing up fantasy and reality. Thinking that these would be his last free years, his father let him be on his own. Once Mikaela arrived in high school, work was to be done. He had private tutors that would make him work all the hours of the night after school. He was always made to be in the top three places in school. Someone was influencing the successor, his grades were dropping drastically, he would shut himself into his room after school. He came home one day with cuts all over his face... His father immediately sent him to a boarding school. His heir would not be so weak! After two years of schooling, Mikaela pleaded with his father to let him come home, be with his mother who was having arthritis, gaining the proper social skills of an adult. Mikaela was allowed to go to a public college. There he met Emily, his forbidden love. His father tried to reason with his successor, the vixen was praying on his weak son. Finally, his father threw him out, disowning him. Once his wife was out of the picture. Mikaela's father did reach out a hand to his dreadful son, saying he would forget the past and adopt Luke, but Mikaela refused. Marriage/Love During college, Mikaela met a girl named Emily that was his only hope in the world. His angel was just a normal college girl that could never be accepted by his parents. Mikaela was disowned from the family, but he didn't care. Mikaela was married for a short period of three years from when he was 22 to 26, but his wife died 3 years ago. Emily had been suffering from a hereditary heart disease since she was young and passed away with no other family. He had one baby boy named Luke. Mikaela never did have any other relationship besides his marriage. There was a time in middle school... But that never did go anywhere. His son was born with lighter lavender eyes that came from his father and blonde hair. Luke has a habit of milking his cuteness, but always ends up taking care of his papa. Luke is exceptional at cleaning and housework, more of the time taking care of his dad than the other way around. Occupation During the daytime he works as the manager for a small bar/coffee shop. At night he works as a waiter at his friend's high-class restaurant "Tonnelli's Italian Cuisine Restaurant." His sweet old lady neighbor Jocelyn takes care of his son while he's out at night. At his coffee shop job he wears contacts that make his eye color blue. He leaves them off for his waiter job in order to get extra tips. Sometimes he would make up some inventions he would use around the shop. He was a decent gadget handy man as well. Appearance At the height of 5'4" he's a bit on the short side. He tries his best to keep the average weight of 125, but his weight is always lowering due to his high metabolism. The thing that stands out most about his appearance is his two different colored eyes. His right eye is a mint green, while his left is a deep lavender. he also has a burn scar on his left leg when he saved Luke from dropping a pot of boiling water on his head. He has strawberry blonde hair that is sickeningly straight and he usually leaves it to its own devices. Style: Not really being the fashionable type, Mikaela usually wore whatever his father ordered him to wear. All of his fantasies were kept in his head. He always had the baby face of his. Some people wondered if he ever did go through puberty in the first place, it seemed like he only grew taller and that was it. His voice changed seemed to be gradual and no one could really notice when it came to his normal voice now. Middleschool Clique "The one everyone leaves alone." Mikaela was the kind of person that was always staring off into space and caught in a day dream. In his earlier years of middle school, he was bullied a lot. He kept it a secret from the people around him and slowly all the bullies grew tired of him. The girls at school liked him for his mysterious look, but would leave him alone when they found out he would either talk for days about what he was thinking of, or just ignore them caught in some other delusion. He was always working on some kind of trinket that no one could understand. Highschool Clique "The Freak" It wasn't until high school that he met Jonah. No one had really gotten that psychological and that cruel when they bullied him in middle school. The teenager seemed to always have this sweet happy smile on his face, appearing to others as a good friend of Mikaela's. There were quite a bunch of misunderstandings with it. He would label Micah as a freak, someone that only had the purpose to disgust people. He might grow up to have money, but he'd just become the puppet with his father pulling the strings. Jonah wrecked at his mental state more and more. Mikaela became so withdrawn from reality it messed with his health. Was that a dragon peeking from around the corner? Did the walls just start to close in? Day in and day out was a terror. It was one day when Micah was so out of touch with reality he was unresponsive to Jonah. Getting angrier and angrier, the sadistic bully carved light lines into the other's face. It stung a little, but his words as he sliced him cut far deeper. When Mikaela came home, his father shipped him off to boarding school. He gained more confidence during those years. Mikaela realized he didn't want to carry on his father's legacy. He would do everything to make his father happy... then slip out right from under him. Past Crush He had a deep crush on Genie that he could never explain. Yes, there was no way he could like another man! But... this was Genie... All the boys might have caught on to his affection, but he never did confess. When they were in middle school, Alver confessed to him. Mikaela didn't know what to do. He had been caught at one point reading something with suggested homosexual tendencies. The boy... he had been locked in the closet all night after that. He wasn't gay! That wouldn't happen... Not as long as he lived under that household. Mikaela did his best to soften the blow of his rejection, but it didn't seem to work. Current Crush --- Are you in contact with a Rose? No Personality The boy always seems to be thinking up some new kind of fantasy as a kid. Before he met his childhood friends, he would spend hours staring at the wall and dreaming up new fantasies. He is a lazy bum who can't seem to clean anything right. He was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but when he is able to focus enough, he's able to cook well. Mikaela loves being around people who all care for each other, they help bring his fantasies to reality. He may not show it, but smiles are all he wants to give other people. He also sees the world a lot differently from other people. Each different sound has a shade of color, and there are all beautiful. He always believed that Zac's blue voice was the prettiest though. Mikaela may seem distant to you now. When he talks to people, he puts on a facade of being super happy, keeping a save emotional distance between the two of you. If he doesn't try hard enough, he usually keeps a straight face all the time, and that creeps people out. Because of his time in high school, he does his best to distance himself. Micah doesn't want people to find out about his fantasies, he doesn't want to call him strange or a freak. He has a son to take care of. Luke and his friend Hank are the only ones around him that know about his daydreaming. Since he isn't good at housework, his son picks up the slack, he's usually taking a nap at home or playing with his son. Short Bio Mikaela never seemed to be fit for the heir to the Winter family. His eyes seemed to be two different colors and he was always off in his own world. His father thought of him as weak and would force him to study all the time. Micah didn't care too much about that, since studying wasn't that bad, whenever he wasn't studying, he was off in his fantasies. In his family, no one knew his true emotions, because he was so bad at showing them on his face. But then he met his first friends, the ones he actually called his family. They all seemed to be younger than him, but they unconsciously taught him how to express himself. He would laugh and play like a normal boy, which his parents had never seen before. Mikaela's favorite place was the club house, that was the only place he would ever go to when he final felt the pressures of his family. But... Everyone left. He couldn't handle the stress of rejecting Alver, the one he thought of as his "family's" mother. Mikaela realized what he was leaving, but he just couldn't handle it. His fantasies were his only company after that. After the intense bullying from Jonah, Mikaela was shipped off to boarding school. There was no way he could leave everything he'd known just to be under his father's thumb. If he had learned anything from Jonah, it was that he was going to turn into the puppet if he didn't do anything. Mikaela convinced his parents to let him go back to college in Willow Valley. There he was able to not be the most popular, but not be the loner either. He was able to meet Hank his freshman year and start his first proper friendship in forever. Jonah didn't go to his college so he didn't have any influence there. His second year... he met Emily. His beautiful angel, the one he hoped to spend his life with. They did everything together. Micah decided to marry her the first chance he got. But his parents said no way. Mikaela was the heir, he was to have an arranged marriage and take over the family business... but he fought back full force. His father got so pissed that he disowned his own son, not caring that he wouldn't have an heir anymore. Those next few years seemed to be his happiest after his childhood memories. They didn't have much money, but they made due and had a son right away. Luke was a reincarnation of his mother... but that must have been why she died from a heart attack. Mikaela was able to bounce back out of his depression because of Luke. He was able to stay firm and not let his parents take Luke away from him. To support his son, Mikaela worked extra hours as a waiter at a rather high-class restaurant. He devoted his life completely to his son... Jonah was back. He had gone and gotten a master's degree from his college and came back just to torture Micah. He came around now and again to wreck at Mikaela's mental state. He never did really fight back against Jonah, the only times he did was when Jonah said things about Luke. Jonah... the man came by one night while Luke was at a sleepover. He was outrageously drunk and overpowered Mikaela, raping him and sprouting insults left and right. Even Jonah felt a little bit bad about that when he woke up, so he paid Mikaela a hefty amount of money to keep him quiet and half-seriously joked about them doing it again every so often.
2,106	42	22	2,619	743	Hurry up, Jay! I wanna play all the games~! a vibrant and cute genderbent Naruto Uzumaki stumbled into the arcade, a huge grin on her face. However, by the looks of it, she was already drunk. Enter Erika Young, newly employed Psychiatrist and Julius' best friend. She was also the only person in the world that called him Jay. Staggering in behind her and carrying two plastic bags full of hard liquor, the man was dressed as a much more brawny Minato Namikaze, Naruto's father. The idea for them to go as anime characters was entirely his since he'd been a huge fan of Naruto in college. Even his team mates on the college basketball team loved the show. Sighing as they entered, he regretted daring Erika to take five shots of bourbon before they left his house. She loathed dark liquor, so he had expected her to give up after the first shot! But nope. The lady, who stood about 5'3" and weighed 110lbs, downed those shots like a champ. Of course, she'd gotten all wired, and now they were a smidge late to the party. Thinking about it, he remembered Erika became especially bitey when she was intoxicated, so he feared the worst for his friends. Hopefully it didn't come to that though... "Hello, everybody~! I am Erika and I will be your personal ninjutsu master today!" the adorable woman cried, dangerously punching the air in front of her. However, when she saw a certain vampire in the room, she let out a squeak and immediately turned to Julius. "IS THAT ZAC?! The Zac you always talk about?! Ooo hoo! Me likey!" From her words, it was hard to tell if Julius and her were a thing, if they had some kind of open relationship, or what... Before he could even reply though, "Naruto" was off dashing towards the vampire with reckless abandon. 1... 2... 3. Yep, just as he thought. It took exactly 3 seconds for Erika trip over herself and barrel right into the man. He'd known her long enough to know that she was a hazard in an inebriated state. Chuckling, his eyes, seemingly blue from the contacts he wore, took a look around the room. Alver, Micah and someone he didn't know conversed, Niles and his posse milled about, while Zac and two pirates dealt with Erika's shenanigans. Julius mentally noted the variety of costumes, especially smirking at Micah's wedding dress. Cute. From what he could tell, he guessed everyone was having a good time so far. At least, everybody better have been having a good time. He'd spent too much money on Zac's ideal party since his friend was too broke to rent all this stuff himself... Placing the two big bags of alcohol on a nearby table, the "4th Hokage" turned around to alert everybody to its presence. "Hey, I'm Julius. I brought some liquor for mixed drinks since they only serve beer here, so dig in! Also thanks to everybody that showed up! Let's get this party started!" he boomed, flashing a hand over the selection. The stuff he had brought was definitely not cheap and was some of the highest quality alcohol you could get in stores. While the muscular man showed off the goods, he could have swore he saw the scantily glad lady next to Niles glare at him. Maybe he was mistaken though? It was definitely strange seeing all of his childhood friends in one place again, yet... They were still missing one last person, weren't they?	Full Name: Julius Kaisar Graham Birthday 3/15 Age 29 Formula and Sexuality Uke and Closeted Homosexual Goal Gaining the courage to present himself as a homosexual. Marriage/Family/Love Life He has been in precisely one relationship before: one with a woman who he never really felt attracted to, but he felt obligated to date a woman due to his father's constant pestering. Surprisingly, the relationship lasted three years, but his girlfriend eventually left him due to a lack of intimacy. They still remain best friends though, perhaps because she knows he's into men. Other than that, he has a single Pomeranian named Lyla. Occupation Construction Engineer Appearance 6'3" 220lbs Middleschool/Highschool Clique Jock Past Crush Leave this empty until we have a full cast. Did you confess? Were you confessed to? How did that moment change you? Yes you can like the same person as someone else. Current Crush Leave this empty. Are you in contact with a Rose? He has them all added on Facebook, Twitter, etc. and messages them every now and then, even if they don't reply. Personality Though Julius looks nothing short of intimidating, he's a big teddy bear. He's a very happy-go-lucky man who encourages his friends to shoot for the stars and supports them the whole way. He is also quite benevolent, such as going out of his way to help his men on construction sites though he isn't required to. Many consider Julius an upstanding citizen. Despite his demeanor, he is an emotionally withdrawn man. Julius rarely talks about his past or how he feels, unless someone manages to coerce it out of him, although he encourages his circle to come to him with their problems. He vehemently denies any interest in men and acts as "manly" as his father taught him. However, he secretly finds the same sex attractive, but he is afraid of being negatively judged by others and ultimately, his dad. Short Bio Julius has always been under his father's thumb. Since a young boy, he was taught what a man ought to be, the distinct line between men and women, and the fire and brimstone end that awaited homosexuals. His mother was always too shy and timid, a more traditional woman, and had little to do with his upbringing. Though he originally wanted to pursue more artistic hobbies in his youth, Julius was forced to play sports, primarily basketball. While he was quite good at it, basketball was never the forefront of his interests, and time and time again he attempted to be some kind of artist. Every time he picked up a pencil to draw or write, his dad would punish him severely though. "Real mean don't do that pansy crap" was the lesson he learned and quickly abandoned any hope of becoming an artist. He was constantly pushed into the athletic circle of friends in grade and middle school, although he did manage to make great companions outside of that clique. It was around this time that Julius began to feel an attraction to the same sex. He tried to push these feelings away, desperately wanting to please his dad. When high school came around, he was all but swamped by basketball. That was the only thing that mattered to his father: being the best player out there. Julius no longer had any free time to hang out with his old friends and they quickly lost touch, although he tried his best to keep connected somehow. By the time he graduated, he had a full scholarship to play basketball for one of the most prestigious colleges out there. Rather than take the easy way out and earn a basic degree, Julius aimed to become an engineer. Juggling between his rigorous training schedule and school, his life became hell. He rarely had any free time, but eventually, he made it out of college alive. More than that, he was projected to be one of the top drafts for professional basketball. His father was ecstatic, finally proud to call him his son. Indeed, Julius was the 5th drafted player and was given a considerable sum as part of his contract. Playing professional ball was surprisingly thrilling, but it came to an end rather fast. Before the start of his second season, he was seriously injured. His ACL was torn and there was no way he'd be able to return until next season. Rather than wait it out though, Julius finally found an opportunity to exit this career. It didn't take long for him to make some phone calls and find a job as a construction engineer. Since then, he has enjoyed a rather quiet life. He is mostly content with everything right now although he does wish he could face his fear of coming out...
2,107	42	23	2,181	13,532	Mikaela apparently seemed a little distracted as the mismatched eyed boy didn't seem to be really answering the albino's words. Perhaps it was the shock from almost falling flat on his face, or perhaps seeing Alver so much taller now. Considering when they were little, Alver was tiny and a bit of a runt, while Teddy was the big guy. Just a skinny twig that didn't eat much. Now he had shot up to be tall and skinny. Maybe perhaps Miky was surprised to see him at all. Did Harpy and Teddy even let him know this was everyone? Lavender gaze blinking a little, coloring getting a bit paler thanks to the lighting, they soon narrowed at the sudden swears that spilled from the crossdresser's lips. Raising his gloved hands, curled into fists, he extended his index fingers and thumbs and used them to pinch both of his childhood's friends pretty boy cheeks on his face. "Language Miky. Just because I'm tall enough to carry you around like a bride doesn't mean you need to use vulgar words." Alver scolded in a slight sarcastic manner, his voice soft but sharp. Despite the pinching, it was gentle, not wishing to really hurt or scratch the pretty face. Releasing his hold as the apparent plus one of Micah picked on the girly looking individual, the tall ghostly man examined the stranger and gave another polite smile. "He's been a bit absentminded since we were kids. Nice to meet you, you must be a friend of Miky I take it? My name is Alver." Alver greeted, in his mind silently cheering and taking deep breaths with the assistance of a paper bag. Okay, Mother and Boss's training is paying off. As well as reading all that manga and reading mystery novels! Charming, polite, mature.... No freak outs, no drama, no severe heart attacks that may send someone to the hospital. It's all fine. Glancing to Niles little sister at Miky's slightly stammered words with a flushed face. Alver hummed thoughtfully, oblivious to the cleavage. "Mhm yeah.. At least it's a warm evening." he mused, unfazed. Turning his gaze when Teddy arrived along with a genderbent Naruto. While Teddy took on the role of Naruto's father, Minato Namikaze. They both looked pretty good as well. Lavender gaze staring at them, mildly smiling as the female Naruto practically mauled Harpy, he frowned as Julius placed alcohol on the table and pretty much allowed them to grab some of they so wish. Alver on the other hand, didn't care for alcohol for several reasons. One, never touched the stuff except that one time he got curious because of manga and decided to sneak and take a sip of his mother's sake. Didn't go well. The second, doctors and mother worried it make him far too ill. And finally, he didn't really want to risk losing his mind. Has one read a manga with drunk people?! Shenanigans happen! Avoid thy shenanigans! Wait. He was here to be a 'friend' to them right? In several modern day manga, or novels, people who are friends tend to go out drinking. So was he supposed to? Is this how friendship worked? Getting drunk silly and doing shenanigans? But he didn't want to TP a neighborhood. That's a waste of very good toilet paper. Nor didn't he want to make a drunken mess in front of Miky. Alver would much rather look somewhat competent then the regular ol.... Dumdum. With a soft sigh, he turned his gaze toward Zachary, the basically birthday boy even if he wasn't the birthday kid. Basically what this was. What he says goes Alver supposed.	Birthday October 31st Age 26 Formula and Sexuality Versatile and Homosexual Goal To be a little more out of shell. Do what friends do. Hangout and things. Or attempt to. Marriage/Family/Love Life Has been in one relationship four years ago. But he shut himself in after the break up. Has a grey she-cat named Miko. His father, having died when Alver was fifteen, was a kind man. While his mother still lives working as a policewoman. Rarely home. Occupation Writer/Manga Artist/Artist Appearance Height: 7'0 Weight: 160 lb Other prominent traits: His skin is ghostly pale, odd lavender colored eyes that occasionally change depending on the angle with the sunlight. White hair. Often wears a pair of glasses or contacts. Despite being tall, he's pretty skinny and almost looks fragile. But he can still pull off a judo move or two. Middleschool/Highschool Clique He's the nerdy, introvert sort of person. Past Crush He had a crush on Mikaela Winter during his school years. Alver felt a silent connection or familiarity towards his childhood friend. Perhaps because they both were... off in their own way. Bullied, misjudged. Alver didn't particularly have much hesitation when he figured out what he was feeling, and ended up confessing. Yet he was turned down. Heartbroken and crushed, he felt a bit bitter yet he just smiled in response. Then his father died, and the combination of grief assisted in secluding himself from everyone. Current Crush ----- Are you in contact with a Rose? No. Personality Alver is sort of quiet at first, mostly because he starts out suspicious of other people due to what his parents often warned him about and his previous encounters. Due to this, he can be sarcastic, sometimes a smart-ass, and let out a bit more of his dark sarcastic humor. He's also sometimes a bit mean and bitter when it comes to people who seem to feel overly sorry for themselves. He doesn't mean to be cruel, it just comes out that way. However, he's a pretty mature, sweet and kind boy who's rather calm most of the time. Pretty level headed, and doesn't enjoy fights. He's naturally curious and adventurous and enjoys wandering about often, seeming to ignore any possible danger. Although he doesn't have a lot of social skills and finds it difficult on how to talk to others, he does want other people's company even for a little bit. Having been secluded most of his life. But he's always willing to lend a friendly ear to those who feel down, giving his own friendly advice and opinions. Quite a fatherly/brotherly figure towards those younger than him. He loves flowers, stargazing, singing and playing the piano. As well as practicing Judo his father taught him. He also likes animals. Despite his overall kind nature, he can be mischievous and enjoys teasing others and has a little bit of dark humor. Despite others not usually enjoying his presence and sometimes hating his own appearance, he has a small bit of pride in his looks and never really attempts hiding his hair anymore, even growing it out into a longer length. He also enjoys taking advantage of those who are a bit scared of him from the 'demonic, ghost, vampire' rumors. He is however quite a bit naïve. Mostly a introvert during the day, and spending most of his time drawing or reading, he's not very good with technology or picking up certain things. He hasn't watched many movies, or adventured the internet other than strictly for work, sayings usually fly over his head, and he usually thinks his looks drive people away, so he never notices if people actually find him attractive. He's neat and organized, his house quite tidy and doesn't quite enjoy a mess. Though usually is the one who always cleans up even if the mess isn't his. Though he does enjoy wearing loose clothes as they are comfy. Likes cute things (including people). Short Bio On the day of Halloween, October 31st, gave birth to a boy with striking white hair and very pale white skin. Eyes a pretty light lavender color that often seemed to change color depending on where the light struck them. Sometimes lavender, sometimes a very light pale blue, and even a tinge of red people would say. His parents were quite shocked to see such a pale baby and wondered if he was just unhealthy, having never seen someone as pale as a ghost. He wasn't, the was just born with the gene of extremely rare pigments of a albino. So, his mother named him Alver, meaning "White" in Latin-American, along to fit with his last name, Rozu meaning Rose. His parents worried over his well being, as the doctors gave them proper diagnostics of possible defects of albinos, as well as studying their own research. They feared he would burn easily and wouldn't be able to see well since he had such low pigments in his eyes. So he was quite sheltered as a child. His parents often trying to keep him indoors and away from people, in fear of others reaction. As well as not wanting their son to burn easily or hurt his eyes further. Alver however was the curious sort. He wanted to go outside, play, interact with the other children. Including going to school like everybody else. In which case, his parents relented as long as he wore a hoodie, brought a umbrella and sunglasses with him. Of course this made him look a bit more awkward. His father died when Alver was fifteen, and his mother spends most her time working as a policewoman. Through his time in public school, he was often bullied for his looks. But he stayed around and put up with it so he could be with his friends. However, when his friendships fell apart... So did he. Unable to handle it and becoming bitter over people, he left public school to be home schooled. Shutting out the world and finding comfort in his own tiny one. When he was fifteen year old and he was out playing by himself, he was kidnapped by a group of shady people. His parents were of course on the case and hunted them down, however, during the rescue, Son Rozu was shot in the crossfire and bled out. He lost his father that day and he blames himself for it. This was what really made him shut and push everyone away. Not wanting to put others in danger just because of how he looked. He didn't want to see someone else bleed and die in front of him like his father. Especially someone he cared about. As a adult after his friendship broke with his childhood friends and his father's death, he more or less secluded himself from people as much as possible. Save the occasional few from work. Other He has sensitive hearing and sense of smell. So he doesn't like loud places or strong smelling areas. He likes to play piano and sing occasionally. He enjoys cooking and is actually quite good at it. He'a a bit of a clean freak and his house is kept tidy. A habit of is that he takes care of others. Makes sure people are well fed, makes sure their clothes are straight, makes sure they have what they need. It's why he was taken advantage of by bullies as he'd usually 'help' them with their homework or give away his lunch. That and he his friends usually poked fun at how he could be a mother hen. He has a high dislike/fear of any vehicle and usually avoids using them. If ever he goes out in sunlight, he wears light colored clothes, sunglasses, and has a umbrella to protect himself. He likes cloudy or rainy days. He enjoys painting, and occasionally, he paints his childhood friends when they were kids. He's quite the dork really. Loves manga and comic books and the occasional video game. Though most he can't quite play as his eyes can't handle them very well. Most of the older games he could though. Theme Song(s) Pompeii by Bastille Away From The Sun by 3 Doors Down Answer Coward Montblanc (Acquaintance / Friend / Close Friend / Best Friend / Love Interest / Boyfriend-Girlfriend / Ex / Enemy) Zachary Harper Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend "When we were kids, Harpy and Miky were pretty much the kids of the group. I remember Harpy was so adorable and looked like such a girl. It's a reason I called him Harpy. For his last name and to tease his feminine features. Still, he was a bit of a baby and I often found myself trying to baby him. He was a bit of a scatter brain though. Honestly, I swear he needed other people to take care of him. I didn't really mind when he needed attention though... Hope at least nowadays he can stand on his own." Genie Fulton Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend "If I was the calm one, GG the Pup was the temperamental one. He could get loud and I swear you even hint at a competition, he'd jump at the chance. He even tried to beat me at painting. That was messy. We'd butt heads occasionally, but to me he was like a large dog. Lots of barking, but was loyal and cute when he wanted to be. And despite his temperament, I knew he was someone I could rely on back then." Julius Graham Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend "Awe Teddy. Such a cute kid. Despite the big guy he was lovable like a teddy bear. Adorable in his own way, course he didn't always enjoy it when I teased him about it. Always saying he was totally manly or something. But I liked him when he showed his true colors. When I painted, he would watch me sometimes, but whenever I offered for him to try, he'd just refuse. It was a pity. I still think of him fondly even now when I paint. Thinking his cheerful self would probably brighten this lonely house." Mikaela Winter Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend/First Crush "Miky... He had always been such a cutie. Despite being older then me, I just wanted to coddle him, protect him and make him smile. He was just so... Breathtaking is what comes to mind. It's hard to describe. When we were young, he spoke of such interesting fantasies sometimes. I wanted to paint them. Draw them. See what he saw. Course I couldn't quite replicate it, but it was nice trying. I was drawn to him unknowingly at first until we reached middle school years. Perhaps it was because his eyes were a little odd like mine... Or he was just odd as I was. So I got a little brave with some encouragement and confessed. I was rejected however. I knew that such a thing was possible, but I guess in my heart I was hoping for something straight out of a romantic book or a shounen manga. I also didn't realize how much it would hurt. And it really hurt. Cause the combination of fear, guilt, and bitterness held my heart. I was afraid I had just ruined our life long friendship. Guilty that I made Miky uncomfortable... And bitter that he didn't accept me. I knew it wasn't his fault, I did really. I hated myself for thinking that. I didn't want my friends to see the disgusting side of me. So I ran away. Like a coward and just ended up destroying my friendships. Thinking to myself 'they are better off without me. No one needs me. I'll just do what my kind does. Ghosts disappear.' So that's what I did. Disappear from their lives, letting them live them. It was fine. I'll be okay alone. Everything was better that way." Niles Blake Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend "Coolio was a fun kid. He generally was just fun to be around. A bit silly.. Whenever we got in trouble, he was pretty much the one that talked us out of it. Then was able to laugh about it later. I had to fix his hair sometimes. It always felt he just royally messed it up. He just laughed at about anything though. It warmed the heart really." Lucas Adolf Past and Present Relationship: Ex-Boyfriend "He's crude... insensitive... a jerk... and at times cruel. Yet he could show such kindness sometimes. He always had a talent at pulling my heartstrings. Guess in a way... he gave me a sense of belonging."
2,108	42	24	1,435	3,655	To Zac's surprise, the only person who hadn't arrived yet was Genie. Everyone else was here. Excitement filled the man child as he watched everyone interact. He couldn't help but feel slightly nostalgic. Alver was a knight in shining armor. I may need to give him a change of clothes... Micah was a... a pink tint was strongly noticeable on the pale-skinned, pretty boy as his senpai tripped in a wedding dress. His reflexes weren't as fast as Alver though. Uh, I didn't know Micks was into that sorta thing... He looks good... but he may need a change of clothes too.... Zac had no clue of the background and tension between those two. Alver was quite the eloquent talker nowadays, but Micah was pretty much the same tiny man he knew years ago, with a wiser look in his heterochromia stare, Hahah, Alver is pretty tall, right Miki?. His heart suddenly dropped with the site of Niles and his girl companion. They looked beautiful together. Sure, Zac didn't know what they were referencing but even without the costume, those two should be standing together. The woman was absolutely stunning and Niles truly did grow to be such a charmer and probably a lady killer. A royal couple without a doubt. With blush still apparent on his face, he brought his hand to his chest and diverted his stare away from Niles and to... Rebecca?! What the hell are you wearing!? This was a costume party, yes, but damn that's ballsy. She seemed to be thoroughly impressed by the man clad in lace, silk, and white. A grin curved on Zac's face when Alver accidentally called Niles 'NiNi'. Maybe rebuilding old friendships was a possible? Zac's world and thoughts stopped when a sudden person charged into him or well, tripped into him. A little gender bent Naruto? OH! Is this Jules' girlfriend? Out of habit of catching Scarlet on multiple occasions, Zac wrapped his arms around Erica to make sure she was stable. "Are you okay?" He whispered. She had a lingering smell of delicious alcohol emitting from her mouth, which gave him a craving for his own drink. Erica was definitely ahead of the game in terms of getting drunk. At least she's enjoying herself. While holding the small girl, Zac gave Jules a thumbs up for bringing liquor, "You always got my back, man!" This party was surprisingly more nerdy than he expected... Meanwhile, Vince stood silent and took pictures of everyone, primarily Mikaela, who fascinated him to no end. Clapping to herself, Gabriella happily cheered at the sight of old faces and new, "I'm so glad you all could make it! We can play catch up while we eat. I haven't seen you guys in years!" Her boyfriend was aware that she probably didn't inform any of the guests that she transitioned during highschool, so with a low voice, while snapping another picture of cute Micah, he muttered, "That's Gabriel, by the way. Or well, now Gabriella. Basically Zac if he were a girl." "Hey!" "You know it's true. You just have to put extensions on and dress up," the male pirate teased. Zac would never admit he had modeled for Vince with his sister as a girl for the photographer's site and personal projects... nor would he admit that he didn't mind dressing up as a girl occasionally. Ignoring the teasing, the dark haired man ushered his friends to follow him as he led them to one of the eating areas, which was surprisingly fairly nice for a Entertainment center. DADDZ FUN ZONE spoke modern, high-tech play land for kids all ages, but strongly caters to young adults that want to make sure they still have their youthful spunk in them. This room in particular had all the old arcade game machines like Pacman, Streetfighter II, Starfire, and etc. There were workers 18+ old stationed throughout the building, chatting and playing games (like air hockey) as they waited for the show to start. Jules had paid more than enough for electricity so that even the workers could enjoy themselves. This place truly felt like a large party. Mr. Cooper left a message on the wall for Zac: Thanks for good business! Behave and have fun! Tell me what you think before Sunday. A couple of staff members already set a long table with appetizers and subs, something light but filling enough for them so they wouldn't spend too much time eating. Plus, Zac had surprises for later. With Erica stuck to his hip and the pretty boy unable to pull away from her, Zac smiled at his guests, "Please! Sit wherever. The coolers are over there." He motioned to an archway that led to an unattended bar, with two coolers in front of it. One with beer and the other one with non-alcoholic beverages. "If you'll excuse me for a sec..." With all his power, he squirmed out of Erica's grasp and gave her a heartwarming smile, "I'll be back." Leaving the room, he headed toward the empty kitchen and took a deep breath in, "Be cool Zac! This night will go fine. Stop being so nervous." Going to the fridge, he opened it to reveal a birthday cake for Alver that said: Happy hallo-early-bday, Alver! Hopefully, Al didn't mind the flavor. Zac picked a neutral kind of cake that could be liked by many people. If people didn't want it, there were always an assortment of cookies and cupcakes. Nodding to himself, he closed the fridge and went to a cabinet where he hid his own bottle of liquor, a shot glass, and his backpack, which held who knows what! Pouring tequila in the glass, he sighed and fixedly stared at his poison. Bottoms up. One shot. Two shot... maybe he should hold off on the third? Putting the liquor away, he shook his hands and prepared himself to be an awesome host. Taking off his hat, he placed it on the counter and ran his hands through his hair, thinking about what he'd say next to his old friends. Words were important if he wanted to see them more than just for today... Meanwhile, Gabriella was trying to get Vince to take her picture with everyone. "Before you all leave, we'll need to do a major group picture! And then a smaller one for the old comrades. Maybe when Zac is back from wherever he went." "The game plan is we eat, Zac has a little something for his old buds, then we all go wherever and enjoy ourselves. Everything this place has to offer was paid for by Julius, so no need to worry about limiting yourselves." Hugging her boyfriend, Gabriella lovingly cooed, "My brother put a lot of thought into this... sure, he's not perfect and still is a kid at heart, but he worked his ass off just to get this place to ourselves, minus all the workers, but you get what I mean."	- snipped - roleplay closed -
2,109	42	25	66	1,312	It wasn't normal for Micah to curse of course, and he did it even less now that Luke was in his life, but the poor dress wearing man couldn't stop himself seeing hot tall Alver had gotten. His eyes narrowed and a worried look slipped onto Mikaela's face. Was he really angry, was that something really important to him and he had just taken a crap on it, did- Eh...?! Alver started pinching both of his cheeks, apparently Micah's reflexes weren't up to par. The bride slipped his hands up to pull Alver's gloved ones away from his face, his eyes squinting shut, "Mother, let go!" Hank of course had never encountered anyone like Alver. Mikaela himself had always been a strange one, but it seemed as if all of his childhood friend were quirky, "Oh um, hi! Yeah, I'm Hank. I see that absentmindedness from time to time. Anyway, Micah asked me to-" "Al! That's not very nice to say. And Hank, would you zip it? I was supposed to act all cool when I got here but you guys totally ruined it!" He tried to stomp his foot to make a point, only from the vibrations of the grounds to make him shudder. He looked even more like a girl with such a vulnerable expression. Hank covered his mouth from laughing. Julius arrived soon too and Micah couldn't help but pout. Even if the guy looked totally awesome in his Minato Namikaze costume, and Minato was one of Mikaela's favorite characters from Naruto, the guy had been the main one to lie to him about who was coming. And not just that the whole childhood crew was here, there was also so many more people. Mikaela's discomfort was through the roof. The boy hadn't even noticed Vince taking pictures yet. The Naruto girl went over to go talk to Zac, seemingly tripping over herself, but Micah was focused on the 4th Hokage that was bringing in a huge amount of liquor. Any father who had alcohol on a regular basis was a horrible person. Micah himself was a light weight and the only times he had been out drinking was with Hank. Hank was a good drinker... until his fifth glass, then would sleep like a baby. No, Micah didn't think he'd be having any alcohol tonight. ~~~ Mikaela looked over to see a girl who looked exactly like Zac, was Gabriel cross dressing? But there had been that info in the email... Then the boy heard Vince talking while... taking a picture of him?! Micah's face went red and he tried to hide his face, slipping behind Alver to protect himself. No... He wouldn't let anyone capture his hideous eyes with a camera, maybe this was all just a bad idea. So Gabriel... Was a girl now? That was fine with Micah, the pictures were a more pressing matter after all. As they started to head into the place, Micah couldn't help but race for the machines, completely forgetting about the camera. All the games he used to play as a kid! A huge smile showed up on the shorter man's face. He swept Alver's hand into his arms, wanting to go against his old childhood friend. J-Just like old times... yeah!	Name Mikaela Winter Nickname Micah Birthday November 7th Age 29 Formula and Sexuality Uke II Heterosexual turned bisexual Goal Be able to support his son and give him the life he deserves. To be able to connect with his true "family" again. Family (Third person POV from his father's perspective) The Winter Family is known for being one of the most prestigious families of Willow Valley. They only had one boy they named Mikaela after the boy's great grandfather. His father never really approved of him, and did everything to kick that unpredictable imagination out of him and groom him into the successor he was meant to be. During middle school, this behavior got worse, his son was mixing up fantasy and reality. Thinking that these would be his last free years, his father let him be on his own. Once Mikaela arrived in high school, work was to be done. He had private tutors that would make him work all the hours of the night after school. He was always made to be in the top three places in school. Someone was influencing the successor, his grades were dropping drastically, he would shut himself into his room after school. He came home one day with cuts all over his face... His father immediately sent him to a boarding school. His heir would not be so weak! After two years of schooling, Mikaela pleaded with his father to let him come home, be with his mother who was having arthritis, gaining the proper social skills of an adult. Mikaela was allowed to go to a public college. There he met Emily, his forbidden love. His father tried to reason with his successor, the vixen was praying on his weak son. Finally, his father threw him out, disowning him. Once his wife was out of the picture. Mikaela's father did reach out a hand to his dreadful son, saying he would forget the past and adopt Luke, but Mikaela refused. Marriage/Love During college, Mikaela met a girl named Emily that was his only hope in the world. His angel was just a normal college girl that could never be accepted by his parents. Mikaela was disowned from the family, but he didn't care. Mikaela was married for a short period of three years from when he was 22 to 26, but his wife died 3 years ago. Emily had been suffering from a hereditary heart disease since she was young and passed away with no other family. He had one baby boy named Luke. Mikaela never did have any other relationship besides his marriage. There was a time in middle school... But that never did go anywhere. His son was born with lighter lavender eyes that came from his father and blonde hair. Luke has a habit of milking his cuteness, but always ends up taking care of his papa. Luke is exceptional at cleaning and housework, more of the time taking care of his dad than the other way around. Occupation During the daytime he works as the manager for a small bar/coffee shop. At night he works as a waiter at his friend's high-class restaurant "Tonnelli's Italian Cuisine Restaurant." His sweet old lady neighbor Jocelyn takes care of his son while he's out at night. At his coffee shop job he wears contacts that make his eye color blue. He leaves them off for his waiter job in order to get extra tips. Sometimes he would make up some inventions he would use around the shop. He was a decent gadget handy man as well. Appearance At the height of 5'4" he's a bit on the short side. He tries his best to keep the average weight of 125, but his weight is always lowering due to his high metabolism. The thing that stands out most about his appearance is his two different colored eyes. His right eye is a mint green, while his left is a deep lavender. he also has a burn scar on his left leg when he saved Luke from dropping a pot of boiling water on his head. He has strawberry blonde hair that is sickeningly straight and he usually leaves it to its own devices. Style: Not really being the fashionable type, Mikaela usually wore whatever his father ordered him to wear. All of his fantasies were kept in his head. He always had the baby face of his. Some people wondered if he ever did go through puberty in the first place, it seemed like he only grew taller and that was it. His voice changed seemed to be gradual and no one could really notice when it came to his normal voice now. Middleschool Clique "The one everyone leaves alone." Mikaela was the kind of person that was always staring off into space and caught in a day dream. In his earlier years of middle school, he was bullied a lot. He kept it a secret from the people around him and slowly all the bullies grew tired of him. The girls at school liked him for his mysterious look, but would leave him alone when they found out he would either talk for days about what he was thinking of, or just ignore them caught in some other delusion. He was always working on some kind of trinket that no one could understand. Highschool Clique "The Freak" It wasn't until high school that he met Jonah. No one had really gotten that psychological and that cruel when they bullied him in middle school. The teenager seemed to always have this sweet happy smile on his face, appearing to others as a good friend of Mikaela's. There were quite a bunch of misunderstandings with it. He would label Micah as a freak, someone that only had the purpose to disgust people. He might grow up to have money, but he'd just become the puppet with his father pulling the strings. Jonah wrecked at his mental state more and more. Mikaela became so withdrawn from reality it messed with his health. Was that a dragon peeking from around the corner? Did the walls just start to close in? Day in and day out was a terror. It was one day when Micah was so out of touch with reality he was unresponsive to Jonah. Getting angrier and angrier, the sadistic bully carved light lines into the other's face. It stung a little, but his words as he sliced him cut far deeper. When Mikaela came home, his father shipped him off to boarding school. He gained more confidence during those years. Mikaela realized he didn't want to carry on his father's legacy. He would do everything to make his father happy... then slip out right from under him. Past Crush He had a deep crush on Genie that he could never explain. Yes, there was no way he could like another man! But... this was Genie... All the boys might have caught on to his affection, but he never did confess. When they were in middle school, Alver confessed to him. Mikaela didn't know what to do. He had been caught at one point reading something with suggested homosexual tendencies. The boy... he had been locked in the closet all night after that. He wasn't gay! That wouldn't happen... Not as long as he lived under that household. Mikaela did his best to soften the blow of his rejection, but it didn't seem to work. Current Crush --- Are you in contact with a Rose? No Personality The boy always seems to be thinking up some new kind of fantasy as a kid. Before he met his childhood friends, he would spend hours staring at the wall and dreaming up new fantasies. He is a lazy bum who can't seem to clean anything right. He was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but when he is able to focus enough, he's able to cook well. Mikaela loves being around people who all care for each other, they help bring his fantasies to reality. He may not show it, but smiles are all he wants to give other people. He also sees the world a lot differently from other people. Each different sound has a shade of color, and there are all beautiful. He always believed that Zac's blue voice was the prettiest though. Mikaela may seem distant to you now. When he talks to people, he puts on a facade of being super happy, keeping a save emotional distance between the two of you. If he doesn't try hard enough, he usually keeps a straight face all the time, and that creeps people out. Because of his time in high school, he does his best to distance himself. Micah doesn't want people to find out about his fantasies, he doesn't want to call him strange or a freak. He has a son to take care of. Luke and his friend Hank are the only ones around him that know about his daydreaming. Since he isn't good at housework, his son picks up the slack, he's usually taking a nap at home or playing with his son. Short Bio Mikaela never seemed to be fit for the heir to the Winter family. His eyes seemed to be two different colors and he was always off in his own world. His father thought of him as weak and would force him to study all the time. Micah didn't care too much about that, since studying wasn't that bad, whenever he wasn't studying, he was off in his fantasies. In his family, no one knew his true emotions, because he was so bad at showing them on his face. But then he met his first friends, the ones he actually called his family. They all seemed to be younger than him, but they unconsciously taught him how to express himself. He would laugh and play like a normal boy, which his parents had never seen before. Mikaela's favorite place was the club house, that was the only place he would ever go to when he final felt the pressures of his family. But... Everyone left. He couldn't handle the stress of rejecting Alver, the one he thought of as his "family's" mother. Mikaela realized what he was leaving, but he just couldn't handle it. His fantasies were his only company after that. After the intense bullying from Jonah, Mikaela was shipped off to boarding school. There was no way he could leave everything he'd known just to be under his father's thumb. If he had learned anything from Jonah, it was that he was going to turn into the puppet if he didn't do anything. Mikaela convinced his parents to let him go back to college in Willow Valley. There he was able to not be the most popular, but not be the loner either. He was able to meet Hank his freshman year and start his first proper friendship in forever. Jonah didn't go to his college so he didn't have any influence there. His second year... he met Emily. His beautiful angel, the one he hoped to spend his life with. They did everything together. Micah decided to marry her the first chance he got. But his parents said no way. Mikaela was the heir, he was to have an arranged marriage and take over the family business... but he fought back full force. His father got so pissed that he disowned his own son, not caring that he wouldn't have an heir anymore. Those next few years seemed to be his happiest after his childhood memories. They didn't have much money, but they made due and had a son right away. Luke was a reincarnation of his mother... but that must have been why she died from a heart attack. Mikaela was able to bounce back out of his depression because of Luke. He was able to stay firm and not let his parents take Luke away from him. To support his son, Mikaela worked extra hours as a waiter at a rather high-class restaurant. He devoted his life completely to his son... Jonah was back. He had gone and gotten a master's degree from his college and came back just to torture Micah. He came around now and again to wreck at Mikaela's mental state. He never did really fight back against Jonah, the only times he did was when Jonah said things about Luke. Jonah... the man came by one night while Luke was at a sleepover. He was outrageously drunk and overpowered Mikaela, raping him and sprouting insults left and right. Even Jonah felt a little bit bad about that when he woke up, so he paid Mikaela a hefty amount of money to keep him quiet and half-seriously joked about them doing it again every so often.
2,110	43	0	1,142	1,145	Haldan, a small village on the road between Orchyre and Aunden "Be more careful with her." The voice was deep. Flat. Powerful. Even without any emotion in the words there was a certain melody to the tone, a melody that made one feel obliged to obey its message. The owner of the voice was, strangely for its deep rumble and the nascent power it projected, a man well below average height wearing patchwork robes of black, green and blood red with his face hidden by the shadow of a black, wide-brimmed traveller's hat. A further oddity, and almost comically large for the wielder if not for the threat of inescapable death radiating from its blade, was the massive battleaxe strapped to the speaker's back. It shimmered between a deep red, black and the natural colour of steel as if it were a living thing. The man's slaves dipped their shadowy rotting heads, slowing their pace so that they could hold their victim more securely. Four of them carried her, a middle-aged woman wearing a white apron over a green tunic smeared with mud. She looked to be a herbalist or an apothecary but to the short man and his slaves it was the Charter mark on her forehead that gave her value to them. The shambling figures dropped the woman slightly, banging her already bloodied head against a rock and making her groan out in her unconsciousness. The man hissed and they cowered away from him, fearing for their already once-lost lives. "I said be careful with her! She needs to be alive for this." They hoisted her up again and continued to their destination: a Charter stone just off the main road. Beyond it were cliffs that sunk sharply to meet the see, the sun falling below the horizon as night came fully upon them. Finally the dark servants could do no more and laid the woman down before hurrying away from the power of the stone which repulsed them. The Dead could only come so close the stone before the power which tied them to the corpses they inhabited was disintegrated and they were hurled back into Death. Gesturing impatiently to his right, towards the stone, the man ordered a band of torch-bearing villagers to continue the grisly procession to the stone. They bore no signs of magical manipulation, apparently serving the short Necromancer of their own free will. A few glanced at the man, or rather at the bells strapped across his chest, with pale faces but they kept to their job; it was being well paid after all. They hauled the woman up against the stone, holding in her place as their paymaster began his ritual. -------------- The Merchant Quarter, Belisaere "Come along, Elaeriel. We don't have time to be dawdling in a place like this." The young woman, dressed in a fashionable tunic with tight leather riding trousers, wore no expression in response to these words, following her mother who was adorned with a more traditional dress and enough jewellery to purchase every house on the street. In her mind she questioned what 'a place like this' was meant to suggest about their surroundings but had decided immediately it was best not to bring it up. Her mother had no time for questions and expected only obedience from her offspring. "Mother, what's the purpose of this visit?" Elaeriel asked, growing tired of being carted around the city by her mother. First it had been to a dressmaker's, then a jewellers and now they were heading towards some acquaintance of her mother. The young woman had a sinking feeling of what her mother intended, presumably trying to soften the blow by showing her magnificent dresses, necklaces and rings but unfortunately such things held little importance for someone who had had such things arrayed before plentifully her entire life. Her high-cheekboned, sharp-eyed and equally sharp-tongued mother stopped abruptly and rounded on her young daughter to reveal a fierce expression. Elaeriel had grown used to that look in her mother's eyes, barely suppressed rage that was probably supposed to suggest earnestness but did not work on someone who had seen it one too many times. "We're going to the Master Goldsmith's manor. It may beyond our station to consider marrying into such a family but they have funds enough to raise an army. You could hardly ask to live more comfortably than wi-" "You can't make me." Elaeriel cut her mother off pointedly, her voice curt and just as commanding as the matriarch of their branch family. "You and father seem to forget the Queen forbade arranged marriages which either the bride or the groom were against. I will not have this argument with you yet again. I shall find my own way back." Ignoring her mother's hissed threats, Elaeriel turned on her heel and strode into the crowds, blending in and disappearing. Her mother remained where she was, her face purple with rage beneath the white mask of makeup, surrounding by her guards on the lookout for any assassins from a rival family. "Shall I go after her, ma'am?" One of the guards asked but the family matriarch was already moving on, continuing towards the Master Goldsmith's house. "No, soon she won't have a choice in this. She'll see that."	Name: Elaeriel (Ell-air-ehl) Gender: Female Age: 17 Appearance/Physical Description: Elaeriel is much paler than the other members of her branch family, although they all have the dark hair commonly associated with the Abhorsens; a trait passed down through the generations. Her eyes are a bright blue giving her a ghostly appearance when contrasted with her white skin. Her raven black hair is straight and nearly always tied back into a ponytail, so as not to get in the way during her day-to-day activities. Of average height, standing at five foot seven inches tall, Elaeriel often finds herself towered over by other members of her family, especially the men who stand at well over six foot. She has a slight but athletic build, most of her life spent being trained for any of the potential jobs she might be given should her family take power at the end of the Queen's reign. Her clothing she chooses fastidiously and dependent on the occasion. When in the Royal Palace she wears silk dresses, although eschews the makeup that most of her fellow women apply as she also spends a great deal of her day actively and as such finds the time spent applying it badly spent. When not in the Palace she tends to dress herself in tight leather riding trousers and a tunic top, usually of a cool colour such as green or blue, with appropriate jacket or shawl dependent on the weather. Personality: Serious and focussed, Elaeriel has spent her entire life being taught that she must be prepared for just about any role. And not just be capable but be good at it. This leads her to be overly serious when it comes to seemingly minor tasks, applying her desire for perfection to anything she faces. That being said, she is relaxed in conversation although a bit awkward when not talking in an official capacity. Having had very few real friends, as opposed to family friends or cousins who could be potential enemies, she lacks the ability to interact with strangers easily and without suspicion. History/Background: Born into one of the seven branch families of the Royal Line, Elaeriel is the third and youngest child of her parents. Her eldest brother, in his mid-twenties, is her family's best hope to succeed the Queen and as such she is somewhat eclipsed in any of her achievements. That is not to say that she has been ignored, having been given the best education in almost all matters so she can do her part to secure her family's future. Her life has been spent amongst cousins who could one day in the future seek to have her killed or could become her partner should her parents and theirs decide it was in their best interests to ally. As such she has had no close friendships and speaks almost exclusively in diplomatic tones; polite and amiable but with little to no sincerity. Elaeriel hates this life, feeling trapped in machinations she has no interest in with her existence to be a pawn in a much greater game that she wants to escape. Visits from the Abhorsen have always been something she looks forward to, allowing her to escape the confines of the subtle game to hear of the necromancer's adventures and the wider world. She had often pleaded for permission to visit the Abhorsen's House but she was never let out of the sight of her parents or their servants, lest something happen to her and put them at a disadvantage. She is currently spending most of her days with the Royal physician, learning various methods of healing outside of the Charter and how to spot non-spelled poisons; a vital skill for when she has a spouse her parents assure her. Skills: She is a skilled charter mage, having been taught it by a succession of guards, Charter Mages of every discipline and even the Abhorsen himself for a short time. Her skill is entirely through the tutelage she has been given rather than an innate ability, although her bloodline gives her a closer connection to the Charter than many enjoy and as such she finds it easier to reach for. She has walked through the first two gates, although always with someone more skilled in the art at her side, and knows the use of the bells, and other musical instruments well, but only in a theoretical sense. Aside from this she has skill with bow and blade, specifically with a rapier or any other light weapon, and has spent years on horseback. She is, however, not used to longer journeys and has little experience of living in anything but the lap of luxury.
2,111	43	1	443	619	Toriel stared at her father...in a puddle of crimson blood. She was standing there, holding a bushel of flowers she'd brought for him. They were Sunflowers. He loved Sunflowers. She dropped the flowers and walked towards him, in a daze. "Pa...pa..." she said, like a broken doll. She tripped on a sword, HIS sword, and fell into the puddle, her white sleeves soaking up red blood. She whimpered and crawled closer. Trying to call for help, she sent out a flare of Charter Magic, out the broken window. Holding her fathers head in her hands, she tried to sit up and shook violently, waiting for someone to see the flare for help.	Name: Toriel(toe-ree-ehl) Gender: female Age: 16 Appearance/Physical Description: She has red hair, short, like a boy's cut. Her eyes are a vivid blue, that seem to glow. She is tiny and fragile looking, at a meager five feet tall and very thin. She has an A-cup chest and wears simple black tunics over white long-sleeved blouses with full sleeves. Her pants are brown, leather riding pants and she wears black boots. She carries a Charter Spelled blade and a pack of oddities. Being a descendant of the Wall-Makers, she tends to make little Charter items. Personality: Very kind and soft spoken. Tends to avoid conflicts and tries to hide from bad things. She hums randomly, dazed and staring off into the distance or tinkering with items. A little goofy, she'll randomly hug or sniff people. History/Background: She comes from Belisaere and is very knowledgeable of the cities architecture and streets. She knows all the hidden passages and shortcuts. She was raised to be creative and free, by a kind and loving father. She has little knowledge of her mother, but knows she lives somewhere in the Wilds. Right now, she wanders about the city. She came home before, to find her father dead in a puddle of crimson blood. She's in a daze and needs help... Skills: VERY skilled with Charter magic, knowing quite a bit more than most. Her father was a Blessed Charter Mage and he taught her well. She sucks at fighting, though.
2,112	43	2	1,142	1,145	Navis The chief of the village, an elderly man, rushed to meet the paperwing that came fluttering down with the grace of a live bird, its eyes shutting as the Charter Magic that powered it was cut off and the rider climbed steadily out of the transport. He was dressed for battle with the traditional symbols of his esteemed lineage but the slowness in his movements could not be mistaken for anything except for what it was: old age. His beard was a storm grey as was his close-cut hair but there was a strength in his body and although he moved cautiously there was strength and purpose in his actions; this old Abhorsen still had plenty of life in him yet. "Where?" He asked, shortly. The village chief nodded, not questioning his esteemed visitor's shortness. When the Abhorsen came in a Paperwing dressed for battle, looking tired from a long journey, then pleasantries were merely a waste of time. The chief guided the Abhorsen to where two horses were held by his fellow villagers, also mounted on their own animals. They were work beasts, stocky and slow as opposed to the lean gallopers messengers and warriors used but they would serve their purpose well enough. The Charter stone being watched by two more of the villagers, a little out of the town and closer to the chief's village but due to the thick forests all around it had been easier for the Abhorsen to land at Navis and then continue on foot or horseback. "Nothing yet." The elder of the pair greeted them, noticing their grim but determined faces. "The body looks to have been there a good few days now." The Abhorsen went alone and on foot to examine the stone and the corpse still crucified upon it. He circled the stone before gesturing for the village chief to join him. All of the villagers looked ill from their proximity to the broke Charter stone but the chief had weathered much in his time and made no sign of his unease. "Have you seen any of the Dead?" The Abhorsen asked and the man nodded. "Yes, sir. Not many and out of the village proper, sir. When we go back there's nothing left, no trace. Their tracks just stop, like they disappeared. One of the young lads says he saw a lass camping around here. Says she had bells on her, sir." He spoke the last words in a whisper as if mentioning the devices might bring the Dead down upon them. The Abhorsen stared at the stone, shifting his shoulders as he prepared for the exhertion ahead of him. "See if your young lad can find her again. I'll need to have a word with her."	Name: Elaeriel (Ell-air-ehl) Gender: Female Age: 17 Appearance/Physical Description: Elaeriel is much paler than the other members of her branch family, although they all have the dark hair commonly associated with the Abhorsens; a trait passed down through the generations. Her eyes are a bright blue giving her a ghostly appearance when contrasted with her white skin. Her raven black hair is straight and nearly always tied back into a ponytail, so as not to get in the way during her day-to-day activities. Of average height, standing at five foot seven inches tall, Elaeriel often finds herself towered over by other members of her family, especially the men who stand at well over six foot. She has a slight but athletic build, most of her life spent being trained for any of the potential jobs she might be given should her family take power at the end of the Queen's reign. Her clothing she chooses fastidiously and dependent on the occasion. When in the Royal Palace she wears silk dresses, although eschews the makeup that most of her fellow women apply as she also spends a great deal of her day actively and as such finds the time spent applying it badly spent. When not in the Palace she tends to dress herself in tight leather riding trousers and a tunic top, usually of a cool colour such as green or blue, with appropriate jacket or shawl dependent on the weather. Personality: Serious and focussed, Elaeriel has spent her entire life being taught that she must be prepared for just about any role. And not just be capable but be good at it. This leads her to be overly serious when it comes to seemingly minor tasks, applying her desire for perfection to anything she faces. That being said, she is relaxed in conversation although a bit awkward when not talking in an official capacity. Having had very few real friends, as opposed to family friends or cousins who could be potential enemies, she lacks the ability to interact with strangers easily and without suspicion. History/Background: Born into one of the seven branch families of the Royal Line, Elaeriel is the third and youngest child of her parents. Her eldest brother, in his mid-twenties, is her family's best hope to succeed the Queen and as such she is somewhat eclipsed in any of her achievements. That is not to say that she has been ignored, having been given the best education in almost all matters so she can do her part to secure her family's future. Her life has been spent amongst cousins who could one day in the future seek to have her killed or could become her partner should her parents and theirs decide it was in their best interests to ally. As such she has had no close friendships and speaks almost exclusively in diplomatic tones; polite and amiable but with little to no sincerity. Elaeriel hates this life, feeling trapped in machinations she has no interest in with her existence to be a pawn in a much greater game that she wants to escape. Visits from the Abhorsen have always been something she looks forward to, allowing her to escape the confines of the subtle game to hear of the necromancer's adventures and the wider world. She had often pleaded for permission to visit the Abhorsen's House but she was never let out of the sight of her parents or their servants, lest something happen to her and put them at a disadvantage. She is currently spending most of her days with the Royal physician, learning various methods of healing outside of the Charter and how to spot non-spelled poisons; a vital skill for when she has a spouse her parents assure her. Skills: She is a skilled charter mage, having been taught it by a succession of guards, Charter Mages of every discipline and even the Abhorsen himself for a short time. Her skill is entirely through the tutelage she has been given rather than an innate ability, although her bloodline gives her a closer connection to the Charter than many enjoy and as such she finds it easier to reach for. She has walked through the first two gates, although always with someone more skilled in the art at her side, and knows the use of the bells, and other musical instruments well, but only in a theoretical sense. Aside from this she has skill with bow and blade, specifically with a rapier or any other light weapon, and has spent years on horseback. She is, however, not used to longer journeys and has little experience of living in anything but the lap of luxury.
2,113	43	3	905	2,480	The Abhorsen was here, finally. Jacel the Impure looked at them from a distance, but she knew the blue of the coat he wore over his armor. Their conversation - about her - was lost on her, she couldn't hear form this far away. She turned and started walking the other direction. Rushing would give away her position, there was no sense in it when they were distracted by the stone. The proximity to that much corrupted Charter would make her own Free Magic presence impossible to detect. Now that the Abhorsen was here, he could do... something. Some Abhorsen trick that she, as a common Necromancer, was not savvy to. Could an Abhorsen repair the stone? Or was that the domain of the Royal Family. She didn't know. It irked her to be that ignorant, but she was. Jacel had not gone more than twenty meters when a shape burst form the trees. It was all shadow, like a vaguely-shaped man cut out of the scene in front of her, untouched by the sun under the cover of the thick trees here. Jacel reached in instinct first for her bells, but she didn't dare ring those this close to the Abhorsen. She changed the movement to her sword, steeling herself for the burn as the Charter Magic in it fought the Free Magic that tainted her body. She thrust the sword, but the only sparks that flew were from the hilt where her own hand touched it, the shadow thing had twisted like a snake away from the blade. It brought an arm down, wrapping like a tentacle around Jacel's own, locking her sword arm away from her body. She cut her losses and dropped the sword, all it was doing now was burning her. It landed flat on the ground. Jacel grabbed at her bells with her left hand, she took Kibeth and rang it. The Abhorsen would be here in moments, she knew. But he was better than the dead. She might walk past the Ninth Gate if he interfered, but if he didn't, she might never make it there at all. The creature was strong, and she couldn't get a full control of it when she was off balance and unprepared, but she managed to force it to take a step back, its shadowy foot landing right on the Charter-spelled blade. Now the white sparks were form the creature, it screeched and let go of her, falling backwards. When it hit the ground it slithered away from her, even more like a snake than before. But she rang the bell a second time, and it faded away, passing back through the barrier into Death.	Name: Jacel (Juh-cell), the Impure Gender: Female Age: 19 Appearance/Physical Description: Tall, slim, and blond. Jacel has an thin, angular face, with tired green eyes. She looks, quite rightly so, as someone who doesn't get a proper meal very often. The hair on her head is sheared extremely close to her scalp, and she covers her head with a blue headscarf, in the fashion of the Southerlings that have lived in the Old Kingdom now for nearly a century. She chose this as it allows her to cover her tainted charter mark without attracting very many questions. She dresses in an amalgamation of clothing from both sides of the wall, and many walks of life. Her boots and trousers are those of a Crossing Point Scout. Made in the military style of Ancelstierre, but by hand so that they can withstand being in the Old Kingdom. She wears a button-up shirt that is faded and colorless. Over this is the bandolier of bells, signature to a Necromancer. Her belt is brown, and the seven handles that stick out of the pouches are of sandalwood, the bells themselves are brass. Her bells are typically covered by a wide triangular cloak, similar to a poncho. This she got from a band of Travelers, and it bears their clan markings and sigils embroidered in the fabric. Her head, over top the blue scarf, is adorned with a wide brimmed hat, the left side being pinned up in a cavalier fashion. She has a sword belt on her waist as well, hanging with a plain shortsword that is Charter spelled. With the Free Magic flowing in her veins now, it hurts her to wield it and she only does so out of desperation. Personality: "Curiosity killed the cat," one ought to say to her. When she was a child she would reply snarkily "Satisfaction brought him back." But, though still young, she's come to see her thirst for knowledge as a bit of a weak point for her. She's not a "watch and wait" kind of person, she has a need to do and experience. And so she isn't satisfied to explore the theoretical, hence her impatience with Wyverly's magical curriculum. This is underlined by a compassion that has been born from seeing too many bad things happen(and causing some of them). Her time with her Master has left her less than willing to continue in the more traditional veins of Necromancy. Instead, she wishes to use her powers for good. She has a feeling like she needs to atone for past wrongs, and habitually sacrifices her own recovering Charter Mark to do so. History/Background: Born Bethany Hooke in Ancelstierre, the Necromancer who would later be known as Jacel was a native of Bane. She came from a well off family that had long lived in the Northern part of the country, and grew up on stories of superstition and magic about the Wall and what was beyond. It was a subject she was immensely curious about, and so was always willing to hear scary stories of times that things had come across(though it never happened during her childhood). She attended Wyverly College, and was all too happy to jump to the magic lessons that were taught this close to the wall. But she found it lacked something, she wasn't sure what. Some element of the stories and superstitions she had been told just seemed to be missing. She hungered for it, but couldn't place what it was. For two years at school she studied hard, but still found her magical education lacking. Over this time she fantasized about running away to the Old Kingdom, but it wasn't until she was fourteen that she finally did it. Getting across was easier than it should have been. She put on a blue head scarf and hid in a group of refugees who were being forced across. Not only did the army not stop her, but they actually helped her! The refugees were beset by all sorts of nefarious characters shortly after being shuffled across, but little Bethany Hooke was the only one among them with a Charter Mark, and so she attracted the worst of the attention. Even these days, Jacel believes she was lucky with who got to her first. A Necromancer looking to recruit an apprentice. Anyone else might have killed her, she reflected later. Used her Charter Mage's blood for ritual, taken her soul and body for their own purposes. Instead, she learned those same dark arts that could easily have been used upon her. By age fifteen she had walked in the First Precinct, and eschewed her own true name. By seventeen, her master had gone missing. She didn't know where, he often left to go about his own business, leaving her with tasks to complete. It was months before she realized he wasn't coming back this time. She set out on her own, but didn't have a clear plan at the time. Since then, it's become clear that her kind is wanted in very few places. Without the influence of her teacher, her own better nature was able to blossom, and she tried to use her powers for good. She would ring Kibeth to walk the dead back where they belonged, or Ranna to quiet a graveyard. Once she even used Belgaer to discover the identity of a man's murderer, and inform his family. In some places she has gained a sort of respect. She is called Jacel the Impure, a semi-derogatory title. They dislike her powers, but these are places out of the way, where the Abhorsen doesn't come very often, and she is often their best defense against the dead. Jacel wants to put Free Magic behind her, but she finds it hard not to use the Bells when she finds a village beset by the Dead. Skills: Necromancy and Free Magic Adept. Novice swordfighter, she had classes at Wyverly, but had only taken one year before running away. She knows a novice level of Charter Magic, but accessing the Charter is exceedingly difficult for her, nearly impossible.
2,114	43	4	1,142	1,145	The Merchant Quarter, Belisaere It was lucky that Elaeriel's mind was still tight with anger, her body fuelled by the adrenaline the argument with her mother had brought rushing through her veins. This was all fortunate because, otherwise, she might not have caught sight of the Charter Magic flare. The angle was too steep so many failed to notice the light although as she got closer to the source she could hear a good deal of commotion down one of the side streets. She stopped for a moment, considering her options. Her first instinct was to go towards the source and investigate what was happening but voices of caution sounded in her head, many voices expressing concern at her apparent empathy for others echoing across the years of her life back to the present. She shook her head and darted into the side street before the doubting voices could sway her determination. Today, of all days, she would act as herself before even that was sold away to someone for a paltry alliance in this contest for the throne. One could be forgiven for thinking the Queen was dying, or dead, what with all the frantic activity from the branch families to amass resources and allies; but the Queen was still healthy and active. And loved by her people. The noise centred around a house, not in the poorest of condition but not exactly one of the merchant mansions found nearer the main avenue of the Merchant Quarter. There was a smashed window and Elaeriel could almost smell the traces of Charter Magic left by the flare, although it looked like no one else could even if they had understood what the flare was; few had the upbringing that she had had with the Charter like a lifelong friend. The constant presence of the Great Charter Stones beneath the Palace had kept her swaddled in the Charter from the moment she was born and reaching for it was so easy, almost like breathing. That was not to say that she was especially skilled with it, she certainly had no natural talent, but Elaeriel had been taught by the best so she was definitely an adept at least. "What's going on? Has anyone gone inside?" She asked, her voice ringing out across the hushed murmurs from those around the house. Charter Magic was something of a mystery to some and often associated with Free Magic. At least, in the sense that where there was Charter Magic there may well be the danger of Free Magic also. It was no wonder the people stayed outside rather than rush in but they turned at the sound of her commanding voice; the voice of someone used to being obeyed. Instant recognition of the crest on her tunic had the townspeople clearing a path for her quickly with one man approaching her to speak, head bowed and hat held in his hands. "We don't know, Milady. Just there was this light and a smash so we came over, in case of fire y'see. But there's just the sound of cryin' inside. We were waiting for the Guard, just in case it was Free Magic sorcery, ma'am." He said, ducking his head as he spoke. Elaeriel nodded, trying not to hide her irritation at his subservient attitude; others of her family might expect or even demand it but she had other thoughts about the position of the Royals. "Stay here, then. If the Guard arrive, let them know I've entered." She strode down the path before her, trying not to let the stares from the small crowd unnerve her. She paused at the door before pushing it open and sweeping inside with her hands already itching to cast a Charter mark, just in case it was a Free Magic creature making the sounds. But it wasn't. It was a young woman, her age by the looks of it, sobbing as she held a corpse's head in her hands. After assessing the situation briefly, Elaeriel rushed over to the woman and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. She still felt uneasy, the whisperings of the crowd outside having set her suspicions alight, but those doubts were being swept away by the sight before her; no Free Magic Creature she knew could pull off such a convincing performance. "Are you hurt?" She asked, glancing at the body. It was definitely a corpse, she hadn't even felt the death from the avenue so it couldn't have been that recent. The blood looked dark, sticky as it dried but not completely in that way blood never seemed to. "I'm going to get the guards. We'll give him a Charter Burial once it's safe."	Name: Elaeriel (Ell-air-ehl) Gender: Female Age: 17 Appearance/Physical Description: Elaeriel is much paler than the other members of her branch family, although they all have the dark hair commonly associated with the Abhorsens; a trait passed down through the generations. Her eyes are a bright blue giving her a ghostly appearance when contrasted with her white skin. Her raven black hair is straight and nearly always tied back into a ponytail, so as not to get in the way during her day-to-day activities. Of average height, standing at five foot seven inches tall, Elaeriel often finds herself towered over by other members of her family, especially the men who stand at well over six foot. She has a slight but athletic build, most of her life spent being trained for any of the potential jobs she might be given should her family take power at the end of the Queen's reign. Her clothing she chooses fastidiously and dependent on the occasion. When in the Royal Palace she wears silk dresses, although eschews the makeup that most of her fellow women apply as she also spends a great deal of her day actively and as such finds the time spent applying it badly spent. When not in the Palace she tends to dress herself in tight leather riding trousers and a tunic top, usually of a cool colour such as green or blue, with appropriate jacket or shawl dependent on the weather. Personality: Serious and focussed, Elaeriel has spent her entire life being taught that she must be prepared for just about any role. And not just be capable but be good at it. This leads her to be overly serious when it comes to seemingly minor tasks, applying her desire for perfection to anything she faces. That being said, she is relaxed in conversation although a bit awkward when not talking in an official capacity. Having had very few real friends, as opposed to family friends or cousins who could be potential enemies, she lacks the ability to interact with strangers easily and without suspicion. History/Background: Born into one of the seven branch families of the Royal Line, Elaeriel is the third and youngest child of her parents. Her eldest brother, in his mid-twenties, is her family's best hope to succeed the Queen and as such she is somewhat eclipsed in any of her achievements. That is not to say that she has been ignored, having been given the best education in almost all matters so she can do her part to secure her family's future. Her life has been spent amongst cousins who could one day in the future seek to have her killed or could become her partner should her parents and theirs decide it was in their best interests to ally. As such she has had no close friendships and speaks almost exclusively in diplomatic tones; polite and amiable but with little to no sincerity. Elaeriel hates this life, feeling trapped in machinations she has no interest in with her existence to be a pawn in a much greater game that she wants to escape. Visits from the Abhorsen have always been something she looks forward to, allowing her to escape the confines of the subtle game to hear of the necromancer's adventures and the wider world. She had often pleaded for permission to visit the Abhorsen's House but she was never let out of the sight of her parents or their servants, lest something happen to her and put them at a disadvantage. She is currently spending most of her days with the Royal physician, learning various methods of healing outside of the Charter and how to spot non-spelled poisons; a vital skill for when she has a spouse her parents assure her. Skills: She is a skilled charter mage, having been taught it by a succession of guards, Charter Mages of every discipline and even the Abhorsen himself for a short time. Her skill is entirely through the tutelage she has been given rather than an innate ability, although her bloodline gives her a closer connection to the Charter than many enjoy and as such she finds it easier to reach for. She has walked through the first two gates, although always with someone more skilled in the art at her side, and knows the use of the bells, and other musical instruments well, but only in a theoretical sense. Aside from this she has skill with bow and blade, specifically with a rapier or any other light weapon, and has spent years on horseback. She is, however, not used to longer journeys and has little experience of living in anything but the lap of luxury.
2,115	44	0	1,729	158	The papers had started to pile up, all the taxes and financial work for the different business owned by her family were in a messy pile on her oak-wood desk. Olivia sighed. She hated paper work. More often than not, she would find the human in charge and hypnotize them to just forget about any money owed. Unfortunately it didn't work on all humans. Hence the mess on her desk. Her violet eyes skimmed over the black splotches of ink. Nothing really stood out to her, nothing seemed important enough for her to take immediate notice. After going through the pile and placing the papers she had given attention to in the "read" pile, Olivia stood and straightened her corset-top and tight black skirt. She adjusted the rose on the choker around her neck and headed for her office door. One more glance over her shoulder at the clock on her wall informed her it was past 8. A grin found it's way to her mouth. Feeding time. The leader of the Vampire Family Bianchi casually descended the stairs of her mansion. She wondered in and out of rooms hoping to find someone to go feeding with her. She also needed someone to gather information about Daniel Smith's disappearance. His wife had come to her three nights ago worried about him. The wife had claimed it was unlike Daniel to go missing for more than a few hours. So far there had been no leads. Olivia hoped tonight would be different. Lost in her thoughts about Danial, Olivia wasn't paying attention to where she was going. She bumped right into another body. In her shock she stumbled backwards. Still lost in her daze she mumbled an apology, forgetting she didn't need to apologize to anyone in her house. "Sorry... just thinking..."	Name: Olivia Bianchi Age: A lady never reveals her age. It’s poor manners. Gender: Female Personality: She is the leader of a Vampire family. She is everything you could imagine a Vampire leader would be. She is the strong silent type that prefers to watch, listen, analyze, and only speak when she has something to say. This my no means she is cold or harsh. She is actually quite loving and protective of all that live within her mansion. If there are problems within the family, she does her duty as a leader to solve them. The only time she becomes upset or angry is when people mess with her family. She tends to be materialistic and greedy. She has an obsession with staying wealthy. If you were to ask her for money, she would most likely say no. Unless your name happens to be Riya. Bio: After her parents (the women that turned her) died in a fight with lycans, Olivia became the head of the family Bianchi. She didn’t ask for this role, she even tried to run away from the expectations suddenly thrust upon her. But somehow she always found herself back with her family. Once she accepted her role as the leader, she moved her whole family from Italy to America where they have bounced from one location to the next. She decided on Denver because marijuana has recently become legal and the family is making a killing off selling it legally in Colorado. She spends her days sealed tightly away in her mansion, handling business behind closed doors and blackout curtains. At night, she frequents the many bars and clubs her family owns, often grabbing a late night snack from pretty girls or men. Special Power: Hypnosis. This only works on humans that are susceptible. Those with a closed guarded mind are not able to become hypnotized. Other: She has a weak spot for Riya. Since she can walk through the daylight without dying, Olivia often asks her to run errands for her. She also hates it that Riya flirts with everyone since she has a not-so-secret crush on her.
2,116	44	1	1,677	1,063	Leon was trailing through the halls, waiting for it to get dark. His thoughts had started to wander, which generally meant he started to wander, keeping his mind off of everything. Last he checked, it was almost dark enough for him to be able to leave. This is one thing he still despised, he hated being stuck inside during the day, or else he'd die. Something his family was very much against throughout time. He could only guess just how happy they were made when his suicide attempts started drifting off to a stop. He bared his teeth briefly, a low snarl drifting from him. He had to stop thinking about that. That was the point of wandering. To stop thinking. He let out a puff of air, little wisps of flame following through. And then he felt a body crash into his. Immediately a snarl escaped his mouth, his hand nearly instinctively grabbing onto the person, while the other drawing back to strike. Fire was beginning to swirl around his hand. Until he realized who was in his grasp. He lowered his hand before snorting," You need to watch where you are going Olivia."	Name: Sarah Smith Age: 20 (Is a new vampire) Gender: Female Personality/Bio: Sarah is definitely what one would call a strong woman. She is smart, pretty, and was physically strong even while she was human. While she was human, she was also what one would call an empath, someone who can take on other people's emotions as their own. She is dark, despite this, and anti-social. Sarah was caught one night by a street gang, where she managed to seriously wound a couple before she was shot and then stabbed. She was found by one of the Smith family and turned, and she woke, finding her empathic abilities wer heightened into hearing even the thoughts behind someone's emotions. For this reason she puts on music to drown out others. Special Power: She is a very powerful Empath. This means anything to do with emotions, she can do. She can manipulate emotions as well as "Feel" the particular thoughts causing an emotion in someone. However, there is a catch: She feels it very, VERY physically, sometimes causing pain in her. This happens especially if she is touched by two or more people at the same time. Other: Sarah, despite her anti-sociality, longs for a mate. She also has a tattoo of huge raven wings on her back, along with thorned vines running down her arms, each ending with a red rose on the tops of her hands.
2,117	44	2	2,271	25	Vermilla was doing currently doing work for the flower shop owner who was a sweet old women who has been very kind to her. She was doing an errand for the owner because her boss found out her Eidetic memory. She even helped the owner realize the shop was being scammed by repaying for items that was already paid for. She was to go the company that had given The flower shop many loans. She had finished organizing the money and paper work for the owner and found out they could pay off over half the debt. Vermilla had looked at the map at the shop and began to rush to do the errand. She was able to use short cuts to the building that she had learned after recalling the image on the map. She stood just outside a door to the building that seemed to be a drop off for money but needed to speak either the owner or someone high ranking. She didnt want the flower shop to have a bad name because of the companies that had been deceieving the flowershop owner. She went around and walked into the building. She could tell people were staring out her outfit it was very vibrant for a business setting. She walked over to a person at the front desk and ask "Um I need to speak to a uh Olivia...Oh my, Im sorry my boss only written the first name...but Im here to fix up and clarify what had been happening...Oh and to pay off half the debt she had built". Vermillia was nervous but kept her professional stance but had her normal childish looking smile on.	Name: Vermilla Winchester(haha supernatural reference) Age: 19 Gender: Female Personality: Outgoing, Optimistic, Charismatic, Active, and Caring Bio: Vermilla comes from a family of hunters. What she didnt know until recent is not just any hunters but Vampire hunters. No one in her family told her because from an early age they knew they would try and fight them. Vermilla cares for all kinds of life be cute snails to 'Monster'. Her family tried to tell Vermilla Vampires are monsters and Vermilla promptly reminded them because of a single person act doesnt mean they are all the same. When she saw her parents were so closed minded and saw only black and white she left. She currently works at multiple jobs. She currently working at a vet office(Secretary), flower shop(cashier), and a library(Library Assistant(ranges from stocking and cleaning type work)). She lives with a wealthy family friend in the area but is located in basement or attic depending on her hosts temper. The basement is preferred but when they are upset at everyone but her she sent to the attic which has no furniture and is very dirty. She could careless about that arrangement because as long as she doesnt have to listen to her family cruel thoughts on any being life that isnt human. Special Power: None supernatural power but is trained in gymnastic, self defense, multiple types of range weapons from guns to bows, and is known to have Eidetic memory. Other: Vermilla biggest fear is being hurt and has multiple walls up. She always seems outgoing and optimistic but with her family being cruel people and her now ex fiance cheating she hiding a very dark desire but her optimistic side has been keeping the dark desire from surfacing and that is why Vermilla has that wall. Its to prevent anyone from making her fall into her dark desire.
2,118	44	3	2,244	533	Riya looked up to the sky, seeing that it was starting to get darker, she was guessing that her family was ready to head out to do their own thing soon. She was lucky when she became a vampire, she was gifted with an ability that allowed her to traverse the harsh light of day, at times she felt like the other members of her family hated her for her gift, but knew it was more of envy than anything else. Because she wasn’t impeded by the harsh sunlight, she was often asked to run errands for Olivia during the day and that’s just one such thing she was returning from. “Well, that took longer than I thought it would, hopefully she’s not mad at me when I get back...” Riya spoke quietly to herself, soon a slight cocked grin appearing on her face, “...oh well, if she is, I can always appeal to her softer side of me.” She giggled to herself. She knew she could get away with a lot more than the others in her family, she didn’t really know why, perhaps it was because Olivia personally saved her or maybe it was the fact she could walk outside during the day and that was valuable to her, either way, she wasn’t complaining. Riya glanced over at some humans walking by, three women to be exact, her stomach growled as her senses took notice to the fresh blood circulating through their veins, her fangs extending a bit as she licked her lips. She shook her as she tried to stay focused, making herself late by grabbing a quick bite to probably wasn’t the best idea, she was late enough as it was and she didn’t need to work any harder to get out of the trouble that she was probably in. She soon made it home, checking the clock and saw that it was already past eight, Darn, that late already? Was supposed to be back an hour ago, oh well... she thought to herself as she let out a sigh. Upon entering the back of the house, she heard some commotion going on and couldn’t help but smirk, seemed like the house was always busy or there were disagreements going on, “Hey, I’m home!” Riya called out, heading to where she heard the voices.	Riya Bianchi Age: 45 Gender: Female Appearance Her frame is slim and athletic built, her long dark hair compliments her slim face, one that usually has a calm expression with a hint of seductiveness from her crimson red eyes. Usually her attire consists of a white sleeved shirt with a dark vest and a black leather jacket, blue skinny jeans with a belt hanging on her waist and brown boots. Unless she’s required to by her family, she rarely ever wear any kind of formal attire, feeling they don’t suit who she really is under them. Personality Kind and deviously playful would be the best way to describe Riya. She cares greatly for the new family she was brought into as well as being fiercely loyal to it, she’ll gladly give her life before she lets any harm come to her family. Something that may be surprising to her kind is when it comes to humans, specifically feeding off them, she tends to take into consideration how much blood she draws from them, being formally human herself, she sympathizes with what she used to be and will rarely ever kill a human through feeding. Her playful side was one she acquired when she was turned, generally she likes to toy with the prey she decides to target, revealing what she really is to them and then hunting them down when they flee in terror. When she’s home with her family, she likes to flirt with the others, though not serious, she enjoys how both the same and opposite sex squirm at her advances. Bio Riya’s life before she became a vampire wasn’t all the impressive nor interesting, she was above average when she was in high school and after she left school, she got a job working at a bank and an ordinary apartment. Having grown tired with how bland most of her life was and how she never really aspired for anything, she decided she’d go to school, get a degree and get a better paying job and home. Well that had been the plan at least, but unfortunately, she never got the opportunity to do so, one late night on her way back from work, she decided to cut through an alley to get home quicker and was grabbed by a man in the dark. Held at gunpoint she was robbed and then shot after some clouds parted and allowed the moonlight to shine in the alley, revealing the man’s face. As she laid there bleeding out, she couldn’t help but smile at the irony, she did nothing meaningful with her life and then when she was finally about to, she ended up getting killed. Riya was glad at first, thinking she would’ve just continued on with her meaningless life and death was probably better for her, but as she became weaker and got closer to death, the fear set in, she didn’t want to die, she wanted to live, she begged in her thoughts for someone to save her and as if her prayers had been answered, another figure came before her, this time a woman and granted Riya the powers of a vampire by drinking her blood and giving her own in return. She wasn’t used to her new powers at first, the enhanced abilities and pale complexion certainly scared her at first, plus the fact nothing could satisfy her hunger save for blood. Then the woman who saved her appeared at her home one night, explaining what Riya now was and offered her to join her family, with not many other options and still not fully understanding how her new powers worked, she accepted. Special Power - Sunlight Resistance Whilst she doesn’t have an actual ability, this passive power allows her to go outside during the day without needing any kind of protection from the sunlight that would no doubt easily cook others of her kind. Other She has a hell hound that she came across one night in a forest that had hunted down some people that were out camping, though it was unruly, she managed to tame it and is now a loyal companion that will do whatever she asks and protect her at all costs.
2,119	44	4	1,729	158	Maybe you should watch where you are going. This is my house after all... Olivia smirked at her brother. She knew she would most likely pay for the remark with another even more snarky remark, but she didn't care. She loved her brother, more than the others, more than... Her voice was like music. It drifted in through the back of the house and filled Olivia's dead body with warmth. "We're here." Olivia called over her shoulder never taking her eyes off of her brother. Once she had stared him down good and hard she glanced down at Sarah. "I do believe we are about to go feed. Would you care to join? I know you haven't quite adjusted to the life, but I promise it gets easier." She knelt down beside the girl and smiled. "You are part of my family now and it is my job to make sure you live. Just ask Hot-Head here. If you starve yourself then I won't be doing my job. We can find some blood bags for you if you prefer to not feed on humans." Olivia grabbed Leon by the hand to make sure he didn't leave. She liked his company when they went feeding. She felt safer with him. She held out her other hand for Sarah to take, all while waiting for Riya to find them.	Name: Olivia Bianchi Age: A lady never reveals her age. It’s poor manners. Gender: Female Personality: She is the leader of a Vampire family. She is everything you could imagine a Vampire leader would be. She is the strong silent type that prefers to watch, listen, analyze, and only speak when she has something to say. This my no means she is cold or harsh. She is actually quite loving and protective of all that live within her mansion. If there are problems within the family, she does her duty as a leader to solve them. The only time she becomes upset or angry is when people mess with her family. She tends to be materialistic and greedy. She has an obsession with staying wealthy. If you were to ask her for money, she would most likely say no. Unless your name happens to be Riya. Bio: After her parents (the women that turned her) died in a fight with lycans, Olivia became the head of the family Bianchi. She didn’t ask for this role, she even tried to run away from the expectations suddenly thrust upon her. But somehow she always found herself back with her family. Once she accepted her role as the leader, she moved her whole family from Italy to America where they have bounced from one location to the next. She decided on Denver because marijuana has recently become legal and the family is making a killing off selling it legally in Colorado. She spends her days sealed tightly away in her mansion, handling business behind closed doors and blackout curtains. At night, she frequents the many bars and clubs her family owns, often grabbing a late night snack from pretty girls or men. Special Power: Hypnosis. This only works on humans that are susceptible. Those with a closed guarded mind are not able to become hypnotized. Other: She has a weak spot for Riya. Since she can walk through the daylight without dying, Olivia often asks her to run errands for her. She also hates it that Riya flirts with everyone since she has a not-so-secret crush on her.
2,120	44	5	1,677	1,063	Sarah shook her head, her long black curls rippling like an ebony waterfall over her shoulders and down her back. She squeezed her unnaturally bright green eyes shut to convey her fear of tasting blood. "No." She said firmly. It wasn't that she didn't want to feed on humans. She was just afraid she'd like the taste too much and go into a frenzy. Even now she had a part of her that wanted to drain a human dry. Strange, she had only been turned two days ago and she was beginning to go insane already. There was a look of confliction on her lovely features and she shuddered for the umpteenth time that day. Her need began rising but she shoved it down.	Name: Sarah Smith Age: 20 (Is a new vampire) Gender: Female Personality/Bio: Sarah is definitely what one would call a strong woman. She is smart, pretty, and was physically strong even while she was human. While she was human, she was also what one would call an empath, someone who can take on other people's emotions as their own. She is dark, despite this, and anti-social. Sarah was caught one night by a street gang, where she managed to seriously wound a couple before she was shot and then stabbed. She was found by one of the Smith family and turned, and she woke, finding her empathic abilities wer heightened into hearing even the thoughts behind someone's emotions. For this reason she puts on music to drown out others. Special Power: She is a very powerful Empath. This means anything to do with emotions, she can do. She can manipulate emotions as well as "Feel" the particular thoughts causing an emotion in someone. However, there is a catch: She feels it very, VERY physically, sometimes causing pain in her. This happens especially if she is touched by two or more people at the same time. Other: Sarah, despite her anti-sociality, longs for a mate. She also has a tattoo of huge raven wings on her back, along with thorned vines running down her arms, each ending with a red rose on the tops of her hands.
2,121	44	6	1,729	158	Leon glowered at her, his lips pulling back over his teeth slightly. He grumbled, a growl mixing in with his words," oh yes, your house, because you can do anything you so desire in this house. Might as well walk around with your eyes closed and headphones in then." He then changed his gaze over to Sarah, a snarl now instead lacing his words. His voice even sounded deeper, as he was speaking from deeper in his chest," how about you don't tell me what to damn do and keep your nose in your own f*cking emotions!" He knew that was most likely a low blow, he knew she couldn't really control it. He simply didn't care. It angered him, even just making him extremely uncomfortable and tense, the fact that she could read his emotions. He didn't like the thought of people being able to know what he was feeling, Especially at his low points. He focused back on Olivia, meeting her state with one of equal ferocity and anger. However, a slight lift showed in his lips. Since he is one of the people that have known Olivia the longest, he could tell some things. And he had his suspicions about her feelings toward Rita. He watched Olivia interact with Sarah, scoffing under his breath. However, that scoff turned into a low snarl when she mentioned to ask him about it being her job to keep people alive. One way to quickly piss him off is to bring up that fact, one he has done his best to keep hidden from most others. His teeth bared and he continued with his low snarl," Don't you dare Olivia." He was about to turn and walk away, before he felt her hand grab his own. He quickly began warming up his hand, a clear warning to let go unless she desired to get burnt. He then once again focused on Sarah, his lips lifting in a sneer," you do know if you go without feeding you will lose control of yourself around a human, with or without blood." Something he knew all too well. Another tactic to ensure he stayed alive. He attempted to jerk his hand away from Olivia, if she wanted him to go feed with her then fine, but he wasn't fond of being held onto. Then, he caught the scent of a human, his nose flaring, teeth elongating as his excitement about the prospect of food grew. "Looks like we have a delivery"	Name: Olivia Bianchi Age: A lady never reveals her age. It’s poor manners. Gender: Female Personality: She is the leader of a Vampire family. She is everything you could imagine a Vampire leader would be. She is the strong silent type that prefers to watch, listen, analyze, and only speak when she has something to say. This my no means she is cold or harsh. She is actually quite loving and protective of all that live within her mansion. If there are problems within the family, she does her duty as a leader to solve them. The only time she becomes upset or angry is when people mess with her family. She tends to be materialistic and greedy. She has an obsession with staying wealthy. If you were to ask her for money, she would most likely say no. Unless your name happens to be Riya. Bio: After her parents (the women that turned her) died in a fight with lycans, Olivia became the head of the family Bianchi. She didn’t ask for this role, she even tried to run away from the expectations suddenly thrust upon her. But somehow she always found herself back with her family. Once she accepted her role as the leader, she moved her whole family from Italy to America where they have bounced from one location to the next. She decided on Denver because marijuana has recently become legal and the family is making a killing off selling it legally in Colorado. She spends her days sealed tightly away in her mansion, handling business behind closed doors and blackout curtains. At night, she frequents the many bars and clubs her family owns, often grabbing a late night snack from pretty girls or men. Special Power: Hypnosis. This only works on humans that are susceptible. Those with a closed guarded mind are not able to become hypnotized. Other: She has a weak spot for Riya. Since she can walk through the daylight without dying, Olivia often asks her to run errands for her. She also hates it that Riya flirts with everyone since she has a not-so-secret crush on her.
2,122	44	7	2,244	533	Riya heard Olivia’s call and made her way over to the three of them, a small smirk hitting her face, “Well I see things here are as lively as ever,” she interjected, noticing some small hostility in the room, mostly from Leon. “I took care of those documents you needed to send, looks like the buyout for the bar will go through, though it seems like you have enough already, but I guess it really isn’t my place to say, oh and sorry about being late, I thought I’d get out of there a lot sooner, but I guess not,” She let out a slight chuckle. “I see you’re in a pleasant mood as always, Leon.” Riya said as she directed her attention to him, “come on, can’t you smile, for me? I promise if you do I’ll give you a nice reward,” she added, staring at him with lustful eyes as she brought her face close to his, her lips hovering mere inches from his, she wasn’t serious about it, but she always having with her family by flirting with them, something that Riya sometimes felt Olivia didn’t like, at least when it was directed at anyone other than her. Soon her faithful companion approached up behind her, a dog looking creature that was made up of bone and crimson fur, “Well hey there Ambient, I missed you too boy, have you been behaving?” Riya asked as it responded happily with a bark. She looked over to Sarah, one of their newer members who Olivia was trying to get to come with them but was refusing; looking back to her hell hound, she scratched behind his ear, “Tell ya what, I’ll give you a nice steak when we get back, would you like that?” Once more her companion barked excitedly before being gently calmed down by Riya. She then moved over to where Sarah was sitting, “You should come with us, we’re all going to have a good time, plus if there’s anything you’re worried about, we’ll have your back, I get that it’s scary at first, but you soon find it quite enjoyable, plus if you come with us, I can reward you,” Riya gave her flirtatious wink.	Riya Bianchi Age: 45 Gender: Female Appearance Her frame is slim and athletic built, her long dark hair compliments her slim face, one that usually has a calm expression with a hint of seductiveness from her crimson red eyes. Usually her attire consists of a white sleeved shirt with a dark vest and a black leather jacket, blue skinny jeans with a belt hanging on her waist and brown boots. Unless she’s required to by her family, she rarely ever wear any kind of formal attire, feeling they don’t suit who she really is under them. Personality Kind and deviously playful would be the best way to describe Riya. She cares greatly for the new family she was brought into as well as being fiercely loyal to it, she’ll gladly give her life before she lets any harm come to her family. Something that may be surprising to her kind is when it comes to humans, specifically feeding off them, she tends to take into consideration how much blood she draws from them, being formally human herself, she sympathizes with what she used to be and will rarely ever kill a human through feeding. Her playful side was one she acquired when she was turned, generally she likes to toy with the prey she decides to target, revealing what she really is to them and then hunting them down when they flee in terror. When she’s home with her family, she likes to flirt with the others, though not serious, she enjoys how both the same and opposite sex squirm at her advances. Bio Riya’s life before she became a vampire wasn’t all the impressive nor interesting, she was above average when she was in high school and after she left school, she got a job working at a bank and an ordinary apartment. Having grown tired with how bland most of her life was and how she never really aspired for anything, she decided she’d go to school, get a degree and get a better paying job and home. Well that had been the plan at least, but unfortunately, she never got the opportunity to do so, one late night on her way back from work, she decided to cut through an alley to get home quicker and was grabbed by a man in the dark. Held at gunpoint she was robbed and then shot after some clouds parted and allowed the moonlight to shine in the alley, revealing the man’s face. As she laid there bleeding out, she couldn’t help but smile at the irony, she did nothing meaningful with her life and then when she was finally about to, she ended up getting killed. Riya was glad at first, thinking she would’ve just continued on with her meaningless life and death was probably better for her, but as she became weaker and got closer to death, the fear set in, she didn’t want to die, she wanted to live, she begged in her thoughts for someone to save her and as if her prayers had been answered, another figure came before her, this time a woman and granted Riya the powers of a vampire by drinking her blood and giving her own in return. She wasn’t used to her new powers at first, the enhanced abilities and pale complexion certainly scared her at first, plus the fact nothing could satisfy her hunger save for blood. Then the woman who saved her appeared at her home one night, explaining what Riya now was and offered her to join her family, with not many other options and still not fully understanding how her new powers worked, she accepted. Special Power - Sunlight Resistance Whilst she doesn’t have an actual ability, this passive power allows her to go outside during the day without needing any kind of protection from the sunlight that would no doubt easily cook others of her kind. Other She has a hell hound that she came across one night in a forest that had hunted down some people that were out camping, though it was unruly, she managed to tame it and is now a loyal companion that will do whatever she asks and protect her at all costs.
2,123	44	8	1,677	1,063	Sarah's eye twitched hearing Leon's quip. She rolled her eyes a little. She had the urge to calm his butt down but she resisted, knowing he may just attack her. Then Riya joined in trying to get her to feed. She winced a little feeling the dog's excitement. She was being bombarded by so many emotions right now, it was giving her a headache. She sighed. "Fine. But if I'm about to kill anyone, stop me...in whatever way is needed."	Name: Sarah Smith Age: 20 (Is a new vampire) Gender: Female Personality/Bio: Sarah is definitely what one would call a strong woman. She is smart, pretty, and was physically strong even while she was human. While she was human, she was also what one would call an empath, someone who can take on other people's emotions as their own. She is dark, despite this, and anti-social. Sarah was caught one night by a street gang, where she managed to seriously wound a couple before she was shot and then stabbed. She was found by one of the Smith family and turned, and she woke, finding her empathic abilities wer heightened into hearing even the thoughts behind someone's emotions. For this reason she puts on music to drown out others. Special Power: She is a very powerful Empath. This means anything to do with emotions, she can do. She can manipulate emotions as well as "Feel" the particular thoughts causing an emotion in someone. However, there is a catch: She feels it very, VERY physically, sometimes causing pain in her. This happens especially if she is touched by two or more people at the same time. Other: Sarah, despite her anti-sociality, longs for a mate. She also has a tattoo of huge raven wings on her back, along with thorned vines running down her arms, each ending with a red rose on the tops of her hands.
2,124	44	9	1,085	511	BGM "H-help!" The mousy squeal of a distressed woman rang out through the dark and vacant alleyway deep within the city. Night coated the streets in darkness, leaving sparse light scattered about in the form of traffic signals and lamp posts. A subtle chill lingered on the air, carried on a weak breeze along with articles of paper and debris. "Please help me! Someone!" The voice called out again, accompanied closely by a repetitive clacking of heels against concrete. Out from around a corner dashed a young woman in a promiscuous red dress and high heels. She desperately tried to keep her balance as she moved through the alley as quick as her heels could carry her. A dark form rushed across her trail, passing from shadow to shadow as it grew closer to the woman. She looked over her shoulder briefly but saw nothing. Frightened and ragged breaths escaped her lungs as her stamina wore down. Just ahead, she could see a car pass by. A main street was not too far ahead, and possibly someone who could help her. A fur and leather jacket dropped off her shoulders along with her purse as she scrambled forward. "Where do you think you're running off to?" In the blink of an eye, the fleeing woman found herself thrust against a brick wall, colliding against it with a thud and then sliding to the ground. She tried to call again for help but only managed a panicked whimper as her eyes rose to meet her assailant. A tall, pale skinned man in ragged leather clothing and biker chains stared down at the girl with ravenous eyes. Saliva leaked from the corner of his fang filled maw as he leaned in with a toothy grin. "C'mon bitch I paid good money for you. How 'bout a suck?" Letting out a malicious chuckle, the man lifted his clawed hand. A spray of crimson spattered against the auburn of the brick wall, followed by an ear piercing shriek. The woman's eyes were wide as she gazed up horrified, her face painted in blood. A very faint beating sound thumped deeply before her. Uncontrollable shaking wracked her body as she stared at a bleeding, beating heart, something she had only ever seen in biology books and horror movies, gripped tightly in a bloodied hand inches from her face. "W..w-what..i-is...." Flesh split away from the organ, spurting blood as it began beating rapidly. An agony riddled death knell roared out of the pale skinned man as he reached at his open chest cavity, desperately motioning towards his own heart as he watched it slowly crushed until it finally popped into ribbons of meat and viscera, cascading to the ground into a pile at the woman's feet. Ashes exploded into the alley as the man disinterested into a cloud of dust, leaving a heap of dirty clothing on the ground. Unable to believe what she had just witnessed, the woman found herself frozen, staring down at the pile of ashes and clothing until a hand reached down toward her. "Fear not lass. The mean ol' man is gone. I'll take care o' ya." Still shaken up, the woman hesitantly shifted her focus up to meet with a rugged visage with deep yellow eyes. Suddenly she felt the aching fear and worry slowly drain from her body, numbing away as she lost her self in the golden gaze. "O...okay..." She mumbled, weakly lifting her hand into his. His grip was firm and careful, but ice cold as the towering man whisked her up to her feet and into his arms. All inhibitions disappeared from the woman as the face of the one who embraced her neared. Her mind went blank and her body grew hot as she felt his breath run over her neck. A gentle kiss tickled her skin, sparking small giggle to escape her lips before it was quickly replaced with a feeble yelp. Her body tensed, pushing away weakly but the mans grip grew tighter. Stabbing pain shot through her body as she felt the skin on her neck tear. Darkness carried the woman into the next world as consciousness and life left the woman's body, her quiet whimpers fading into low gurgles and snapping bones as the man emptied her body of blood like a juice box. Severed limbs and chunks of bony flesh dropped into a shapeless heap on the pavement as the mangled corpse of what once was the woman was released from the mans grip. An expression of ecstasy spread across Kraven's crimson stained maw as he lethargically licked his bloodied fingers, slowly running his tongue up and down the length of his hand. "Ooooh poor poor lass. I haven't eaten all night..." Stumbling over the piles of ashes and flesh, Kraven drunkenly turned and lumbered down the alley, crushing the crumbling fanged skull of the one to come before him. "...That'll teach ya, bloody fuckin' stray. Step on family turf an' get dusted." The sound of spare far away traffic echoed through the now silent alley, accompanied by the steady yap of a distant dog, and the night went on.	Name: Leon Bianchi Age: He doesn't give a damn about his age anymore Gender: Male Leon is approximately 6'4, well built and heavily muscled. His eyes are very dark in color, with a red tint to them. The limbal ring, however, is a startling red color, vastly standing out against the nearly black eye. When talking, it seems like he has a nearly permanent sneer on his face. He is covered with a multitude of tattoos, one located on his left leg, a dragon, the tail beginning on his foot, before spiraling up his leg to where the head rests on his hip, fire surrounding the dragon and blazing out of its mouth. Another, located on his left arm, is this series of animals, containing a eagle, deer, wolf, owl, and coyote. this flame tattoo located on his right forearm. As well as froza written across his chest. Personality: Leon can simply be described as a hot head. He is angry, hard, and cold. This slightest thing can set him off, and it would be within nearly everyone's well being if they stayed out of his way during one of his fits of anger. For Leon, his anger is one that simply continues to build on with time instead of fading into a lack of care. Deep inside, he is a distraught man. His anger stems from his anger at himself, and he is tired of life. He still has not come to terms with many of the previous events in his life, despite the time that has passed since then. He pushes everyone away for fear of being hurt, leading to a largely solitary life when it would have been more useful to him to allow people in. There is one person however, someone who has become his older sister, who can understand him more then most. Olivia is one of the few people that can manage to calm him if she gets close enough, but in his fits of rage he does not notice who specific people are, and could still end up causing injury. His feedings are violent, aggressive, often letting his pent up anger out on his victim. There is one thing he would never do, he never leaves a person alive after feeding, believing that to be torturing them due to his past history. Bio: Leon, before being changed into a vampire, lived a rough life. He was abused, and ended up being dragged into a different vampire family where he was used repeatedly as a source of food. When he finally managed to escape, he fled for his life, trying to be free of the never ending cycle. He would finally feel back to normal from a feeding, and then in would come the next one. He was finally free. However, during the time of his freedom, depression and anger caught up with him. He continued to spiral down, before giving up on life. He attempted to kill himself. But, he was found by a man, who so happened to be a member of the Bianchi family. His life was saved, and he was turned into a vampire. Was he happy? No. In no way was he happy. The amount of times he had to be held back from attempting to end his life with a variety of methods, several times it being Olivia that stopped him. He was very prone to violent outbursts, often involving his new found power of controlling fire. He had always been a pyromaniac, enjoying watching fire and setting things a light. And that followed him into a vampire, but increasing with his ability to create and control the fire. Special Power: pyrokinesis Other: If he is found staring down at his forearms, where his tattoos are covering, leave him be, unless your character is Olivia, or your character wants a face full of fire. He has a pet dragon, Rudos, who he met many many years ago. Rudos is full sized, stretched out he is the length from his shoulder to his hand, but Rudos prefers to simply sit on Leon's shoulder, tail wrapped around the back of his neck and the draping down his front
2,125	44	10	387	977	The clack of heels against a marble floor echoed around the mansion, the source being none other than Teodora Bianchi. An elegant, lacey dress enveloped her form, highly contrasting with her sallow face and stringy brown hair. And, of course, her elongated fangs and flared nostrils, signaling to those around her that Teodora was ready for a hunt. She descended the staircase, searching for her sister, Olivia. And, fortunately, her searches succeeded just as she rounded upon her sister, her brother, Riya, and a vampire whom she didn't know crowded in one of the smaller hallways. Teodora let loose a loud yawn, a yawn that told those who hadn't yet noticed that the reclusive Bianchi had arrived. "Good night, Olivia. Leon. Riya." she greeted them in a raspy voice. "And what-" Teodora stepped closer to Sarah, her heels echoing along the hallway- "Have we here?" Teodora angled Sarah's head up with a nail to meet her eyes.	Teodora Bianchi Age: Stopped counting a long time ago Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Personality: - Paranoid - Ladylike - Charming - Stubborn - Snappish - Caring - Likes Children - Reclusive History: Teodora can't remember much of her life before she was turned- or, rather, she tries not to remember. She was turned when she was very young- seven or so. Ever since she can remember, Teodora has been content to stay behind whoever was the head of the family at the time. She had never had crazy ambitions anyways. Special Ability: Teodora is able to tell the future. There are multiple ways she can do this, including meditation and even violent prophetic dreams. Other: - Teodora has what humans like to call insomnia. She has trouble sleeping, leading to her sleep-deprived appearance. The only thing that can stave this off is sleeping pills. - She spends most of her time in her chambers, leading her to be rarely seen around the house. - Teodora enjoys reading, loving to browse through old compendiums and encyclopedias with quite a few fiction novels in between.
2,126	44	11	1,677	1,063	Sarah looked up at the newcomer, who did something Sarah did not expect. The woman touched her face. The recently turned vampire winced in pain as she was touched on bare skin, amplifying the woman's emotions a hundredfold. "Sarah Smith....." She said, voice laced with pain. "Please let me go..." she whispered. She didn't like being touched usually. Her breath began coming shallowly, then once she was released, her breath came easier.	Name: Sarah Smith Age: 20 (Is a new vampire) Gender: Female Personality/Bio: Sarah is definitely what one would call a strong woman. She is smart, pretty, and was physically strong even while she was human. While she was human, she was also what one would call an empath, someone who can take on other people's emotions as their own. She is dark, despite this, and anti-social. Sarah was caught one night by a street gang, where she managed to seriously wound a couple before she was shot and then stabbed. She was found by one of the Smith family and turned, and she woke, finding her empathic abilities wer heightened into hearing even the thoughts behind someone's emotions. For this reason she puts on music to drown out others. Special Power: She is a very powerful Empath. This means anything to do with emotions, she can do. She can manipulate emotions as well as "Feel" the particular thoughts causing an emotion in someone. However, there is a catch: She feels it very, VERY physically, sometimes causing pain in her. This happens especially if she is touched by two or more people at the same time. Other: Sarah, despite her anti-sociality, longs for a mate. She also has a tattoo of huge raven wings on her back, along with thorned vines running down her arms, each ending with a red rose on the tops of her hands.
2,127	44	12	1,228	2,368	Klaus The woman had made herself out to be all too human. What started as bait--a fruity drink and a wink from across the bar--had grown into an actual connection. An experience. They had retreated from the bar to sit at a table, Klaus leaning in to listen to her words, not her heartbeat: she wasn't single, but she needed time away from the boyfriend. She was a construction worker and took dance lessons. The allure was much more than that, however, and Klaus was drawn to more than these things that reminded him of someone from long ago. The woman was refreshingly witty, and she was turned off to his flirting. By the end of the early evening, he was simply listening. At least, until the drinks weren't satisfying his thirst any longer. His lips tightened and his dark eyes flickered away as he cut her off. "Love, I need to go." Klaus tilted his head back, downing the rest of the alcohol that barely worked. Her own gaze filled with confusion. "What is it? I thought we...were having fun," she said carefully, suddenly insecure. "Too much fun," he agreed as he stood. He watched her watching him, however, and the exhaustion grew to his face. He leaned over to kiss her, but she returned it, her lips far more hard and passionate. Suddenly her heartbeat was ringing in his ears, and he abruptly pulled away. They watched each other for a moment, and he smacked his lips, looking away. "I'm sorry." He said no more and left the bar. Outside, Klaus drew in a long breath of fresh air. He had delayed on feeding to talk to some woman who tasted like cigarettes. "Idiot," he muttered to himself. A couple suddenly eyed him as they walked by, heels clicking on the pavement. He grinned until they turned to each other to exchange perplexed glances, and he rolled his eyes. He stood there, debating his next move for the night when a light breeze carried the scent to him: blood. Immediately his head turned in the direction it came from, eyes seeming to glint red under the streetlight. He glanced around once, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves, and then sauntered off after the aroma. Crack! What he didn't quite recognize as the squashing of a skull had Klaus pause in his walk. Eyes narrowed, he peered at the entrance of the alley, quiet as he listened. "That'll teach ya, bloody fuckin' stray. Step on family turf an' get dusted." Realization flickered across his narrow face, and he took that as his cue to leave. Klaus was almost sure he recognized the voice as a Binachi or Smith, but he had been in and out of the family's hospitality so often over the last several centuries that he wasn't confident he'd be well greeted by a younger one. So, quietly, he stepped back. Sure, he was hungry, but it was apparent the blood was already claimed. So the older vampire relented and was content with finding a meal for himself. After one more step back, he turned on his heel-- And the woman from the bar bumped into him and fell back onto the pavement. "Ow, hey, Klaus," she greeted quickly. "Look, I don't know what I said back there, but--" Klaus knelt to quickly help her up, spinning her around and pushing her forward as he walked, interrupting her with a spew of cliches. "I'm not looking for a relationship right now, love. It's not you, it's me. I prefer men. And right now, you should go home." He glanced back as she shook him off, bristled, and she opened her mouth to snap at him.	Klaus \| 2k \| Male Appearance: Klaus is tall and lean at 6', was turned in his late twenties, and almost looks like a man out of a perfume commercial: his high cheekbones, long eyelashes, and defined jawline makes him a perfect predator. He prefers to wear clothes that are in style, common, and fashionable to blend in with human society. His dark brown hair is usually lazily slicked back and accompanied by a thin, trimmed layer of hair along his jawline, chin, and upper lip. Unless you're waking up beside him, it's rare to see his shaggy mane disheveled and facial hair untrimmed. He has a pale and narrow face, complimented by a long and defined nose. His eyes are a dark brown, as well, though they occasionally seem to be almost red. When the vampire talks or laughs, it's not difficult to get a glimpse of his pointed fangs. Personality: Klaus comes off as very laid back and easy going, maybe even a little smug, but formal. He can be very charismatic and flirtatious, as well (his flirting can be rather goofy, making an especially friendly first impression). That said, he has a darker and more serious that comes out when he feels vulnerable or angry. Underneath the immediate exterior, he can be rather sadistic and cruel. If he catches you alone and doesn’t think any repercussions will come of it, he’ll be rather antagonizing. He believes he hasn't lived so long by being nice and he has done plenty of bad things. However, Klaus has many layers: at his core he's surprisingly romantic and idealistic. He appreciates faithfulness and is even loyal to his breed in general despite his general dislike of other vampires. He finds it difficult to trust others, but can and will open up about himself and his history if you earn his trust. Bio: Born in Athens, Greece just before Rome conquered the territory, Klaus was taken as a child slave. Orphaned, there wasn't many other options for him. His life as a slave was relatively decent, and he grew loyal and friendly to the boy who would grow to be his master. The bond between them was more comparable to friendship than it was slave and master, though the power dynamic became more and more obvious with age. Still, Klaus remained loyal if subdued. Besides, despite growing tall and big compared to others during the time period, he was given the cushy slave life: most of his chores involved cooking. He was even allowed to take a job to work to buy his freedom if he chose, but he was complacent. When the master grew old enough to marry, however, Klaus became enamored with the wife. She was full of life and strength and she was never afraid to remind you of it. Still, he kept his distance—he knew better: not only was he a slave and she a free woman, she was married to his master and friend. Despite this, the woman seemed drawn to Klaus, as well. Like many Romans, she was fascinated with Greek culture and the Greeks themselves, and he was far quieter and much more thoughtful than her husband. At first he would shy away from her advances, but he eventually warmed up to her and the two seemed to be in love. An affair continued behind the master’s back. One night, the master walked in on the lovers. Rather than take responsibility for the affair, the woman insisted that Klaus had forced himself upon her and he had little choice but to flee. The master was persistent, however, and was on his heels with city guards as the slave ran away. It wasn’t long before he was cornered, though he didn’t have a chance to defend himself—the men and master were slain by a single figure. Klaus thought he was safe until the killer turned on him. Unlike the other men, though, he awoke from death as a vampire. Despite saving his life, his sire was less than kind: Klaus was treated as a source of blood for his sire and was sexually abused. This kept him weak, and he was unable to venture out on his own for a long time. It was only when he was allowed to leave that he did, about twenty five years since his rebirth. By this point in his life, Klaus had come to detest slavery for obvious reasons. The circumstances of his turning has made him relatively weak for a vampire; vampires his age--and even younger--have been able to best him since and he is still very aware of his weakness. Klaus continued through life on his own. He dodged other vampires out of fear and he definitely did his best to avoid getting tangled up with slayers throughout the centuries. Though one night, he came across the beginnings of the Binachi family. They were careful, of course, but far kinder than other vampires Klaus had had the displeasure of knowing. He had been fleeing from old hunters and he was well aware of his weakness compared to others so he asked for refuge. They accepted, but he remained anxious around other vampires, so he did not join the family formally. However, he has grown to appreciate them and checks in on the Binachi-Smiths whenever he's around. He's in Colorado for Olivia, and seeks to help her with the threat to her family. While he does intend to maintain his independence, he can't help but enjoy the company. Power: None, actually, and a fact he keeps to himself. Despite being such an old vampire, Klaus is relatively weak due to the life he had after being turned. Even his enhanced speed, strength, and senses are dull compared to Olivia's. Other: - Klaus has turned only two others into vampires throughout his long life. - He's bisexual and ambidextrous. - He poses among humans as a traveling artist. - He enjoys art, piano, billards/pool, language, and travel
2,128	44	13	2,614	1,889	Maple, wake up! It's already getting dark out! The familiar voice of Jasmine roused Maple from her sleep. The girl yawned as she sat up, looking at the clock on her nightstand as a hand went to caress the amulet she wore around her neck. 8 pm already, and of course she'd slept the whole day away. "Damn. I know the sunlight would kill me if I went outside, but constantly being awake only when it's dark out is getting kinda depressing." She spoke seriously as she pulled herself out of bed, dressing in a simple red t-shirt and ripped jeans before beginning to search for her favorite jacket. "I think, I'm gonna try and stay up all day tonight. I miss the view of the garden in the light." "I honestly think the moonlight suits those poor flowers better." Jasmine's voice was quiet, but her proximity to Maple always gave her away. Maple found her jacket, thrown callously behind the door after the last time she'd worn it. The soft black fabric hung loosely off her frame as she fastened the zipper, glancing in mirror as she did before deciding to brush out her tangled excuse for hair. "Of course you like the moonlight better. You always did like the night-life." "So did you." "Ha. Never really had a choice there. Li-Ren, Kyle, where are you?" As she put her hairbrush down and tied back her hair in a loose ponytail, an old stuffed rabbit and a knife, still in its sheath, appeared behind her, floating in midair. The vampire turned to face them, smiling as she did. "Good evening boys. Ready to go hunting?" "No." Kyle, the rabbit, said. "Do I have a choice?" The dagger Li-Ren spoke next. Maple's smile only grew. "You know you don't Li. And, Hunny, you haven't actually come with me on a hunt in ages." "I know. You keep leaving me here for boring guard duty. I'm not mentally prepared yet for the agonizing amount of nothing I'm subjected to whenever you decide to go bleed some poor sap dry." Before Maple could respond, he interrupted her. "and please, DON'T call me Hunny. You and I both know you grew out of that centuries ago." "Uh-Huh. Sure. So you wanna come with me this time? I thought you hated the sight." She heard the rabbit groan before he nodded at her, moving to float at her side a second later. "Alright then." She grabbed Li-Ren out of the air and fastened the dagger to her belt before leaving her room. She walked down the hall until she came to the main staircase, then she slid down the banister to land, not at all gracefully, on the floor below. She spun in a small circle as she regained her balance, and smiled at the people she now noticed were there. "Good evening everybody. Are we ready to go out?" "Hello Olivia, Leon, Teodora, Riya, and... Sarah, was it? Apparently, it's a wonderful night for a hunt." Kyle greeted each of them, the stuffed rabbit bobbing up and down in the air as he did. Whether any of them noticed the mocking tone in his voice or not, Maple sure did, and she quickly reached out to grab the rabbit before anyone else could. She protectively brought him to her chest in a hug, so similar to how she would hold him as a child. She couldn't have any of her family members tearing him to pieces now, not when he'd survived so long with her. "Don't mind the ghost, he's a little chatty tonight."	Name: Maple Bianchi Age: 138 (Appears to be 19-20) Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: In a few words: Kind, secretive, observant, playful, joyful, and confident. She's normally a quiet girl, but not really shy. She's always got a smile on her face, either because she's usually able to find something to be happy about, or for other's sakes. She may not be brave enough to run head-on into danger, or even sure that she'll make it through whatever obstacles she comes across, but she has confidence that in the end everything will turn out alright. She often keeps her thoughts to herself unless she's trying to cheer someone up. She has a tendency to be rude or violent when she feels even slightly threatened, often starting fights and causing herself to make a few enemies. Bio: Maple was orphaned at a young age along with her older brother. The city they lived in was harsh, an almost impossible place for even the toughest of adults to live in. A year passed before the two met a Vampire of the Bianchi family, who took a passing interest in the children. He helped them in small ways whenever he saw them, and as time went on he began to consider turning them, and raising them as his own. At the time he had doubts of if he should or not, his family may not have approved and tried to kill the children if they found out. He dallied for months, each day knowing that if he didn't act the two could die anyway, and then he'd have no chance at helping them. What finally pushed him to decide was just what he feared. A sickness spread throughout the land, and the boy fell ill and died shortly after. Maple never left his side even after he passed on, and was just starting to show signs of the illness when the vampire found her. She was hesitant to go with the man, though she liked him well enough, she was also frightened of this man she'd only ever seen at night. She eventually gave in to his request to come with him however, as she realized that her brother was not going to wake up again. The vampire, now her father, took her to an inn, where he waited until she fell asleep to turn her. She was brought to meet the family in three days time, after her father was sure that she was healthy enough, and fully a vampire. She was met with mixed feelings from the family members, but her father protected her from any harsh thought or action against her. She came to care about each member of the family as she grew, and in time she felt she was accepted more and more as a family member herself. Almost a decade later, her father died protecting her from a Vampire hunter, who she hunted down herself in revenge. Special Power: SOUL MANIPULATION - Maple can trap the souls of those she's killed into any nearby object, forcing them to fight for her. The items they are trapped in are able to move of their own control, unless she commands them to do something else. They are incapable of allowing any harm to come to her without attempting to stop it. Most of the ones she's made have been destroyed, she only has 3 at the moment. At one point she had 17 Trapped Souls under her command, an army of knick-knacks and things. Other: Enjoys all things about nature, especially thunderstorms. She will often stand outside in the rain, just watching the beauty of lightning flashing across the sky. Her worst fear is that no matter how long she lives, she'll never find anyone she loves as much as she loved her brother before she was turned. Kyle Farr (Hunny) Farr was once a vampire hunter who had the sad misfortune of running into Maple and her father only a few months after she'd been turned. She caused his death, whether from wounding him or from drinking him dry the two have yet to find out. As he died, her power came to light, and the hunter's soul became trapped within her beloved stuffed rabbit, Honey. The two are friendly to each other now, in fact Kyle's knowledge of Hunter tactics and his newfound inability to allow his master to come to harm in any way has saved her life many times. Li-Ren (Blade) hunter that killed her father, Li-Ren was mercilessly hunted by Maple for almost a decade before he finally died by her hand. She placed his soul into the very dagger that struck him down, as her final justice. Li-Ren has served her well in all battles since then. Jasmine (Amulet) strange case. Jasmine was a human that Maple had become friends with. They spent years together, until Jasmine found out that Maple was a vampire, and in fleeing from her found her death by falling into the river. She couldn't swim. Maple pulled her out of the water only a few minutes before her heart stopped. In an effort to keep her friend with her, to explain and perhaps give the girl a second chance at life, Maple had tried to turn her friend, but failed as her heart gave out too quickly. Jasmine haunted her for almost a year before Maple caught her wandering soul, tying Jasmine to an amulet her father had given her. Jasmine is constantly with Maple, and as she is imprisoned within an object not very well-suited for moving around and doing things, she has an ability that the others do not. If the locket is opened, she can surround Maple with a shield made of shadows. This stops most projectiles, and sunlight from reaching Maple, but can only be used for a short time.
2,129	44	14	326	2,282	Shadow roamed the empyt halls, his cloak-trails brushing across the floor. He passed the occasional window with blackout curtains shunting the light from outside. He was looking for someone or something to occupy his time as he waited for someone to have need of him. He knew that they would be going on a hunt tonight and shadow had half the mind to join them. Shadow start walking around the winding halls and passing rooms till he made it to the main stair case. Adressing olivia mainly he asked "mind if I join you tonight?" he leaned against the railing of the stair case.	Wrong thread
2,130	44	15	1,729	158	Olivia sighed and let go of Leon's hand as she felt it heat up. She glared at him warning him not to leave. She had intentionally antagonize him a bit. She needed him to be a little ruthless tonight if she was going to find answers about Daniel and the others. "Leon, I will need you to stay by my side tonight. I have another purpose other than hunting for going out." Olivia never kept her eyes off of the new comer. At the approach of Riya, Olivia felt the blood pump faster to her heart. She tried to calm herself, knowing the others would be able to hear and Sarah would most likely be able to feel the shift in her emotions. Olivia's violets eyes rolled to the side as Ryia flirted with the other two vampires and she could not stop the twinge of jealousy that was pulsing through her body. "Riya... here." Olivia handed her a card with a name and address on it. "Take Sarah to this address. She is a blood donor and a good friend of the family who has kept our secret for many years. It will be good for Sarah to feed off someone that will feel pleasure while being fed on instead of fear. Make sure you both take an equal share and, as Sarah said, if she seems like she is about to attack or is unable to stop, keep that from happening at any cost." Olivia shot Sarah a sympathetic smile before turning to the sound of her younger sister approaching them. "Sister. How many times have I told you not to touch the new ones? This one can feel every emotion in the hallway-" She was cut off by the appearance of Maple and the family pet, Shadow. "Maple and friends" She smiled and nodded at Maple, acknowledging her and her trinkets. Then she turned to Shadow. "Actually yes. I will need your assistance tonight. I will explain after we leave." She turned back to Maple, "Be a dear and go find us a booth at The Bloody Sunday. If you happen to see Soma or Kraven on the way, will you tell them I am looking for them and need them to wait at the club? Feel free to eat while you wait. Sister, please go with her, I'm sure between the two of you, you can find some lovely snacks." Finally she turned to Leon again, "Leon, come with me. We will handle the human first then head out. Shadow, do a preimitar check and make sure no one suspicious is lurking around the mansion grounds." With her final orders she raced down the stairs without waiting to see if everyone would follow her instructions. She knew they would if they wanted to continue to be under the protection of the Family. She entered the room where her human receptionist was speaking with another girl. She was young and dressed in bright colors. Olivia felt her stomach rumble as the smell of the girl's sweet blood wafted towards her. She also smelled of flowers. This must be the new girl that old woman from the flower shop hired. She's cute. But timid.... I could easily... Olivia shook her head, knowing it was only the hunger talking. As Olivia walked by the human at the desk, she could see two red marks on the girls neck where one of her family had fed off of her. Again, Olivia rolled her eyes. She would have to speak with her family again about feeding on staff. "Hello. My name is Olivia Bianchi. But you can call me Olivia. What can I do for you?" She smiled, but she wanted to end this business quickly. She was hungry and needed to feed. She glanced around the room at the other Vampires. They were all staring at the girl. Some with lust, others with hunger. "Please, clear the room. This young lady and I have business to attend to." She heard the grumbles and snarls as they were forced to leave. Olivia turned her attention back to the young girl that smelled of sweet blood and flowers, waiting for her response.	Name: Olivia Bianchi Age: A lady never reveals her age. It’s poor manners. Gender: Female Personality: She is the leader of a Vampire family. She is everything you could imagine a Vampire leader would be. She is the strong silent type that prefers to watch, listen, analyze, and only speak when she has something to say. This my no means she is cold or harsh. She is actually quite loving and protective of all that live within her mansion. If there are problems within the family, she does her duty as a leader to solve them. The only time she becomes upset or angry is when people mess with her family. She tends to be materialistic and greedy. She has an obsession with staying wealthy. If you were to ask her for money, she would most likely say no. Unless your name happens to be Riya. Bio: After her parents (the women that turned her) died in a fight with lycans, Olivia became the head of the family Bianchi. She didn’t ask for this role, she even tried to run away from the expectations suddenly thrust upon her. But somehow she always found herself back with her family. Once she accepted her role as the leader, she moved her whole family from Italy to America where they have bounced from one location to the next. She decided on Denver because marijuana has recently become legal and the family is making a killing off selling it legally in Colorado. She spends her days sealed tightly away in her mansion, handling business behind closed doors and blackout curtains. At night, she frequents the many bars and clubs her family owns, often grabbing a late night snack from pretty girls or men. Special Power: Hypnosis. This only works on humans that are susceptible. Those with a closed guarded mind are not able to become hypnotized. Other: She has a weak spot for Riya. Since she can walk through the daylight without dying, Olivia often asks her to run errands for her. She also hates it that Riya flirts with everyone since she has a not-so-secret crush on her.
2,131	44	16	326	2,282	Leon matched Olivia's glare, shoving his hands into his pockets. His nose flared briefly at the mention of another purpose. He simply hoped it would be something exciting. He despised getting dragged along to her boring little meetings, often times involving humans that he wasn't allowed to touch. Very frustrating for him to deal with. He focused his gaze on Riya, his nose crinkling in dislike as she told him to smile more. His lips pulled back as she approached, removing one of his hands and placing it on her shoulder before nudging her back away from him. He then spoke, his voice hard," and how about you not flirt with every single thing that moves." He watched her interact with her dog, gazing around the hallway. He was anxious to leave, he was tired of interacting and just wanted to be able to fill himself. He lightly ran his tongue over the back of his fangs, keeping his lips closed. He could feel then begin to ache, quickly becoming a constant obnoxious reminder of his desire to eat. His gaze was once again brought to Sarah and Riya, another discussion beginning about her joining us to eat. He let out a mild growl of distaste as Sarah requested to be stopped from killing a human. He kept his mouth shut, however, knowing the amount of vampires that believed it cruel to kill the humans. But to him, he believed it torture, even if the human was consenting, much like the blood donor that Olivia just gave to the two. He shook his head briefly, before acknowledging Theodora with a nod. One of the few people he somewhat got along with, despite it being simply because she would keep to herself. However, a slight snicker still escaped him, caused as Theodora got in minor trouble from touching the new girl. He got a slightly distracted facial expression, wondering where Rudos had gone to. He ignored the arrival Maple, not wanting to be bothered by the annoying trinkets that followed her. He then let out a low whistle, and quickly the flapping of wings could be heard before the little dragon sped through the hallways, finding his spot quickly on Leon's shoulder. He was only half listening to Olivia's instructions, reaching up to run his fingers over Rudos's neck and back. However, he was once again instructed to follow, a huff and slight snarl escaping him. He despised being ordered around, but that was the life of living under Olivia's house. He grabbed the edges of his jacket, spreading them apart to where Rudos scrambled off of his shoulder, climbing down then under the jacket before moving back to his back, out of sight except for the odd slight bulge under the jacket. With that, he sped after Olivia, slowing before coming into sight of the human that decided to enter their house. He stalked forward, stopping by the receptionist desk and leaning against it. Everything about this female assaulted his senses. Her smell, the sound of her blood rushing through her veins. He forced his mouth to remain closed, the ache intensifying as he fangs once again elongated. Attempting to distract himself, he instead focused on the receptionist. The amount of times he got into trouble for killing one of the human staff. He wished Olivia would send him on the errand of finding the vampire that drank from the receptionist, he got too much enjoyment out of handling those vampires, taking out his anger on them. He turned his gaze back to the new human, taping his fingers on the counter, his hungry gaze appearing to dig into the human. The breath he drew in was shaky, and he was certain that Olivia would know exactly what he was wishing to do. He, however, remained in the room, following the instructions and multiple looks given to him to stay with her.	Wrong thread
2,132	44	17	2,271	25	Vermilla turned when she noticed movement to her right. She gave an excited smile as she learned that the movement was Olivia. "Pleasure to meet you Olivia, Im Vermilla...Oh yes!" Vermilla said happily and began to dig into the folders she had put together for the meeting. "Today my employer knocked over her stake of paper work, which I moved to help and noticed they were bills and money type items" as she explained her face grew a soft red and continued "And I noticed something odd while stacking the papers". She shifted slightly knowing some people would have thought she was snooping, its the only down side to her of having an Eidetic memory. She took a deep breath and said "And with permission from my boss I looked into it and found out her suppliers had been ripping her off making her pay for supplies she had already paid for. As I organized the files which I recommend her and you to sue the supplier with the information I had gather and everything will get back on track". She snapped her fingers and pulled out an enveloped and said excitedly "And I found out she can pay off at least half her debt right now. I offered to do this little assignment for her because she a Lovely lady and her shop shouldnt have a bad title because of scammers". As she finished she jumped when she finally noticed another figure and said "Oh hello". She notice he seemed tense and ask "Oh are you okay". She looked down at herself and said "Is my outfit bothering you...You wouldnt be the first to get a headache from the brightness of the color". Vermilla gave the guy a warm smile and said "Ill be sure when or If I ever come back Ill wear more neutral tones". She was only allowed to wear her vibrant clothing when she worked at the flower shop or her rare day off.	Name: Vermilla Winchester(haha supernatural reference) Age: 19 Gender: Female Personality: Outgoing, Optimistic, Charismatic, Active, and Caring Bio: Vermilla comes from a family of hunters. What she didnt know until recent is not just any hunters but Vampire hunters. No one in her family told her because from an early age they knew they would try and fight them. Vermilla cares for all kinds of life be cute snails to 'Monster'. Her family tried to tell Vermilla Vampires are monsters and Vermilla promptly reminded them because of a single person act doesnt mean they are all the same. When she saw her parents were so closed minded and saw only black and white she left. She currently works at multiple jobs. She currently working at a vet office(Secretary), flower shop(cashier), and a library(Library Assistant(ranges from stocking and cleaning type work)). She lives with a wealthy family friend in the area but is located in basement or attic depending on her hosts temper. The basement is preferred but when they are upset at everyone but her she sent to the attic which has no furniture and is very dirty. She could careless about that arrangement because as long as she doesnt have to listen to her family cruel thoughts on any being life that isnt human. Special Power: None supernatural power but is trained in gymnastic, self defense, multiple types of range weapons from guns to bows, and is known to have Eidetic memory. Other: Vermilla biggest fear is being hurt and has multiple walls up. She always seems outgoing and optimistic but with her family being cruel people and her now ex fiance cheating she hiding a very dark desire but her optimistic side has been keeping the dark desire from surfacing and that is why Vermilla has that wall. Its to prevent anyone from making her fall into her dark desire.
2,133	44	18	2,614	1,889	Maple nodded as Olivia gave her directions, and waited until the elder vampire had walked off before turning to face Teodora. She never saw much of this woman, even being in the family for over 100 years now. As far as she knew, Teo liked her. At least she hoped she did. As everyone else walked off to do their own tasks, Maple released Kyle from her grasp and smiled at Teodora. "Would you, um, like to lead the way?" "Yes, please lead us oh mysterious vixen of the night." Maple was about to grab Kyle again, but he floated towards the door before she could. "Hunny, do you want to keep living?" "That depends on what you call 'living' dear girl." "Let me rephrase the question then. Do you want me to personally throw you in the fireplace?" "Thrown in the fire? Personally by you? What a treat indeed! That would be such an honor, m'lady." The rabbit bobbed in the air just out of her reach, bowing as he spoke the last few words. She felt more than heard the angry growl growing in her throat before Jasmine's hushed whisper reached her ears. "Let it go. He's not worth it right now.." The reminder caused Maple's anger at the rabbit to die out quickly, and she glanced nervously at Teodora. "Heh. Sorry, he's being a little bit of an ass tonight." No matter whatever Teo said next, as she and Maple left the house Maple pulled Kyle over to her and growled in the little stuffed rabbit's ear. "I think I'm starting to remember why I stopped bringing you along everywhere."	Name: Maple Bianchi Age: 138 (Appears to be 19-20) Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: In a few words: Kind, secretive, observant, playful, joyful, and confident. She's normally a quiet girl, but not really shy. She's always got a smile on her face, either because she's usually able to find something to be happy about, or for other's sakes. She may not be brave enough to run head-on into danger, or even sure that she'll make it through whatever obstacles she comes across, but she has confidence that in the end everything will turn out alright. She often keeps her thoughts to herself unless she's trying to cheer someone up. She has a tendency to be rude or violent when she feels even slightly threatened, often starting fights and causing herself to make a few enemies. Bio: Maple was orphaned at a young age along with her older brother. The city they lived in was harsh, an almost impossible place for even the toughest of adults to live in. A year passed before the two met a Vampire of the Bianchi family, who took a passing interest in the children. He helped them in small ways whenever he saw them, and as time went on he began to consider turning them, and raising them as his own. At the time he had doubts of if he should or not, his family may not have approved and tried to kill the children if they found out. He dallied for months, each day knowing that if he didn't act the two could die anyway, and then he'd have no chance at helping them. What finally pushed him to decide was just what he feared. A sickness spread throughout the land, and the boy fell ill and died shortly after. Maple never left his side even after he passed on, and was just starting to show signs of the illness when the vampire found her. She was hesitant to go with the man, though she liked him well enough, she was also frightened of this man she'd only ever seen at night. She eventually gave in to his request to come with him however, as she realized that her brother was not going to wake up again. The vampire, now her father, took her to an inn, where he waited until she fell asleep to turn her. She was brought to meet the family in three days time, after her father was sure that she was healthy enough, and fully a vampire. She was met with mixed feelings from the family members, but her father protected her from any harsh thought or action against her. She came to care about each member of the family as she grew, and in time she felt she was accepted more and more as a family member herself. Almost a decade later, her father died protecting her from a Vampire hunter, who she hunted down herself in revenge. Special Power: SOUL MANIPULATION - Maple can trap the souls of those she's killed into any nearby object, forcing them to fight for her. The items they are trapped in are able to move of their own control, unless she commands them to do something else. They are incapable of allowing any harm to come to her without attempting to stop it. Most of the ones she's made have been destroyed, she only has 3 at the moment. At one point she had 17 Trapped Souls under her command, an army of knick-knacks and things. Other: Enjoys all things about nature, especially thunderstorms. She will often stand outside in the rain, just watching the beauty of lightning flashing across the sky. Her worst fear is that no matter how long she lives, she'll never find anyone she loves as much as she loved her brother before she was turned. Kyle Farr (Hunny) Farr was once a vampire hunter who had the sad misfortune of running into Maple and her father only a few months after she'd been turned. She caused his death, whether from wounding him or from drinking him dry the two have yet to find out. As he died, her power came to light, and the hunter's soul became trapped within her beloved stuffed rabbit, Honey. The two are friendly to each other now, in fact Kyle's knowledge of Hunter tactics and his newfound inability to allow his master to come to harm in any way has saved her life many times. Li-Ren (Blade) hunter that killed her father, Li-Ren was mercilessly hunted by Maple for almost a decade before he finally died by her hand. She placed his soul into the very dagger that struck him down, as her final justice. Li-Ren has served her well in all battles since then. Jasmine (Amulet) strange case. Jasmine was a human that Maple had become friends with. They spent years together, until Jasmine found out that Maple was a vampire, and in fleeing from her found her death by falling into the river. She couldn't swim. Maple pulled her out of the water only a few minutes before her heart stopped. In an effort to keep her friend with her, to explain and perhaps give the girl a second chance at life, Maple had tried to turn her friend, but failed as her heart gave out too quickly. Jasmine haunted her for almost a year before Maple caught her wandering soul, tying Jasmine to an amulet her father had given her. Jasmine is constantly with Maple, and as she is imprisoned within an object not very well-suited for moving around and doing things, she has an ability that the others do not. If the locket is opened, she can surround Maple with a shield made of shadows. This stops most projectiles, and sunlight from reaching Maple, but can only be used for a short time.
2,134	44	19	387	977	Teodora released her hold on Sarah when Olivia scolded her, bowing her head. "I apologize, Olivia. I will not do it again," she muttered. At Leon's snicker, she shot him a glare. She didn't appreciate the snicker one bit. She spared a glance towards the shaking Sarah, who she presumed was a new vampire. "I'm Teodora if you must know," she told Sarah. Teodora nodded at Olivia's instructions, though not quite showing it, she was unpleased that she'd have to get out of the house and- socialize with mortals. She almost shuddered at the thought, before remembering how fun they were to play with and then drain of life. And how she needed to stay in the family. She had once tried leaving- only to return a few days later, begging for them to accept her back.Teodora looked towards Maple with a nod. "I should probably go get changed into something more fit for a mortal bar. I'll be back in a matter of moments," she told her, and, true to her word, she showed up mere moments later clad in a blue top, simple black leggings, black heels, and a simple blue headband. Her hair was spun back into a braid, and some darker lipstick adorned her lips. She looked her companion over, thoroughly pleased. Maple had always been an enjoyable companion, though she rarely saw her. Teodora, however, found the multiple trinkets and baubles that Maple had displeasing. "I'd recommend shutting that bunny up. I'm not too irritable, but my brother and sister certainly are. If I'm getting annoyed at that bunny, then they will rip it up to shreds, I'm sorry to say," Teodora told Maple in her usual pointed way. She followed Maple out the door, walking behind her. "You will have to lead. I do not come outside very often, and I don't know my way around this festering shithole of a city."	Teodora Bianchi Age: Stopped counting a long time ago Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Personality: - Paranoid - Ladylike - Charming - Stubborn - Snappish - Caring - Likes Children - Reclusive History: Teodora can't remember much of her life before she was turned- or, rather, she tries not to remember. She was turned when she was very young- seven or so. Ever since she can remember, Teodora has been content to stay behind whoever was the head of the family at the time. She had never had crazy ambitions anyways. Special Ability: Teodora is able to tell the future. There are multiple ways she can do this, including meditation and even violent prophetic dreams. Other: - Teodora has what humans like to call insomnia. She has trouble sleeping, leading to her sleep-deprived appearance. The only thing that can stave this off is sleeping pills. - She spends most of her time in her chambers, leading her to be rarely seen around the house. - Teodora enjoys reading, loving to browse through old compendiums and encyclopedias with quite a few fiction novels in between.
2,135	44	20	2,244	533	Riya couldn’t help but smirk at Leon’s sour look, whilst it may have intimidated some, it didn’t with her, it may have had to do with Olivia there, but she found it to be something funny. She was a bit surprised at Sarah’s remark, but figured that was just from hunger, she knew the feeling when she first turned, she thought she would go through every human that she came across, but it wasn’t hard to keep herself in check and was sure it’d be the same for Sarah. “No need to worry kid, I know know how you feel, felt the same way when I first became a vampire, we’ll make sure you don’t overeat.” Her attention turned to Olivia when she addressed her, getting up and moving over to her, she took the card handed to her, studying the name and address and then looked back at Olivia, “Aww, I thought I was going to get to go out with you and the others to eat,” she began to respond in a disappointing sounding facade, then added, “oh well, I don’t mind it being a girls night out with just me and the newbie and don’t worry, I’ll make sure she’s safe and doesn’t drink anyone dry,” Riya gave a playful laugh. She then leaned in close to Olivia’s ear, softly and seductively whispering, “And I hope when we get back, you’ll make up for not letting me go with you,” finishing it off with a wink to her and then made her way back over to Sarah. Riya was getting ready to take Sarah to the address, but it seemed like the house was either always empty or always full, it felt like the latter when Teodora came down, followed by Maple. “Oh, hey Teodora, thought you’d never get out of bed,” She teased, slightly sticking her tongue out. She gave a simple nod to Maple when she greeted them and made no comment about the bunny’s remark, not that she didn’t enjoy her family, but things were becoming a little crowded and she was ready to go out and get a bite to eat, it was clear to hear as well that Sarah wasn’t enjoying the the small crowd of people either. “Well, I think it’s time that we got going, it’s already starting to become a little crowded in here and Olivia, remember what I said about paying me back,” Riya gave one last wink to her before turning her attention to Sarah, “So, you ready to go kid?”	Riya Bianchi Age: 45 Gender: Female Appearance Her frame is slim and athletic built, her long dark hair compliments her slim face, one that usually has a calm expression with a hint of seductiveness from her crimson red eyes. Usually her attire consists of a white sleeved shirt with a dark vest and a black leather jacket, blue skinny jeans with a belt hanging on her waist and brown boots. Unless she’s required to by her family, she rarely ever wear any kind of formal attire, feeling they don’t suit who she really is under them. Personality Kind and deviously playful would be the best way to describe Riya. She cares greatly for the new family she was brought into as well as being fiercely loyal to it, she’ll gladly give her life before she lets any harm come to her family. Something that may be surprising to her kind is when it comes to humans, specifically feeding off them, she tends to take into consideration how much blood she draws from them, being formally human herself, she sympathizes with what she used to be and will rarely ever kill a human through feeding. Her playful side was one she acquired when she was turned, generally she likes to toy with the prey she decides to target, revealing what she really is to them and then hunting them down when they flee in terror. When she’s home with her family, she likes to flirt with the others, though not serious, she enjoys how both the same and opposite sex squirm at her advances. Bio Riya’s life before she became a vampire wasn’t all the impressive nor interesting, she was above average when she was in high school and after she left school, she got a job working at a bank and an ordinary apartment. Having grown tired with how bland most of her life was and how she never really aspired for anything, she decided she’d go to school, get a degree and get a better paying job and home. Well that had been the plan at least, but unfortunately, she never got the opportunity to do so, one late night on her way back from work, she decided to cut through an alley to get home quicker and was grabbed by a man in the dark. Held at gunpoint she was robbed and then shot after some clouds parted and allowed the moonlight to shine in the alley, revealing the man’s face. As she laid there bleeding out, she couldn’t help but smile at the irony, she did nothing meaningful with her life and then when she was finally about to, she ended up getting killed. Riya was glad at first, thinking she would’ve just continued on with her meaningless life and death was probably better for her, but as she became weaker and got closer to death, the fear set in, she didn’t want to die, she wanted to live, she begged in her thoughts for someone to save her and as if her prayers had been answered, another figure came before her, this time a woman and granted Riya the powers of a vampire by drinking her blood and giving her own in return. She wasn’t used to her new powers at first, the enhanced abilities and pale complexion certainly scared her at first, plus the fact nothing could satisfy her hunger save for blood. Then the woman who saved her appeared at her home one night, explaining what Riya now was and offered her to join her family, with not many other options and still not fully understanding how her new powers worked, she accepted. Special Power - Sunlight Resistance Whilst she doesn’t have an actual ability, this passive power allows her to go outside during the day without needing any kind of protection from the sunlight that would no doubt easily cook others of her kind. Other She has a hell hound that she came across one night in a forest that had hunted down some people that were out camping, though it was unruly, she managed to tame it and is now a loyal companion that will do whatever she asks and protect her at all costs.
2,136	44	21	1,677	1,063	Sarah nodded. "Yes." She stood and walked out the door, her body language saying she was extremely uncomfortable. She thought about her adopted father, and sire, Daniel, who had gone missing. She wished he were there, he had a way of calming her no one else did. She hugged herself and she sighed. She felt Leon's annoyance and bit her lip. Then she walked out of the house, waiting for Riya.	Name: Sarah Smith Age: 20 (Is a new vampire) Gender: Female Personality/Bio: Sarah is definitely what one would call a strong woman. She is smart, pretty, and was physically strong even while she was human. While she was human, she was also what one would call an empath, someone who can take on other people's emotions as their own. She is dark, despite this, and anti-social. Sarah was caught one night by a street gang, where she managed to seriously wound a couple before she was shot and then stabbed. She was found by one of the Smith family and turned, and she woke, finding her empathic abilities wer heightened into hearing even the thoughts behind someone's emotions. For this reason she puts on music to drown out others. Special Power: She is a very powerful Empath. This means anything to do with emotions, she can do. She can manipulate emotions as well as "Feel" the particular thoughts causing an emotion in someone. However, there is a catch: She feels it very, VERY physically, sometimes causing pain in her. This happens especially if she is touched by two or more people at the same time. Other: Sarah, despite her anti-sociality, longs for a mate. She also has a tattoo of huge raven wings on her back, along with thorned vines running down her arms, each ending with a red rose on the tops of her hands.
2,137	44	22	1,729	158	Olivia waited for the girl to stop her rambling. At this point, she didn't care about some stupid debt the flower shop owed her, honestly she hadn't even noticed. She had at least ten other businesses that were doing pretty well and a small flower shop was the least of her concerns. As she waited, her thoughts drifted back to Riya and her heart started racing again. She didn't try to stop it this time. The thought of Riya coming to see her later that night... Her thoughts were interrupted by Leon. She glanced slightly as he appeared, hoping he hadn't heard the blood in her body quicken at her thoughts of Riya. She turned her attention back to the girl and didn't flinch when she felt the presence of Shadow. She would have to wait until this human was finished with her errand before she got a status report from Shadow. "Oh yes... ummm" Olivia tried to think of something quickly. It would not seem professional to say she hadn't thought of the flower shop in months. She was also distracted by the smell of the girls blood and her rumbling stomach. It was almost as if the girls blood smelled familiar. "Yes well, I am so glad that sweet little lady has finally hired some proper help." A kind, but empty smile stretched across Olivia's lips. This girl... she looked familiar too... "Why don't you follow me to my office and we can discuss in detail what your boss owes you?" The smell of the girl's blood and her face, they reminded her of a vampire hunting family she knew long ago. She was almost certain this timid girl could not be one of them, but over her lifetime she had learned it was better to stay cautious. Olivia turned her back to the girl and approached Leon, she whispered so that only his enhanced hearing could hear her, get behind the girl and stay there. Follow us to my office and stay alert. I will explain once we get there. Once she had passed Leon she turned back around to face the girl, smiling and gesuturing toward the stairs. She tugged once on her corset-top, her secret signal for Shadow to follow as well. If this girl was a Vampire hunter, she would need all the backup she could get.	Name: Olivia Bianchi Age: A lady never reveals her age. It’s poor manners. Gender: Female Personality: She is the leader of a Vampire family. She is everything you could imagine a Vampire leader would be. She is the strong silent type that prefers to watch, listen, analyze, and only speak when she has something to say. This my no means she is cold or harsh. She is actually quite loving and protective of all that live within her mansion. If there are problems within the family, she does her duty as a leader to solve them. The only time she becomes upset or angry is when people mess with her family. She tends to be materialistic and greedy. She has an obsession with staying wealthy. If you were to ask her for money, she would most likely say no. Unless your name happens to be Riya. Bio: After her parents (the women that turned her) died in a fight with lycans, Olivia became the head of the family Bianchi. She didn’t ask for this role, she even tried to run away from the expectations suddenly thrust upon her. But somehow she always found herself back with her family. Once she accepted her role as the leader, she moved her whole family from Italy to America where they have bounced from one location to the next. She decided on Denver because marijuana has recently become legal and the family is making a killing off selling it legally in Colorado. She spends her days sealed tightly away in her mansion, handling business behind closed doors and blackout curtains. At night, she frequents the many bars and clubs her family owns, often grabbing a late night snack from pretty girls or men. Special Power: Hypnosis. This only works on humans that are susceptible. Those with a closed guarded mind are not able to become hypnotized. Other: She has a weak spot for Riya. Since she can walk through the daylight without dying, Olivia often asks her to run errands for her. She also hates it that Riya flirts with everyone since she has a not-so-secret crush on her.
2,138	44	23	2,271	25	Leon remained in his spot at the desk, looking at the girl with hard eyes. The red tint located in the iris seemed to be brightening, causing his eyes to have an even redder look to them. He waved his hand dismissively at her statement. No, it wasn't the annoyingly brightly colored outfit the girl was wearing that was causing him a headache. It was the sound of the blood that seemed to increasingly grow louder in his sensitive ears. He spoke, his voice low and mouth barely opening," it's not you little one, nor do I have a headache. This just happens to be my facial expression." He focused on Olivia as she talked to the girl, picking up on the subtle but noticeable behavior change, immediately before she invited the girl up to the office. He let out a large huff of air from his nose. This was going to take a while. His eyes now remained focused on the girl, the shift in Olivia's behavior generally meaning one of importantance. While his head turned to listen to the words spoken to him, his eyes never left the girl. At Olivia's statement he let out a low growl, just noticable in their hearing range, before managing to hiss out before she walked away. Why not just let me kill her and be done with it. I'm hungry. He tapped his fingers, remaining focused on the girl, his eyes drifting slightly to the movement that indicated for Shadow to follow. Whatever had set Olivia off, certainly was one for her to ask for protection. He could feel the little pin pricks of claws against his back, a sign of Rudos being able to pick up the strange energy that had begun to fill the room. But he wasn't allowed out, 'it yet at least when the sudden appearance of a dragon could startle the girl that stood. With a sigh, he moved himself from his leaning place, waiting for the girl to begin to follow Olivia. He knew that the three of them surrounding the girl would definitely be startling and off putting, but it was as Olivia requested. Though likely she would've gotten away with address him out loud suggesting for him to join them, parhaps including the word brother in her statement. Would've made his presence slightly less nerve wracking for the small girl. He could only imagine walking behind her. If she were to get nervous, her heart rate would increase, and he could watch all the subtle differences of blood flowing back and forth in her veins.	Name: Vermilla Winchester(haha supernatural reference) Age: 19 Gender: Female Personality: Outgoing, Optimistic, Charismatic, Active, and Caring Bio: Vermilla comes from a family of hunters. What she didnt know until recent is not just any hunters but Vampire hunters. No one in her family told her because from an early age they knew they would try and fight them. Vermilla cares for all kinds of life be cute snails to 'Monster'. Her family tried to tell Vermilla Vampires are monsters and Vermilla promptly reminded them because of a single person act doesnt mean they are all the same. When she saw her parents were so closed minded and saw only black and white she left. She currently works at multiple jobs. She currently working at a vet office(Secretary), flower shop(cashier), and a library(Library Assistant(ranges from stocking and cleaning type work)). She lives with a wealthy family friend in the area but is located in basement or attic depending on her hosts temper. The basement is preferred but when they are upset at everyone but her she sent to the attic which has no furniture and is very dirty. She could careless about that arrangement because as long as she doesnt have to listen to her family cruel thoughts on any being life that isnt human. Special Power: None supernatural power but is trained in gymnastic, self defense, multiple types of range weapons from guns to bows, and is known to have Eidetic memory. Other: Vermilla biggest fear is being hurt and has multiple walls up. She always seems outgoing and optimistic but with her family being cruel people and her now ex fiance cheating she hiding a very dark desire but her optimistic side has been keeping the dark desire from surfacing and that is why Vermilla has that wall. Its to prevent anyone from making her fall into her dark desire.
2,139	44	24	326	2,282	shadow watched as leon signaled him to follow. shadow silently nodded his head as his eyes where now trained on the back of the girls head. his eyes seemed to focus as he waited for the girl to follow as to not be seen. Just incase push comes to shove it would be easier to kill an enemy that doesnt know of your presense.(sorry for the short post i dont know what to put)	Wrong thread
2,140	44	25	2,244	533	Riya followed Sarah out of the house, Ambient following close behind her until she got to the door, “No Ambient, you have to stay here and keep the house safe, don’t worry, I’ll be back soon and then I’ll get you that steak I promised,” Riya said with a smile, Ambient happily rubbing his head against her leg before turning around and heading back inside. “Sorry about that, that hell hound looks mean, but really is sweet underneath, perhaps a little too much,” Riya gave a small chuckle to Sarah and then began walking with her to the address given to them. As they both were walking, Riya felt she should reassure the girl and perhaps get to know her a little better, “So, I bet you were a little freaked out when you were turned huh? I know I was, happened to me about twenty years ago or so now...wow, been that long already?” Riya asked herself, shaking her head when she realized she hadn’t gone anywhere with that sentence yet, “sorry, got distracted. Anyways, yeah, when it happened to me, the first thing I did was accidentally tear off the door to my fridge, you can imagine my surprise,” Riya gave another chuckle. “Also don’t worry about that hunger you’re feeling now, I’ve been there and felt like I’d go sucking dry every human I came across, but I had the family to help make sure I didn’t take too much and I’m here to help you the same way, so don’t be afraid to drink from a human alright? I’ll make sure you don’t go overboard,” Riya gave a friendly smile to her as they continued on to their destination.	Riya Bianchi Age: 45 Gender: Female Appearance Her frame is slim and athletic built, her long dark hair compliments her slim face, one that usually has a calm expression with a hint of seductiveness from her crimson red eyes. Usually her attire consists of a white sleeved shirt with a dark vest and a black leather jacket, blue skinny jeans with a belt hanging on her waist and brown boots. Unless she’s required to by her family, she rarely ever wear any kind of formal attire, feeling they don’t suit who she really is under them. Personality Kind and deviously playful would be the best way to describe Riya. She cares greatly for the new family she was brought into as well as being fiercely loyal to it, she’ll gladly give her life before she lets any harm come to her family. Something that may be surprising to her kind is when it comes to humans, specifically feeding off them, she tends to take into consideration how much blood she draws from them, being formally human herself, she sympathizes with what she used to be and will rarely ever kill a human through feeding. Her playful side was one she acquired when she was turned, generally she likes to toy with the prey she decides to target, revealing what she really is to them and then hunting them down when they flee in terror. When she’s home with her family, she likes to flirt with the others, though not serious, she enjoys how both the same and opposite sex squirm at her advances. Bio Riya’s life before she became a vampire wasn’t all the impressive nor interesting, she was above average when she was in high school and after she left school, she got a job working at a bank and an ordinary apartment. Having grown tired with how bland most of her life was and how she never really aspired for anything, she decided she’d go to school, get a degree and get a better paying job and home. Well that had been the plan at least, but unfortunately, she never got the opportunity to do so, one late night on her way back from work, she decided to cut through an alley to get home quicker and was grabbed by a man in the dark. Held at gunpoint she was robbed and then shot after some clouds parted and allowed the moonlight to shine in the alley, revealing the man’s face. As she laid there bleeding out, she couldn’t help but smile at the irony, she did nothing meaningful with her life and then when she was finally about to, she ended up getting killed. Riya was glad at first, thinking she would’ve just continued on with her meaningless life and death was probably better for her, but as she became weaker and got closer to death, the fear set in, she didn’t want to die, she wanted to live, she begged in her thoughts for someone to save her and as if her prayers had been answered, another figure came before her, this time a woman and granted Riya the powers of a vampire by drinking her blood and giving her own in return. She wasn’t used to her new powers at first, the enhanced abilities and pale complexion certainly scared her at first, plus the fact nothing could satisfy her hunger save for blood. Then the woman who saved her appeared at her home one night, explaining what Riya now was and offered her to join her family, with not many other options and still not fully understanding how her new powers worked, she accepted. Special Power - Sunlight Resistance Whilst she doesn’t have an actual ability, this passive power allows her to go outside during the day without needing any kind of protection from the sunlight that would no doubt easily cook others of her kind. Other She has a hell hound that she came across one night in a forest that had hunted down some people that were out camping, though it was unruly, she managed to tame it and is now a loyal companion that will do whatever she asks and protect her at all costs.
2,141	44	26	1,677	1,063	Sarah nodded. "O-okay..." she said. Riya radiated friendliness right then so she felt she could trust her. "Yeah, I was quite surprised when Daniel bit and turned me..." She ran her slender, delicate fingers along the knife scar across her throat. She had her throat slit the night she became a vampire. Daniel had found her and turned her. She hugged herself. "I....I just miss Daniel...He had a way of calming me no one else did." Daniel had been the one to explain what had been done to her. Though she didn't tell anyone what happened right after. He had hidden the newly turned girl and ran off. "About Daniel...I sorta know what happened to him before he went missing. I'm scared for him. He...Hid me and then ran off, said he had business to take care of. I never saw him since. Then I came out after a while and stumbled across Olivia."	Name: Sarah Smith Age: 20 (Is a new vampire) Gender: Female Personality/Bio: Sarah is definitely what one would call a strong woman. She is smart, pretty, and was physically strong even while she was human. While she was human, she was also what one would call an empath, someone who can take on other people's emotions as their own. She is dark, despite this, and anti-social. Sarah was caught one night by a street gang, where she managed to seriously wound a couple before she was shot and then stabbed. She was found by one of the Smith family and turned, and she woke, finding her empathic abilities wer heightened into hearing even the thoughts behind someone's emotions. For this reason she puts on music to drown out others. Special Power: She is a very powerful Empath. This means anything to do with emotions, she can do. She can manipulate emotions as well as "Feel" the particular thoughts causing an emotion in someone. However, there is a catch: She feels it very, VERY physically, sometimes causing pain in her. This happens especially if she is touched by two or more people at the same time. Other: Sarah, despite her anti-sociality, longs for a mate. She also has a tattoo of huge raven wings on her back, along with thorned vines running down her arms, each ending with a red rose on the tops of her hands.
2,142	44	27	2,614	1,889	Maple smiled at Kyle as Teodora warned her to shut him up. "See Hunny? Shh." She held up a finger to her lips as the rabbit started to talk again, stopping him from continuing. As the two vampires left the grounds, Maple zipped Kyle into the front of her jacket, leaving only his head peeking out and mostly hiding him from the sight of any humans they may encounter on the streets. She felt weird being asked to lead the way, normally she was following those who were older than her, but she didn't hesitate to turn down the sidewalk and begin navigating the city. As they wound through the streets, Maple kept her teeth clenched, practically holding her breath all the way to the bar, the Bloody Sunday. There weren't many people outside when they got there, but as they entered the building they were soon surrounded by humans. She squeezed Kyle to her chest through the jacket as she heard her stomach rumble. Her teeth ached as she made her way over to an empty booth on the back wall of the place, putting Kyle on the edge of the table when she got there. "Guard here." She growled quietly at the rabbit. "This is our table now." Kyle didn't say anything, but he didn't move either, so she assumed he was just playing at being a normal stuffed bunny. It would help them stand out less if he were. She looked around the bar before glancing at Teodora. "Olivia did say we could eat while we waited for them to get here, right? Do you want to find someone first or..?" She trailed off, putting her hands into the pockets of her jacket to help her keep from just grabbing the nearest human. She was fairly good at keeping herself under control, but this waiting was starting to get painful.	Name: Maple Bianchi Age: 138 (Appears to be 19-20) Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: In a few words: Kind, secretive, observant, playful, joyful, and confident. She's normally a quiet girl, but not really shy. She's always got a smile on her face, either because she's usually able to find something to be happy about, or for other's sakes. She may not be brave enough to run head-on into danger, or even sure that she'll make it through whatever obstacles she comes across, but she has confidence that in the end everything will turn out alright. She often keeps her thoughts to herself unless she's trying to cheer someone up. She has a tendency to be rude or violent when she feels even slightly threatened, often starting fights and causing herself to make a few enemies. Bio: Maple was orphaned at a young age along with her older brother. The city they lived in was harsh, an almost impossible place for even the toughest of adults to live in. A year passed before the two met a Vampire of the Bianchi family, who took a passing interest in the children. He helped them in small ways whenever he saw them, and as time went on he began to consider turning them, and raising them as his own. At the time he had doubts of if he should or not, his family may not have approved and tried to kill the children if they found out. He dallied for months, each day knowing that if he didn't act the two could die anyway, and then he'd have no chance at helping them. What finally pushed him to decide was just what he feared. A sickness spread throughout the land, and the boy fell ill and died shortly after. Maple never left his side even after he passed on, and was just starting to show signs of the illness when the vampire found her. She was hesitant to go with the man, though she liked him well enough, she was also frightened of this man she'd only ever seen at night. She eventually gave in to his request to come with him however, as she realized that her brother was not going to wake up again. The vampire, now her father, took her to an inn, where he waited until she fell asleep to turn her. She was brought to meet the family in three days time, after her father was sure that she was healthy enough, and fully a vampire. She was met with mixed feelings from the family members, but her father protected her from any harsh thought or action against her. She came to care about each member of the family as she grew, and in time she felt she was accepted more and more as a family member herself. Almost a decade later, her father died protecting her from a Vampire hunter, who she hunted down herself in revenge. Special Power: SOUL MANIPULATION - Maple can trap the souls of those she's killed into any nearby object, forcing them to fight for her. The items they are trapped in are able to move of their own control, unless she commands them to do something else. They are incapable of allowing any harm to come to her without attempting to stop it. Most of the ones she's made have been destroyed, she only has 3 at the moment. At one point she had 17 Trapped Souls under her command, an army of knick-knacks and things. Other: Enjoys all things about nature, especially thunderstorms. She will often stand outside in the rain, just watching the beauty of lightning flashing across the sky. Her worst fear is that no matter how long she lives, she'll never find anyone she loves as much as she loved her brother before she was turned. Kyle Farr (Hunny) Farr was once a vampire hunter who had the sad misfortune of running into Maple and her father only a few months after she'd been turned. She caused his death, whether from wounding him or from drinking him dry the two have yet to find out. As he died, her power came to light, and the hunter's soul became trapped within her beloved stuffed rabbit, Honey. The two are friendly to each other now, in fact Kyle's knowledge of Hunter tactics and his newfound inability to allow his master to come to harm in any way has saved her life many times. Li-Ren (Blade) hunter that killed her father, Li-Ren was mercilessly hunted by Maple for almost a decade before he finally died by her hand. She placed his soul into the very dagger that struck him down, as her final justice. Li-Ren has served her well in all battles since then. Jasmine (Amulet) strange case. Jasmine was a human that Maple had become friends with. They spent years together, until Jasmine found out that Maple was a vampire, and in fleeing from her found her death by falling into the river. She couldn't swim. Maple pulled her out of the water only a few minutes before her heart stopped. In an effort to keep her friend with her, to explain and perhaps give the girl a second chance at life, Maple had tried to turn her friend, but failed as her heart gave out too quickly. Jasmine haunted her for almost a year before Maple caught her wandering soul, tying Jasmine to an amulet her father had given her. Jasmine is constantly with Maple, and as she is imprisoned within an object not very well-suited for moving around and doing things, she has an ability that the others do not. If the locket is opened, she can surround Maple with a shield made of shadows. This stops most projectiles, and sunlight from reaching Maple, but can only be used for a short time.
2,143	44	28	1,085	511	BGM Low music deeply reverberated throughout the dimly lit confines of the hidden away Bloody Sunday night club. Scantily clad waitresses pranced among the tables, absently swatting away at roaming hands as they passed between the groups of patrons, joking and drinking while occasionally looking to the stage at the back of the club. Across from the bar, on the other side of a sparely populated dance floor and few lines of chairs was the show stage, currently in use by a buxom red haired woman in black lingerie and knee high heeled boots. She lustily twirled around a chrome pole center stage to the music, cheered on by a couple leather and jean clad men as they tossed slightly crumpled bills at her feet. It was a young night and there were quite a few customers in house, in spite of the clubs somewhat secluded location. There was enough space, including the smoking space out back, to house well over fifty or so patrons, but it only ever really so ten or twelve. Tonight there were well over thirty drinkers and club goers. At the door, a tall dark skinned man with a shaved head in dark glasses and a blazer stood with his arms crossed looking on coldly as the young woman and those accompanying her passed through the inconspicuous entryway. Strangely, he didn't seem to acknowledge them, ask for identification, or get in their way at all. Instead he looked on, as if he was familiar with them. Or at least their kind. Black curtains ran over their heads as they passed into the club, the music hitting them like a wall of sound. "Quite the showing today huh?" Asked a burly commoner to the club who sat upon a chrome and leather stool at the bar counter. "Unfortunately, yea..." Replied a slightly apathetic voice from the other side. Filling a tall chilled glass with foamy auburn liquid, Soma sighed, favoring days with less patrons and less work. Setting the glass mug of beer down in front of the man at his bar, Soma briefly tugged at his vest and made sure his collar was straight. There was no dress code for the bartenders, especially considering the nature of the shows the club featured. However Soma just didn't feel right if wasn't dressed formally. "UNfortunately? Don't you make more money when it's like this?" Asked the man before accepting the drink and taking a large swig. "It's just more new faces you'll see on the back of your milk cartons next week..." Withdrawing the drink and letting off a belch, the man drew his sleeve across his face, wiping away a spot of foam on his upper lip before looking back at the bartender. "What?" Soma shook his head, grabbing a cloth and tending to a couple smudged mugs. "I said I'm tired...it's been a long day." The man gave him a brief chuckle. "Ha! Preachin' to the quire...Why do you think I'm here?" Suddenly Soma's attention drifted up to the doors as a someone with a familiar scent entered and found a booth just away from the crowd. Soma recognized the smell but couldn't get a good view of whoever it was through the crowds of customers and waitresses jostling between tables. "What are they doing here of all places?" Asked Soma under his breath as he peered across the dim club. "Huh?" Asked the customer, lifting his drink for another go. "It's nothing." Replied Soma sharply, moving to the other end of the counter. He rested his hands on the counter top, looking through the crowd observantly. "I thought I worked far enough away...please don't be who I think it is..."	Name: Leon Bianchi Age: He doesn't give a damn about his age anymore Gender: Male Leon is approximately 6'4, well built and heavily muscled. His eyes are very dark in color, with a red tint to them. The limbal ring, however, is a startling red color, vastly standing out against the nearly black eye. When talking, it seems like he has a nearly permanent sneer on his face. He is covered with a multitude of tattoos, one located on his left leg, a dragon, the tail beginning on his foot, before spiraling up his leg to where the head rests on his hip, fire surrounding the dragon and blazing out of its mouth. Another, located on his left arm, is this series of animals, containing a eagle, deer, wolf, owl, and coyote. this flame tattoo located on his right forearm. As well as froza written across his chest. Personality: Leon can simply be described as a hot head. He is angry, hard, and cold. This slightest thing can set him off, and it would be within nearly everyone's well being if they stayed out of his way during one of his fits of anger. For Leon, his anger is one that simply continues to build on with time instead of fading into a lack of care. Deep inside, he is a distraught man. His anger stems from his anger at himself, and he is tired of life. He still has not come to terms with many of the previous events in his life, despite the time that has passed since then. He pushes everyone away for fear of being hurt, leading to a largely solitary life when it would have been more useful to him to allow people in. There is one person however, someone who has become his older sister, who can understand him more then most. Olivia is one of the few people that can manage to calm him if she gets close enough, but in his fits of rage he does not notice who specific people are, and could still end up causing injury. His feedings are violent, aggressive, often letting his pent up anger out on his victim. There is one thing he would never do, he never leaves a person alive after feeding, believing that to be torturing them due to his past history. Bio: Leon, before being changed into a vampire, lived a rough life. He was abused, and ended up being dragged into a different vampire family where he was used repeatedly as a source of food. When he finally managed to escape, he fled for his life, trying to be free of the never ending cycle. He would finally feel back to normal from a feeding, and then in would come the next one. He was finally free. However, during the time of his freedom, depression and anger caught up with him. He continued to spiral down, before giving up on life. He attempted to kill himself. But, he was found by a man, who so happened to be a member of the Bianchi family. His life was saved, and he was turned into a vampire. Was he happy? No. In no way was he happy. The amount of times he had to be held back from attempting to end his life with a variety of methods, several times it being Olivia that stopped him. He was very prone to violent outbursts, often involving his new found power of controlling fire. He had always been a pyromaniac, enjoying watching fire and setting things a light. And that followed him into a vampire, but increasing with his ability to create and control the fire. Special Power: pyrokinesis Other: If he is found staring down at his forearms, where his tattoos are covering, leave him be, unless your character is Olivia, or your character wants a face full of fire. He has a pet dragon, Rudos, who he met many many years ago. Rudos is full sized, stretched out he is the length from his shoulder to his hand, but Rudos prefers to simply sit on Leon's shoulder, tail wrapped around the back of his neck and the draping down his front
2,144	44	29	1,729	158	I- Olivia was about to comment they didn't need a gun when a strange smell caught her off guard. She recognized his scent from a long time ago. Her violet eyes, normally soft, blazed red at her sudden realization. "You brought a hunter to this house!! Don't deny it! Your entire body changed when you realized he was here!" Olivia slowly stalked closer to the girl. "How did you find us. Did he send you to distract us while he seeks around back to plan a surprise attack? Shadow! Make yourself visible and go find the hunter. Don't kill him. I want him alive to ask him questions. He may have told other Hunters we are here." The leader of the Vampire Family rounded on the girl standing only feet from her. Her teeth ached from lack of blood, she was in no mood for a fight. This time she spoke calmer, "since there is a hunter here, I can only assume you are one as well. Vermilla was it? Go with and my brother here. Go quietly and we might let you live. If you fight back, I promise it will be the last, bad decision you make." Olivia never let her sight wonder from the female hunter. "Leon. I need you to take Miss Vermilla to the waiting area and watch her closely. My other business will have to wait. I am going to go find the others and bring them home. If there are two here, there could be others around the city." Olivia watched and waited to see what the girl would do.	Name: Olivia Bianchi Age: A lady never reveals her age. It’s poor manners. Gender: Female Personality: She is the leader of a Vampire family. She is everything you could imagine a Vampire leader would be. She is the strong silent type that prefers to watch, listen, analyze, and only speak when she has something to say. This my no means she is cold or harsh. She is actually quite loving and protective of all that live within her mansion. If there are problems within the family, she does her duty as a leader to solve them. The only time she becomes upset or angry is when people mess with her family. She tends to be materialistic and greedy. She has an obsession with staying wealthy. If you were to ask her for money, she would most likely say no. Unless your name happens to be Riya. Bio: After her parents (the women that turned her) died in a fight with lycans, Olivia became the head of the family Bianchi. She didn’t ask for this role, she even tried to run away from the expectations suddenly thrust upon her. But somehow she always found herself back with her family. Once she accepted her role as the leader, she moved her whole family from Italy to America where they have bounced from one location to the next. She decided on Denver because marijuana has recently become legal and the family is making a killing off selling it legally in Colorado. She spends her days sealed tightly away in her mansion, handling business behind closed doors and blackout curtains. At night, she frequents the many bars and clubs her family owns, often grabbing a late night snack from pretty girls or men. Special Power: Hypnosis. This only works on humans that are susceptible. Those with a closed guarded mind are not able to become hypnotized. Other: She has a weak spot for Riya. Since she can walk through the daylight without dying, Olivia often asks her to run errands for her. She also hates it that Riya flirts with everyone since she has a not-so-secret crush on her.
2,145	44	30	2,244	533	Riya nodded her head as Sarah spoke, understanding how first becoming a vampire was certainly a shock to the senses. She glanced over at the girl when she showed off the scar on her neck, it reminding her of when she had been shot. “I’m sure he’s fine and eventually you two will find each other again, I mean you do have till eternity to find him, so I wouldn’t worry about it too much, besides, you have your family who will help you with whatever you need, so don’t be afraid to rely on us, especially me, I was fortunate enough to not get that weakness to the sun, so should you ever need something, you can ask me,” Riya gave a wink, it slightly flirty, but mostly serious. She glanced up at the sky as they continued on towards their destination, it now darker than it was before, then when she looked back ahead of her, she saw three guys walking by. She did her best to move Sarah and herself to the right to allow them enough room to pass, but as they did so, one of them purposely bumped their shoulder into Riya. “Hey, watch it,” The man spoke irritatedly. Riya hid her face under her hair, giving a devious grin before lifting her head up, giving a facade smile, “Oh I’m terribly sorry, it was my mistake.” A street light soon came on, illuminating the five of them, giving a clearer sight to Sarah and Riya. When the men saw them, their demeanor changed to one more casual and a little cocky, “Oh, well don’t worry about it, say you lovely ladies shouldn’t be out walking here all alone, it’s dangerous at night.” “Is it? I had no idea, well my friend and I are almost to where we’re headed, so there’s no need to fret over us,” Riya responded, excitement growing in her as she set up her trap. The three men surrounded them, trying to act a bit flirty as well as being a bit cocky, “Oh no no, pretty things like you shouldn’t be wandering around in the dark, why not instead come with us, we’ll throw a party and have a real good time.” The man that initially bumped into her said, wrapping his arm around his waist as the other two eyed up Sarah. Riya glanced down at the arm coiling around her waist, then glanced back up at the man, her sharp crimson eyes giving a seductive look, yet hiding how a predator looks at it’s prey, “Really? And will there be food at this little party you’ll be throwing? My friend and I are quite hungry.” “Suuuuure, there will be plenty for you to...eat,” He responded, being drawn in my by her eyes as well as her slim and fit body. “Wonderful, but I was thinking we could eat now,” Riya said with a coy smile. “Well that’ll be a little tough to do considering we don’t have any yet, sweetheart.” The man gave a cocky grin back. “Oh but there is and we have a surprise to show you as well, I just need to check with my friend first.” They looked at each other with confusion on their face, not really understanding what she meant by it, but they were too distracted by good Sarah and Riya looked to question it, “Sure sweetheart, take your time.” “Alright, so I set up the trap, you want to have a little appetizer before the main course? I’m sure that you’ll still be plenty hungry when we get to where we’re headed, besides, men like them need to learn a lesson on manners...and don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t go overboard,” Riya whispered to Sarah, glancing at the three men for a moment before looking back to Sarah; though the situation might’ve been making the girl a tad uncomfortable, she was sure Sarah was hungry and would want to get some blood in her, but Riya was ultimately leaving the decision to feed on them up to her.	Riya Bianchi Age: 45 Gender: Female Appearance Her frame is slim and athletic built, her long dark hair compliments her slim face, one that usually has a calm expression with a hint of seductiveness from her crimson red eyes. Usually her attire consists of a white sleeved shirt with a dark vest and a black leather jacket, blue skinny jeans with a belt hanging on her waist and brown boots. Unless she’s required to by her family, she rarely ever wear any kind of formal attire, feeling they don’t suit who she really is under them. Personality Kind and deviously playful would be the best way to describe Riya. She cares greatly for the new family she was brought into as well as being fiercely loyal to it, she’ll gladly give her life before she lets any harm come to her family. Something that may be surprising to her kind is when it comes to humans, specifically feeding off them, she tends to take into consideration how much blood she draws from them, being formally human herself, she sympathizes with what she used to be and will rarely ever kill a human through feeding. Her playful side was one she acquired when she was turned, generally she likes to toy with the prey she decides to target, revealing what she really is to them and then hunting them down when they flee in terror. When she’s home with her family, she likes to flirt with the others, though not serious, she enjoys how both the same and opposite sex squirm at her advances. Bio Riya’s life before she became a vampire wasn’t all the impressive nor interesting, she was above average when she was in high school and after she left school, she got a job working at a bank and an ordinary apartment. Having grown tired with how bland most of her life was and how she never really aspired for anything, she decided she’d go to school, get a degree and get a better paying job and home. Well that had been the plan at least, but unfortunately, she never got the opportunity to do so, one late night on her way back from work, she decided to cut through an alley to get home quicker and was grabbed by a man in the dark. Held at gunpoint she was robbed and then shot after some clouds parted and allowed the moonlight to shine in the alley, revealing the man’s face. As she laid there bleeding out, she couldn’t help but smile at the irony, she did nothing meaningful with her life and then when she was finally about to, she ended up getting killed. Riya was glad at first, thinking she would’ve just continued on with her meaningless life and death was probably better for her, but as she became weaker and got closer to death, the fear set in, she didn’t want to die, she wanted to live, she begged in her thoughts for someone to save her and as if her prayers had been answered, another figure came before her, this time a woman and granted Riya the powers of a vampire by drinking her blood and giving her own in return. She wasn’t used to her new powers at first, the enhanced abilities and pale complexion certainly scared her at first, plus the fact nothing could satisfy her hunger save for blood. Then the woman who saved her appeared at her home one night, explaining what Riya now was and offered her to join her family, with not many other options and still not fully understanding how her new powers worked, she accepted. Special Power - Sunlight Resistance Whilst she doesn’t have an actual ability, this passive power allows her to go outside during the day without needing any kind of protection from the sunlight that would no doubt easily cook others of her kind. Other She has a hell hound that she came across one night in a forest that had hunted down some people that were out camping, though it was unruly, she managed to tame it and is now a loyal companion that will do whatever she asks and protect her at all costs.
2,146	44	31	1,677	1,063	Sarah looked and nodded at Riya, then she turned to one man and smiled without showing her teeth, which were elongated still, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, beginning to kiss it, then biting into his neck. She felt his shock, but Sarah used her power to calm the three men and began gulping his blood. Of course, it tasted disgusting but it was sustenance. She then felt the thing she feared. She was taking too much. So she forced herself away, panting. The man dropped to the ground, unconscious, but alive. It was easier since he was gross.	Name: Sarah Smith Age: 20 (Is a new vampire) Gender: Female Personality/Bio: Sarah is definitely what one would call a strong woman. She is smart, pretty, and was physically strong even while she was human. While she was human, she was also what one would call an empath, someone who can take on other people's emotions as their own. She is dark, despite this, and anti-social. Sarah was caught one night by a street gang, where she managed to seriously wound a couple before she was shot and then stabbed. She was found by one of the Smith family and turned, and she woke, finding her empathic abilities wer heightened into hearing even the thoughts behind someone's emotions. For this reason she puts on music to drown out others. Special Power: She is a very powerful Empath. This means anything to do with emotions, she can do. She can manipulate emotions as well as "Feel" the particular thoughts causing an emotion in someone. However, there is a catch: She feels it very, VERY physically, sometimes causing pain in her. This happens especially if she is touched by two or more people at the same time. Other: Sarah, despite her anti-sociality, longs for a mate. She also has a tattoo of huge raven wings on her back, along with thorned vines running down her arms, each ending with a red rose on the tops of her hands.
2,147	44	32	1,228	2,368	Klaus had ushered the woman away from the alley successfully, maintaining his secret and avoiding an unfortunate 911 call. They sat at a park bench and he reiterated his cliches, growing exhausted of humoring the woman. He couldn't quite bring himself to feed on her as her dark eyes and crooked smile reminded him too much of someone else. So they talked and she eventually relented--he waited with her after insisting she call a cab and she left. Klaus's throat was still painfully dry, however, and he had wasted too much time on human who's blood he didn't even want. Brows furrowed, he pinched at his nose, sighing at himself. "Idiot," he repeated. His mind wandered to the Bianchi-Smith he had avoided earlier and he made a point to look around at his surroundings. The family may have been out on a hunt together. He had intended to eat his fill then visit the mansion, but it seemed as if he could run into any of them tonight. He vaguely remembered a bar they frequented, though the exact name escaped him (not that it was guaranteed to still be around, anyhow). Klaus was a bit of a loner among vampires, though he supposed that if members of the family were disappearing that joining in on the hunt may be beneficial. It meant safety in numbers, and with that decided, he stood and started walking in what he assumed was the direction of the bar. A new scent of blood found his nose and he was already heading in that direction. Without a human trailing him again, he thought it'd be alright to approach. Klaus turned a corner and his gaze found the source: three men and two women stood under a streetlamp. He recognized one as a Bianchi: gorgeous Riya was relatively young when Klaus first met her, but she had clearly grown into her own. He hoped her bloody hellhound wasn't around as he glanced around suspiciously. The second woman had just dropped a man, bleeding from his neck. He didn't recognize her, but... he suddenly felt relaxed despite the horror she embodied with blood dripping down her chin and an exhausted expression on her face. The calm she forced upon the men could only last so long in the face of a vampire. Klaus was unsurprised when one turned to run away. In fact, he let the man run straight into him with an abrupt gasp. Klaus saved him from falling, but grinned to show off his fangs as he held him there. "Party's just starting, love," he teased, aggressively putting his arm over the other's shoulders as he walked him back toward the small group. He eyed Sarah one more moment before cocking his eyebrows at Riya. "Enough to share?" he asked politely, recalling the "stray" another Bianchi-Smith had killed not long ago.	Klaus \| 2k \| Male Appearance: Klaus is tall and lean at 6', was turned in his late twenties, and almost looks like a man out of a perfume commercial: his high cheekbones, long eyelashes, and defined jawline makes him a perfect predator. He prefers to wear clothes that are in style, common, and fashionable to blend in with human society. His dark brown hair is usually lazily slicked back and accompanied by a thin, trimmed layer of hair along his jawline, chin, and upper lip. Unless you're waking up beside him, it's rare to see his shaggy mane disheveled and facial hair untrimmed. He has a pale and narrow face, complimented by a long and defined nose. His eyes are a dark brown, as well, though they occasionally seem to be almost red. When the vampire talks or laughs, it's not difficult to get a glimpse of his pointed fangs. Personality: Klaus comes off as very laid back and easy going, maybe even a little smug, but formal. He can be very charismatic and flirtatious, as well (his flirting can be rather goofy, making an especially friendly first impression). That said, he has a darker and more serious that comes out when he feels vulnerable or angry. Underneath the immediate exterior, he can be rather sadistic and cruel. If he catches you alone and doesn’t think any repercussions will come of it, he’ll be rather antagonizing. He believes he hasn't lived so long by being nice and he has done plenty of bad things. However, Klaus has many layers: at his core he's surprisingly romantic and idealistic. He appreciates faithfulness and is even loyal to his breed in general despite his general dislike of other vampires. He finds it difficult to trust others, but can and will open up about himself and his history if you earn his trust. Bio: Born in Athens, Greece just before Rome conquered the territory, Klaus was taken as a child slave. Orphaned, there wasn't many other options for him. His life as a slave was relatively decent, and he grew loyal and friendly to the boy who would grow to be his master. The bond between them was more comparable to friendship than it was slave and master, though the power dynamic became more and more obvious with age. Still, Klaus remained loyal if subdued. Besides, despite growing tall and big compared to others during the time period, he was given the cushy slave life: most of his chores involved cooking. He was even allowed to take a job to work to buy his freedom if he chose, but he was complacent. When the master grew old enough to marry, however, Klaus became enamored with the wife. She was full of life and strength and she was never afraid to remind you of it. Still, he kept his distance—he knew better: not only was he a slave and she a free woman, she was married to his master and friend. Despite this, the woman seemed drawn to Klaus, as well. Like many Romans, she was fascinated with Greek culture and the Greeks themselves, and he was far quieter and much more thoughtful than her husband. At first he would shy away from her advances, but he eventually warmed up to her and the two seemed to be in love. An affair continued behind the master’s back. One night, the master walked in on the lovers. Rather than take responsibility for the affair, the woman insisted that Klaus had forced himself upon her and he had little choice but to flee. The master was persistent, however, and was on his heels with city guards as the slave ran away. It wasn’t long before he was cornered, though he didn’t have a chance to defend himself—the men and master were slain by a single figure. Klaus thought he was safe until the killer turned on him. Unlike the other men, though, he awoke from death as a vampire. Despite saving his life, his sire was less than kind: Klaus was treated as a source of blood for his sire and was sexually abused. This kept him weak, and he was unable to venture out on his own for a long time. It was only when he was allowed to leave that he did, about twenty five years since his rebirth. By this point in his life, Klaus had come to detest slavery for obvious reasons. The circumstances of his turning has made him relatively weak for a vampire; vampires his age--and even younger--have been able to best him since and he is still very aware of his weakness. Klaus continued through life on his own. He dodged other vampires out of fear and he definitely did his best to avoid getting tangled up with slayers throughout the centuries. Though one night, he came across the beginnings of the Binachi family. They were careful, of course, but far kinder than other vampires Klaus had had the displeasure of knowing. He had been fleeing from old hunters and he was well aware of his weakness compared to others so he asked for refuge. They accepted, but he remained anxious around other vampires, so he did not join the family formally. However, he has grown to appreciate them and checks in on the Binachi-Smiths whenever he's around. He's in Colorado for Olivia, and seeks to help her with the threat to her family. While he does intend to maintain his independence, he can't help but enjoy the company. Power: None, actually, and a fact he keeps to himself. Despite being such an old vampire, Klaus is relatively weak due to the life he had after being turned. Even his enhanced speed, strength, and senses are dull compared to Olivia's. Other: - Klaus has turned only two others into vampires throughout his long life. - He's bisexual and ambidextrous. - He poses among humans as a traveling artist. - He enjoys art, piano, billards/pool, language, and travel
2,148	44	33	2,244	533	Riya smirked as she watched Sarah first kiss his neck, though the men thought she was just being very forward, Riya knew the truth and it wasn’t long before the man in her grasp suddenly had her fangs in him. “My my, you certainly are a hungry little one, but don’t worry, there will be plenty more,”Riya smiled to her, seeing that her hunger had almost sucked the man dry. She noticed the other two hadn’t reacted yet, then realized it was no doubt Sarah’s power keeping them calm, though eventually it did ware off when the shock of their buddy being eaten could no longer be surpressed. She managed to grab hold the man that had been the most forward with her before he could run off, pressing him up against the wall as the last man went running for his life, “Shame, guess I’ll have to go chasing him down after I’m done here, oh well,” Riya spoke aloud, watching the man run off before turning her attention back to the one she had in her clutches, “I still have you and I’m plenty hungry,” she smiled to him, revealing her elongated fangs. “P-Please, let me go, I-” The man spoke shakily, but was interrupted when Riya put her finger on his lips. “Sh-sh-sh-sh-shhhh, no need to fret darling, I’m not going to kill you, I’m just going to show you what it’s like to party with a vampire,” she spoke calmly as she gently ran the back of her hand down the side of his cheek, her eyes once more looking seductive, yet they didn’t hide their predatory stare this time. She then forced his head to the side, exposing more of his neck as she opened her mouth wide, ready to dig her sharp fangs into his flesh, however she paused when she heard someone approach behind her. Seeing that it was Klaus, she couldn’t help but smile, taking notice to the man that escaped earlier in his grasp, “By all means my dear Klaus, please join in, they are merely the appetizers for us,” she cocked a grin to him before returning to the man she had pinned against the wall, finally sinking her fangs into him and drawing that sweet, red nectar she had been craving. He let out a short lived scream, trying to fight her off to no avail, her strength far greater than his thanks to her vampirism and eventually he stopped struggling all together, his strength (what little he had) leaving him the more blood she sucked out. She noticed how he wasn’t moving and stopped herself, letting him slump to the ground, unconscious but alive, “Oh shame, that’s all you had? That wouldn’t have even filled me if I was still a fresh vampire,” Riya taunted the unconscious man, scooping up the last drop of his blood from the corner of her mouth onto her finger and then licking it. She then turned her attention back to Klaus, she remembered when she first met him, he (along with Olivia) had helped her understand her abilities better and what it meant to be a vampire and how to survive as one, something that she was grateful for, “So, tell me my dear Klaus, what brings you here? Not to take advantage of some delicate young women like us, are you? Not that I would fight back if you did,” she spoke with a look of lust on her face, though she didn’t make it clear if she was joking or genuinely serious, one of her many quirks, she always loved to keep them guessing.	Riya Bianchi Age: 45 Gender: Female Appearance Her frame is slim and athletic built, her long dark hair compliments her slim face, one that usually has a calm expression with a hint of seductiveness from her crimson red eyes. Usually her attire consists of a white sleeved shirt with a dark vest and a black leather jacket, blue skinny jeans with a belt hanging on her waist and brown boots. Unless she’s required to by her family, she rarely ever wear any kind of formal attire, feeling they don’t suit who she really is under them. Personality Kind and deviously playful would be the best way to describe Riya. She cares greatly for the new family she was brought into as well as being fiercely loyal to it, she’ll gladly give her life before she lets any harm come to her family. Something that may be surprising to her kind is when it comes to humans, specifically feeding off them, she tends to take into consideration how much blood she draws from them, being formally human herself, she sympathizes with what she used to be and will rarely ever kill a human through feeding. Her playful side was one she acquired when she was turned, generally she likes to toy with the prey she decides to target, revealing what she really is to them and then hunting them down when they flee in terror. When she’s home with her family, she likes to flirt with the others, though not serious, she enjoys how both the same and opposite sex squirm at her advances. Bio Riya’s life before she became a vampire wasn’t all the impressive nor interesting, she was above average when she was in high school and after she left school, she got a job working at a bank and an ordinary apartment. Having grown tired with how bland most of her life was and how she never really aspired for anything, she decided she’d go to school, get a degree and get a better paying job and home. Well that had been the plan at least, but unfortunately, she never got the opportunity to do so, one late night on her way back from work, she decided to cut through an alley to get home quicker and was grabbed by a man in the dark. Held at gunpoint she was robbed and then shot after some clouds parted and allowed the moonlight to shine in the alley, revealing the man’s face. As she laid there bleeding out, she couldn’t help but smile at the irony, she did nothing meaningful with her life and then when she was finally about to, she ended up getting killed. Riya was glad at first, thinking she would’ve just continued on with her meaningless life and death was probably better for her, but as she became weaker and got closer to death, the fear set in, she didn’t want to die, she wanted to live, she begged in her thoughts for someone to save her and as if her prayers had been answered, another figure came before her, this time a woman and granted Riya the powers of a vampire by drinking her blood and giving her own in return. She wasn’t used to her new powers at first, the enhanced abilities and pale complexion certainly scared her at first, plus the fact nothing could satisfy her hunger save for blood. Then the woman who saved her appeared at her home one night, explaining what Riya now was and offered her to join her family, with not many other options and still not fully understanding how her new powers worked, she accepted. Special Power - Sunlight Resistance Whilst she doesn’t have an actual ability, this passive power allows her to go outside during the day without needing any kind of protection from the sunlight that would no doubt easily cook others of her kind. Other She has a hell hound that she came across one night in a forest that had hunted down some people that were out camping, though it was unruly, she managed to tame it and is now a loyal companion that will do whatever she asks and protect her at all costs.
2,149	44	34	326	2,282	Yes Olivia shadow said from behind the girl as he appeared out of a puff of black smoke only to rush out the door slaming it open leaving a trail of thick black smoke behind him. as he rushed by the receptionist all the papers on her oaken desk where scatered. once outside shadow immediately began searching the surounding woods.	Wrong thread
2,150	44	35	387	977	Teodora followed Maple through the streets of Denver, holding her breath, trying to not smell the multitude of humans that surrounded them. If she allowed herself to smell them, the result would most likely be that she would leap for their throats. Olivia would certainly not be pleased with that. So Teodora kept her self-control, her teeth aching, her head throbbing from the pain of going too long without a feeding. Once they entered the bar, Teodora sneered in disgust. Such carelessness. She maneuvered around drunk humans and skimpily clad waitresses, trying to keep Maple in her sight. The humans around here smelt absolutely disgusting. About 500 years ago, she wouldn't have fed on any one of them, though it seemed that there was no choice these days. What with humans and their habits these days- especially Americans. But, she was given no choice- she would have to feed on one, or even two of them since she was feeling extra thirsty. A scent entered her nostrils- Soma? She sniffed a bit before she could confirm it was him. She turned to Maple. "I would love to feed, but unfortunately there seems to be a more pressing situation. Olivia asked us to inform Soma and Kraven, if we could find them, that they should wait here, and I believe that Soma is present. Excuse me." Teodora spoke, before whisking off to the bar, shoving her away through the humans. "Well, look who I found. It's simply been too long, Soma." she said as a way to announce her presence when she got to a place where she could be seen and heard.	Teodora Bianchi Age: Stopped counting a long time ago Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Personality: - Paranoid - Ladylike - Charming - Stubborn - Snappish - Caring - Likes Children - Reclusive History: Teodora can't remember much of her life before she was turned- or, rather, she tries not to remember. She was turned when she was very young- seven or so. Ever since she can remember, Teodora has been content to stay behind whoever was the head of the family at the time. She had never had crazy ambitions anyways. Special Ability: Teodora is able to tell the future. There are multiple ways she can do this, including meditation and even violent prophetic dreams. Other: - Teodora has what humans like to call insomnia. She has trouble sleeping, leading to her sleep-deprived appearance. The only thing that can stave this off is sleeping pills. - She spends most of her time in her chambers, leading her to be rarely seen around the house. - Teodora enjoys reading, loving to browse through old compendiums and encyclopedias with quite a few fiction novels in between.
2,151	44	36	1,677	1,063	Sarah looked up at a newcomer, then heard Riya call him Klaus. Sarah wiped the blood from her mouth, resisting the urge to spit. "He tasted awful...." She muttered, though she knew Riya and this Klaus guy would hear her. She gave in to her urge and she did spit on the ground. Mostly to get the taste out of her mouth. "He clearly smokes and drinks his coffee black."	Name: Sarah Smith Age: 20 (Is a new vampire) Gender: Female Personality/Bio: Sarah is definitely what one would call a strong woman. She is smart, pretty, and was physically strong even while she was human. While she was human, she was also what one would call an empath, someone who can take on other people's emotions as their own. She is dark, despite this, and anti-social. Sarah was caught one night by a street gang, where she managed to seriously wound a couple before she was shot and then stabbed. She was found by one of the Smith family and turned, and she woke, finding her empathic abilities wer heightened into hearing even the thoughts behind someone's emotions. For this reason she puts on music to drown out others. Special Power: She is a very powerful Empath. This means anything to do with emotions, she can do. She can manipulate emotions as well as "Feel" the particular thoughts causing an emotion in someone. However, there is a catch: She feels it very, VERY physically, sometimes causing pain in her. This happens especially if she is touched by two or more people at the same time. Other: Sarah, despite her anti-sociality, longs for a mate. She also has a tattoo of huge raven wings on her back, along with thorned vines running down her arms, each ending with a red rose on the tops of her hands.
2,152	44	37	1,228	2,368	Klaus watched, the man under his arm paralyzed with fear as he watched his friends' blood get nearly sucked dry. The human might have thought them dead already, but he knew better and he frowned a bit as he gazed at the bodies. "There's nothing delicate about you," he said, raising his dark eyes back up to Riya as the corner of his lips pulled back into a half-smile. That certainly seemed true--she was far more confident than the newly turned vampire had met a couple decades ago as far as he recalled. "But I like a fight." With that, his gaze flickered back to Sarah as she spit on the pavement. He didn't tolerate new vampires very well, but they were easy to push around. With a shrug, he bit into the third man's neck, a hand gripping his mouth to stifle the scream as the paralysis was broken by pain. The blood was an instant energy boost for him and he hugged the man close to keep his arms at his side as he struggled. Klaus's mind was on the tick of his own watch as he gulped and quickly ten seconds had passed and then thirty... Then a minute and then two-- Unlike the others, it didn't seem like Klaus had an intention to drop the man to the ground merely unconscious. Left unstopped, he would finally pulled his lips away from a dead man's neck and drop the body before carefully wiping his lips with a handkerchief retrieved from his inner pocket. He pointedly glanced between the two others with a lick of his lips. "Now's not the time to leave your blood bags alive," he stated plainly. Riya at least may have caught his meaning, referring to the disappearing family member. Regardless, he was unsure how she had grown to feel about taking lives so he watched both with a impudent grin.	Klaus \| 2k \| Male Appearance: Klaus is tall and lean at 6', was turned in his late twenties, and almost looks like a man out of a perfume commercial: his high cheekbones, long eyelashes, and defined jawline makes him a perfect predator. He prefers to wear clothes that are in style, common, and fashionable to blend in with human society. His dark brown hair is usually lazily slicked back and accompanied by a thin, trimmed layer of hair along his jawline, chin, and upper lip. Unless you're waking up beside him, it's rare to see his shaggy mane disheveled and facial hair untrimmed. He has a pale and narrow face, complimented by a long and defined nose. His eyes are a dark brown, as well, though they occasionally seem to be almost red. When the vampire talks or laughs, it's not difficult to get a glimpse of his pointed fangs. Personality: Klaus comes off as very laid back and easy going, maybe even a little smug, but formal. He can be very charismatic and flirtatious, as well (his flirting can be rather goofy, making an especially friendly first impression). That said, he has a darker and more serious that comes out when he feels vulnerable or angry. Underneath the immediate exterior, he can be rather sadistic and cruel. If he catches you alone and doesn’t think any repercussions will come of it, he’ll be rather antagonizing. He believes he hasn't lived so long by being nice and he has done plenty of bad things. However, Klaus has many layers: at his core he's surprisingly romantic and idealistic. He appreciates faithfulness and is even loyal to his breed in general despite his general dislike of other vampires. He finds it difficult to trust others, but can and will open up about himself and his history if you earn his trust. Bio: Born in Athens, Greece just before Rome conquered the territory, Klaus was taken as a child slave. Orphaned, there wasn't many other options for him. His life as a slave was relatively decent, and he grew loyal and friendly to the boy who would grow to be his master. The bond between them was more comparable to friendship than it was slave and master, though the power dynamic became more and more obvious with age. Still, Klaus remained loyal if subdued. Besides, despite growing tall and big compared to others during the time period, he was given the cushy slave life: most of his chores involved cooking. He was even allowed to take a job to work to buy his freedom if he chose, but he was complacent. When the master grew old enough to marry, however, Klaus became enamored with the wife. She was full of life and strength and she was never afraid to remind you of it. Still, he kept his distance—he knew better: not only was he a slave and she a free woman, she was married to his master and friend. Despite this, the woman seemed drawn to Klaus, as well. Like many Romans, she was fascinated with Greek culture and the Greeks themselves, and he was far quieter and much more thoughtful than her husband. At first he would shy away from her advances, but he eventually warmed up to her and the two seemed to be in love. An affair continued behind the master’s back. One night, the master walked in on the lovers. Rather than take responsibility for the affair, the woman insisted that Klaus had forced himself upon her and he had little choice but to flee. The master was persistent, however, and was on his heels with city guards as the slave ran away. It wasn’t long before he was cornered, though he didn’t have a chance to defend himself—the men and master were slain by a single figure. Klaus thought he was safe until the killer turned on him. Unlike the other men, though, he awoke from death as a vampire. Despite saving his life, his sire was less than kind: Klaus was treated as a source of blood for his sire and was sexually abused. This kept him weak, and he was unable to venture out on his own for a long time. It was only when he was allowed to leave that he did, about twenty five years since his rebirth. By this point in his life, Klaus had come to detest slavery for obvious reasons. The circumstances of his turning has made him relatively weak for a vampire; vampires his age--and even younger--have been able to best him since and he is still very aware of his weakness. Klaus continued through life on his own. He dodged other vampires out of fear and he definitely did his best to avoid getting tangled up with slayers throughout the centuries. Though one night, he came across the beginnings of the Binachi family. They were careful, of course, but far kinder than other vampires Klaus had had the displeasure of knowing. He had been fleeing from old hunters and he was well aware of his weakness compared to others so he asked for refuge. They accepted, but he remained anxious around other vampires, so he did not join the family formally. However, he has grown to appreciate them and checks in on the Binachi-Smiths whenever he's around. He's in Colorado for Olivia, and seeks to help her with the threat to her family. While he does intend to maintain his independence, he can't help but enjoy the company. Power: None, actually, and a fact he keeps to himself. Despite being such an old vampire, Klaus is relatively weak due to the life he had after being turned. Even his enhanced speed, strength, and senses are dull compared to Olivia's. Other: - Klaus has turned only two others into vampires throughout his long life. - He's bisexual and ambidextrous. - He poses among humans as a traveling artist. - He enjoys art, piano, billards/pool, language, and travel
2,153	44	38	2,614	1,889	Maple shrugged as Teodora went off to find Soma. Glancing around the bar, she had other worries. She walked out onto the dance floor, quickly finding a suitable victim. A nervous young man, he couldn't possibly be any older than she herself looked. Perfect. "Glad to see I'm not the only one here breaking a few rules.." She smiled playfully at the guy as she walked up to him. "So how old are you? 19? 20?" He looked surprised that she'd figured him out, but as he took a moment to stutter out an answer he tried to shift his expression to look more flirtatious. Tried. "What'cha talking about? I'm 21, as of today." He winked at her, and she laughed. This guy was kind of pathetic. "Really? So am I!" She grinned at him, her fangs thankfully still hidden. She leaned into him and dropped her cheery act, taking on a much more suggestive tone. "What d'ya say we celebrate together?" She didn't even need to look at him to know he was blushing, she could hear the blood in his body rushing to his cheeks and, other places too. He put an arm around her shoulders, and as he leaned in to answer she tilted her head up and whispered in his ear. "I'd really like to get out of here though, too many people for my tastes..." He pulled away in a moment of surprise, and then after glancing around the room he took her hand and led her to the door to the men's room. So eager, so easily caught. She smirked at him as she locked the door behind her, checking to make sure no one else was in the bathroom as she did. He didn't waste any time, pushing her up against a wall as they began to kiss. As good as it felt, she just wasn't interested in this at the moment. She pulled away from him enough that she could start kissing his neck, wrapping her arms around him so he couldn't run. "You'd better not scream..." The last noise he made before she sank her fangs into him was a confused grunt of sorts, and soon he was hanging limp in her arms. She didn't kill him, if she did this place would probably get closed down or something. As soon as he passed out, she let go of him, his body falling to the floor by the sinks as she wiped the blood from her mouth with a paper towel. "Much better." She hummed lightly to herself as she unlocked the door and left, returning to the table where she'd left Kyle at before. She wasn't done for the night, but she'd wait for the rest of the family to arrive before feeding any more. She wasn't on the verge of jumping at anyone anymore, at least. She sat at the booth and pulled Kyle into her arms as she did, whispering to the bunny about what he'd observed while she was gone. "Well, no one gives a crap about a randoms stuffed rabbit on the tables at least. I got a few looks but no one approached the table. I did notice you leave the room with that poor boy though. Is he still alive?" "Yeah. I figured it'd be bad to leave a corpse in there, so now it just looks like he's passed out drunk. Can't say he'll be okay though once he's found. Pretty sure he's underage." "You're underage." "No i'm not..." She grinned at the rabbit as he sighed. "You sure don't look 100 years old to me." "Which is why it's so awesome that it's true."	Name: Maple Bianchi Age: 138 (Appears to be 19-20) Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: In a few words: Kind, secretive, observant, playful, joyful, and confident. She's normally a quiet girl, but not really shy. She's always got a smile on her face, either because she's usually able to find something to be happy about, or for other's sakes. She may not be brave enough to run head-on into danger, or even sure that she'll make it through whatever obstacles she comes across, but she has confidence that in the end everything will turn out alright. She often keeps her thoughts to herself unless she's trying to cheer someone up. She has a tendency to be rude or violent when she feels even slightly threatened, often starting fights and causing herself to make a few enemies. Bio: Maple was orphaned at a young age along with her older brother. The city they lived in was harsh, an almost impossible place for even the toughest of adults to live in. A year passed before the two met a Vampire of the Bianchi family, who took a passing interest in the children. He helped them in small ways whenever he saw them, and as time went on he began to consider turning them, and raising them as his own. At the time he had doubts of if he should or not, his family may not have approved and tried to kill the children if they found out. He dallied for months, each day knowing that if he didn't act the two could die anyway, and then he'd have no chance at helping them. What finally pushed him to decide was just what he feared. A sickness spread throughout the land, and the boy fell ill and died shortly after. Maple never left his side even after he passed on, and was just starting to show signs of the illness when the vampire found her. She was hesitant to go with the man, though she liked him well enough, she was also frightened of this man she'd only ever seen at night. She eventually gave in to his request to come with him however, as she realized that her brother was not going to wake up again. The vampire, now her father, took her to an inn, where he waited until she fell asleep to turn her. She was brought to meet the family in three days time, after her father was sure that she was healthy enough, and fully a vampire. She was met with mixed feelings from the family members, but her father protected her from any harsh thought or action against her. She came to care about each member of the family as she grew, and in time she felt she was accepted more and more as a family member herself. Almost a decade later, her father died protecting her from a Vampire hunter, who she hunted down herself in revenge. Special Power: SOUL MANIPULATION - Maple can trap the souls of those she's killed into any nearby object, forcing them to fight for her. The items they are trapped in are able to move of their own control, unless she commands them to do something else. They are incapable of allowing any harm to come to her without attempting to stop it. Most of the ones she's made have been destroyed, she only has 3 at the moment. At one point she had 17 Trapped Souls under her command, an army of knick-knacks and things. Other: Enjoys all things about nature, especially thunderstorms. She will often stand outside in the rain, just watching the beauty of lightning flashing across the sky. Her worst fear is that no matter how long she lives, she'll never find anyone she loves as much as she loved her brother before she was turned. Kyle Farr (Hunny) Farr was once a vampire hunter who had the sad misfortune of running into Maple and her father only a few months after she'd been turned. She caused his death, whether from wounding him or from drinking him dry the two have yet to find out. As he died, her power came to light, and the hunter's soul became trapped within her beloved stuffed rabbit, Honey. The two are friendly to each other now, in fact Kyle's knowledge of Hunter tactics and his newfound inability to allow his master to come to harm in any way has saved her life many times. Li-Ren (Blade) hunter that killed her father, Li-Ren was mercilessly hunted by Maple for almost a decade before he finally died by her hand. She placed his soul into the very dagger that struck him down, as her final justice. Li-Ren has served her well in all battles since then. Jasmine (Amulet) strange case. Jasmine was a human that Maple had become friends with. They spent years together, until Jasmine found out that Maple was a vampire, and in fleeing from her found her death by falling into the river. She couldn't swim. Maple pulled her out of the water only a few minutes before her heart stopped. In an effort to keep her friend with her, to explain and perhaps give the girl a second chance at life, Maple had tried to turn her friend, but failed as her heart gave out too quickly. Jasmine haunted her for almost a year before Maple caught her wandering soul, tying Jasmine to an amulet her father had given her. Jasmine is constantly with Maple, and as she is imprisoned within an object not very well-suited for moving around and doing things, she has an ability that the others do not. If the locket is opened, she can surround Maple with a shield made of shadows. This stops most projectiles, and sunlight from reaching Maple, but can only be used for a short time.
2,154	44	39	1,085	511	Through the subdued lighting and crowd of shifting bodies, Soma could make out the silhouette of a young woman approaching. His eyes met with hers as she emerged from the shadows into the dim light that fell over the bar counter. He recognized her, and a glint of relief bled through in his slightly stern expression. "Oh...it's just you." The tenseness in his posture faded and he managed a half smile, looking down at Teodora somewhat obliviously. A face he had only seen a few times before during his sparse walks among the halls of the family estate. "Sorry...I thought you were..." He paused for a moment, passing a brief gaze toward the door just as the other of the familiar scents left to the bathrooms with her newly acquired prey. "Nevermind...What brings you to this hole in the wall?"	Name: Leon Bianchi Age: He doesn't give a damn about his age anymore Gender: Male Leon is approximately 6'4, well built and heavily muscled. His eyes are very dark in color, with a red tint to them. The limbal ring, however, is a startling red color, vastly standing out against the nearly black eye. When talking, it seems like he has a nearly permanent sneer on his face. He is covered with a multitude of tattoos, one located on his left leg, a dragon, the tail beginning on his foot, before spiraling up his leg to where the head rests on his hip, fire surrounding the dragon and blazing out of its mouth. Another, located on his left arm, is this series of animals, containing a eagle, deer, wolf, owl, and coyote. this flame tattoo located on his right forearm. As well as froza written across his chest. Personality: Leon can simply be described as a hot head. He is angry, hard, and cold. This slightest thing can set him off, and it would be within nearly everyone's well being if they stayed out of his way during one of his fits of anger. For Leon, his anger is one that simply continues to build on with time instead of fading into a lack of care. Deep inside, he is a distraught man. His anger stems from his anger at himself, and he is tired of life. He still has not come to terms with many of the previous events in his life, despite the time that has passed since then. He pushes everyone away for fear of being hurt, leading to a largely solitary life when it would have been more useful to him to allow people in. There is one person however, someone who has become his older sister, who can understand him more then most. Olivia is one of the few people that can manage to calm him if she gets close enough, but in his fits of rage he does not notice who specific people are, and could still end up causing injury. His feedings are violent, aggressive, often letting his pent up anger out on his victim. There is one thing he would never do, he never leaves a person alive after feeding, believing that to be torturing them due to his past history. Bio: Leon, before being changed into a vampire, lived a rough life. He was abused, and ended up being dragged into a different vampire family where he was used repeatedly as a source of food. When he finally managed to escape, he fled for his life, trying to be free of the never ending cycle. He would finally feel back to normal from a feeding, and then in would come the next one. He was finally free. However, during the time of his freedom, depression and anger caught up with him. He continued to spiral down, before giving up on life. He attempted to kill himself. But, he was found by a man, who so happened to be a member of the Bianchi family. His life was saved, and he was turned into a vampire. Was he happy? No. In no way was he happy. The amount of times he had to be held back from attempting to end his life with a variety of methods, several times it being Olivia that stopped him. He was very prone to violent outbursts, often involving his new found power of controlling fire. He had always been a pyromaniac, enjoying watching fire and setting things a light. And that followed him into a vampire, but increasing with his ability to create and control the fire. Special Power: pyrokinesis Other: If he is found staring down at his forearms, where his tattoos are covering, leave him be, unless your character is Olivia, or your character wants a face full of fire. He has a pet dragon, Rudos, who he met many many years ago. Rudos is full sized, stretched out he is the length from his shoulder to his hand, but Rudos prefers to simply sit on Leon's shoulder, tail wrapped around the back of his neck and the draping down his front
2,155	44	40	387	977	Teodora relaxed, seeing that Soma wasn't too tense and polite. She clambered into a seat at the bar, close enough that he could see the lazy smile on her face as she rested her elbows on the bar, putting her head in her hands. "Just me? I think I deserve more of a greeting than you think?" Teodora flirted, and then tried to wink. "You know what, gah, it's a lost cause, I can't flirt, fake or not." When Soma asked what had brought Teodora to the bar, she chuckled. "What always brings me outside the manor. Food, and of course, 'Livia. Teodora said, and then snorted. "\She's ordered us to stay here until she, Leon, Riya, the new va- I mean, friend- arrive here for a feeding. She asked me and Maple to find you and get you to stay here. 'Livia wants you on the hunt tonight, for some reason."	Teodora Bianchi Age: Stopped counting a long time ago Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Personality: - Paranoid - Ladylike - Charming - Stubborn - Snappish - Caring - Likes Children - Reclusive History: Teodora can't remember much of her life before she was turned- or, rather, she tries not to remember. She was turned when she was very young- seven or so. Ever since she can remember, Teodora has been content to stay behind whoever was the head of the family at the time. She had never had crazy ambitions anyways. Special Ability: Teodora is able to tell the future. There are multiple ways she can do this, including meditation and even violent prophetic dreams. Other: - Teodora has what humans like to call insomnia. She has trouble sleeping, leading to her sleep-deprived appearance. The only thing that can stave this off is sleeping pills. - She spends most of her time in her chambers, leading her to be rarely seen around the house. - Teodora enjoys reading, loving to browse through old compendiums and encyclopedias with quite a few fiction novels in between.
2,156	44	41	1,085	511	A humble chuckle managed its way out of the otherwise reserved bartender, finding Teodora's half attempt at flirting somewhat charming. However his smile quickly returned to a more mulish expression as she spoke of hunting. "Oh...Is that so?..." Soma shifted his gaze down into the empty depths of a smudged beer mug that sat in front of him just on the other side of the counter. "Well that's too bad for 'Livia. I don't hunt anymore." In spite of the instinctual hunger Soma felt every day, he never enjoyed feeding off humans. It was one of the main reasons his presence among the family was so obscure. Though he has killed before, it's something he strictly avoids. Soma's brow furrowed as he thought more about it. Teodora could see him briskly handling something behind the counter. The sound of a wooden cupboard opening and closing abruptly clapped out from below as the bartender slapped something onto counter. It was a bag of dark liquid. Just as briskly as he produced the bag, he punctured it with a knife, tearing a hole into its flimsy side and emptying the slightly viscus contents into the beer mug that sat in front of him. The liquid gleamed red as it poured through the air, filling the mug to about half before the contents of the bag were empty, leaving a red stained swath of plastic marked with hospital labels. "If you're hungry then here..." With a hollow clack, Soma heavily set the blood filled mug down on the wooden counter a few inches from Teodora. The chilled crimson fluid nearly spilled before settling in the mug. "There you go. Drink up..." A tinge of disdain bled through in the tone of his voice as he presented the drink. A cocktail he himself was quite familiar with, being his diet for years now. It was just one of the many illegally procured blood bags he kept near him most of all the time. Tossing the bag into a metallic trashcan underneath the bar counter, Soma grabbed a towel and began wiping some spilled blood off his fingers. "Or I guess you can do what your friend is doing and go suck off some poor vagrant in the bathroom."	Name: Leon Bianchi Age: He doesn't give a damn about his age anymore Gender: Male Leon is approximately 6'4, well built and heavily muscled. His eyes are very dark in color, with a red tint to them. The limbal ring, however, is a startling red color, vastly standing out against the nearly black eye. When talking, it seems like he has a nearly permanent sneer on his face. He is covered with a multitude of tattoos, one located on his left leg, a dragon, the tail beginning on his foot, before spiraling up his leg to where the head rests on his hip, fire surrounding the dragon and blazing out of its mouth. Another, located on his left arm, is this series of animals, containing a eagle, deer, wolf, owl, and coyote. this flame tattoo located on his right forearm. As well as froza written across his chest. Personality: Leon can simply be described as a hot head. He is angry, hard, and cold. This slightest thing can set him off, and it would be within nearly everyone's well being if they stayed out of his way during one of his fits of anger. For Leon, his anger is one that simply continues to build on with time instead of fading into a lack of care. Deep inside, he is a distraught man. His anger stems from his anger at himself, and he is tired of life. He still has not come to terms with many of the previous events in his life, despite the time that has passed since then. He pushes everyone away for fear of being hurt, leading to a largely solitary life when it would have been more useful to him to allow people in. There is one person however, someone who has become his older sister, who can understand him more then most. Olivia is one of the few people that can manage to calm him if she gets close enough, but in his fits of rage he does not notice who specific people are, and could still end up causing injury. His feedings are violent, aggressive, often letting his pent up anger out on his victim. There is one thing he would never do, he never leaves a person alive after feeding, believing that to be torturing them due to his past history. Bio: Leon, before being changed into a vampire, lived a rough life. He was abused, and ended up being dragged into a different vampire family where he was used repeatedly as a source of food. When he finally managed to escape, he fled for his life, trying to be free of the never ending cycle. He would finally feel back to normal from a feeding, and then in would come the next one. He was finally free. However, during the time of his freedom, depression and anger caught up with him. He continued to spiral down, before giving up on life. He attempted to kill himself. But, he was found by a man, who so happened to be a member of the Bianchi family. His life was saved, and he was turned into a vampire. Was he happy? No. In no way was he happy. The amount of times he had to be held back from attempting to end his life with a variety of methods, several times it being Olivia that stopped him. He was very prone to violent outbursts, often involving his new found power of controlling fire. He had always been a pyromaniac, enjoying watching fire and setting things a light. And that followed him into a vampire, but increasing with his ability to create and control the fire. Special Power: pyrokinesis Other: If he is found staring down at his forearms, where his tattoos are covering, leave him be, unless your character is Olivia, or your character wants a face full of fire. He has a pet dragon, Rudos, who he met many many years ago. Rudos is full sized, stretched out he is the length from his shoulder to his hand, but Rudos prefers to simply sit on Leon's shoulder, tail wrapped around the back of his neck and the draping down his front
2,157	44	42	387	977	Teodora raised her eyebrow. "I respect your decision to not feed off of humans, but my sister does not stand down. She will make you come on the hunt, whether you like it or not." she spoke quietly. "Honestly, at your age I would have done the same, but in ancient times, there were no blood bags. You have so many options today. Be glad of the fact that you don't have to drink from them and just follow her orders." Teodora finished her soliloquy, sweeping the drink off of the table and taking a sip. "Blood bags are so much more delectable than humans these days, don't you think? Certainly better than that no-good vagrant Maple is feeding off of in the bathroom."	Teodora Bianchi Age: Stopped counting a long time ago Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Personality: - Paranoid - Ladylike - Charming - Stubborn - Snappish - Caring - Likes Children - Reclusive History: Teodora can't remember much of her life before she was turned- or, rather, she tries not to remember. She was turned when she was very young- seven or so. Ever since she can remember, Teodora has been content to stay behind whoever was the head of the family at the time. She had never had crazy ambitions anyways. Special Ability: Teodora is able to tell the future. There are multiple ways she can do this, including meditation and even violent prophetic dreams. Other: - Teodora has what humans like to call insomnia. She has trouble sleeping, leading to her sleep-deprived appearance. The only thing that can stave this off is sleeping pills. - She spends most of her time in her chambers, leading her to be rarely seen around the house. - Teodora enjoys reading, loving to browse through old compendiums and encyclopedias with quite a few fiction novels in between.
2,158	44	43	1,159	3,531	Amelia Averyonna Riya, Sarah, and Klaus' little talk between each other didn't last long before an interruption came along. It wasn't much at first, just a subtle distortion in their surroundings, as if they were water with a small wave passing through them. However, these 'waves' quickly grew in intensity and frequency for a minute before stopping, with no noticeable change to their surroundings. Then from the walls, what looked like butterflies began emerging. They obviously weren't natural butterflies, as other then their method of appearing as they were a bright, neon purple and glowed in the dark alley as they floated around. Eventually, they seemed to shatter in a shower of purple light just as a loud crash was heard from around the corner. When they looked in the direction the noise had come from, they would find the source. A young girl, likely in her preteen years, who looked disheveled at best and outright trashed at worse, struggling to stay on her feet as she examined the scene before her. Her hair was a mess and looked like it was, in need of a good wash. In fact, everything about the girl, from her skin to her cloths, was covered in dirt, as if she had been stumbling through the country side for days on end by herself. Her cloths consisted of a plain white t-shirt, which other then being covered in dirt and being torn in several places, sported a giant bloodstain that started from her heart and down to where her shirt met the pair was ruined blue-jeans she was wearing. As she examined the group, her dark red eyes seemed to glow for a second before she took another step towards them. "Bainchi... Smith." The girl mumbled before collapsing, her energy apparently spent. The sound of something metal hitting the pavement could be heard and with anyone in the group looked, they would find an amulet gripped tightly in the girl's right hand, the Kroshinkov family crest clearly displayed on the front of it.	Name: Amelia Artemia Averyonna Age: 11 (Recently turned) Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Amelia is a kind and shy young girl who, while initially finding it difficult, enjoys spending time with others. She is a pacifist, finding that violence leads to nothing but hate, anger, and more violence, and refuses to raise a hand in self-defense, though she is fine with using her powers to get out a sticky situation. In conversation, she is kind and well-mannered, rarely getting angry and sometimes showing an amazing amount of maturity for her age. At heart though, Amelia is still a child and wants someone to care for her and teach and give her attention. She also has a giant sweet tooth and loves candy of all kinds. In private, Amelia tends to wallow in guilt over the loss of her first friend and the person who turned her into a vampire, Dimitri Kroshinkov. Bio: Amelia has led a tough life. Her never knew her parents and spent most of her early being moved from foster home to foster home, never fitting in with any of them and also suffering from health issues that the families simply couldn't pay for. Eventually, while still only the tender age of seven, the young girl ran away from her latest home in rural Pennsylvania, running through the night and well into the morning, trying to leave the life she knew and hated behind in exchange for an uncertain future. Thankfully, luck was on Amelia's side. After being on her own for a week she came across an old house, seemingly abandoned, and decided she would try to make if her home alone in the woods. She spent the rest of that day scavenging for supplies or exploring the small home, finding only on detail of the house that stood out, that being the locked basement. When she settled down for the night, she got the fright of her life when the basement opened up and a tall, pale man walked out of it. He turned towards the young intruder and approached her silently, appraising her with bright red eyes. When he was standing right in front of her, he leaved down, reached out... and gently pat her on the head while giving her a kind smile. The man was Dimitri Kroshinkov, a vampire from Russia who had come to America centuries ago and had a soft spot for children. He quickly struck up a conversation with Amelia before leaving to hunt for the night. The two would begin living a peaceful life together with Dimitri helping the young human survive and Amelia giving him the company he had not enjoyed for some time. During this time together Dimitri's presence in the area became known to a group of vampire hunters and they actively began pursuing him. Knowing they would find his little home and would likely interrogate, if not torture, Amelia when they found her, Dimitri fled the area taking her with him. The two would spend the next couple of years on the run, the group pursuing them wherever they went. Knowing they would eventually get caught, Dimitri headed for Denver to try and get Amelia in the protection of the Smith and Bianchi families, the latter of whom he was acquainted with. The pair never made it, as the hunters managed to get ahead of the two and ambushed them. In the beginning of the ensuing fight, Amelia suffered an injury that wasn't immediately fatal but would no doubt prove to be for an human. Dimitri, enraged at the sight, flew into a blood rage and managed to overpower and kill the hunters by himself but suffered an injury of his own that would lead to the end of his undead life. Fighting through the pain as his body began falling apart, he gave the still barely living Amelia two final gifts before he passed away: the first gift was a locket with his family crest for so to the Smiths and Bianchis and the second was the gift of vampirism. Since then, Amelia has made her way to Denver, trying to adjust to her knew found abilities and limitations. She is now making her way to the Bianchi/Smith mansion, seeking shelter. Special Power: Amelia is a Mesmer, allowing her to warp the senses of others to create illusions. However, due to her young age, both as a human and a vampire, her powers are unstable. While usually weak, when upset she can create powerful illusions and border on real, but has no control over them, showing the great potential she can have as she gets older. 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2,159	44	44	1,085	511	A few tense moments passed before Soma relaxed once again, realizing his subdued aggression was misplaced as Teodora expressed her feelings on live feeding. Something the bartender could empathize with. "I'm sorry...I'm..." Soma hung the blood stained rag behind the bar and relaxed against the counter's edge, coming down to eye level with Teodora. A somber look subtly bled through in the green glint of his eyes as he looked at her, letting his chin rest against his fist. "...I'm not quite used to this yet...even after almost six years now." He chuckled a bit, letting a faint smile return to his visage. "Give me another hundred and maybe I won't mind." Music kicked up as another scantily clad performer took to the show stage. Letting out a brief sigh, Soma drew back, pulling a pack of menthols from his vest pocket. "I need a smoke. It's been a busy night." Stepping out from behind the counter, Soma signaled to one of the waitresses with a small gesture of his hand before grabbing his black pinstripe coat off the end of the bar. With his jacket folded over one arm, Soma approached Teodora through the shuffling bodies and leaned in close to her ear, speaking softly, but loud enough to be heard through the dull roar of the crowd and blare of music. "Care to join me?"	Name: Leon Bianchi Age: He doesn't give a damn about his age anymore Gender: Male Leon is approximately 6'4, well built and heavily muscled. His eyes are very dark in color, with a red tint to them. The limbal ring, however, is a startling red color, vastly standing out against the nearly black eye. When talking, it seems like he has a nearly permanent sneer on his face. He is covered with a multitude of tattoos, one located on his left leg, a dragon, the tail beginning on his foot, before spiraling up his leg to where the head rests on his hip, fire surrounding the dragon and blazing out of its mouth. Another, located on his left arm, is this series of animals, containing a eagle, deer, wolf, owl, and coyote. this flame tattoo located on his right forearm. As well as froza written across his chest. Personality: Leon can simply be described as a hot head. He is angry, hard, and cold. This slightest thing can set him off, and it would be within nearly everyone's well being if they stayed out of his way during one of his fits of anger. For Leon, his anger is one that simply continues to build on with time instead of fading into a lack of care. Deep inside, he is a distraught man. His anger stems from his anger at himself, and he is tired of life. He still has not come to terms with many of the previous events in his life, despite the time that has passed since then. He pushes everyone away for fear of being hurt, leading to a largely solitary life when it would have been more useful to him to allow people in. There is one person however, someone who has become his older sister, who can understand him more then most. Olivia is one of the few people that can manage to calm him if she gets close enough, but in his fits of rage he does not notice who specific people are, and could still end up causing injury. His feedings are violent, aggressive, often letting his pent up anger out on his victim. There is one thing he would never do, he never leaves a person alive after feeding, believing that to be torturing them due to his past history. Bio: Leon, before being changed into a vampire, lived a rough life. He was abused, and ended up being dragged into a different vampire family where he was used repeatedly as a source of food. When he finally managed to escape, he fled for his life, trying to be free of the never ending cycle. He would finally feel back to normal from a feeding, and then in would come the next one. He was finally free. However, during the time of his freedom, depression and anger caught up with him. He continued to spiral down, before giving up on life. He attempted to kill himself. But, he was found by a man, who so happened to be a member of the Bianchi family. His life was saved, and he was turned into a vampire. Was he happy? No. In no way was he happy. The amount of times he had to be held back from attempting to end his life with a variety of methods, several times it being Olivia that stopped him. He was very prone to violent outbursts, often involving his new found power of controlling fire. He had always been a pyromaniac, enjoying watching fire and setting things a light. And that followed him into a vampire, but increasing with his ability to create and control the fire. Special Power: pyrokinesis Other: If he is found staring down at his forearms, where his tattoos are covering, leave him be, unless your character is Olivia, or your character wants a face full of fire. He has a pet dragon, Rudos, who he met many many years ago. Rudos is full sized, stretched out he is the length from his shoulder to his hand, but Rudos prefers to simply sit on Leon's shoulder, tail wrapped around the back of his neck and the draping down his front
2,160	44	45	2,271	25	Vermilla glared harden on the ground her happy tone gone as she said "I...am...NOT..a Vampire hunter". Her teeth were clinched as she glared at the floor. "For your information why would I point out that monster if I brought him here...I want nothing to do with them". She was thinking hard on doing something stupid and let them kill her but her positive side told her that it wouldnt help change her family views if she did that. She had her hands in a tight fist digging her nails into her palm but not enough to bleed. She followed Leon refusing to speak further but her head was making a check list on stuff places in the city she can move to lay low for a month. She liked the city to much to move away but needed to hide. She hated her family and her left eyebrow had twitch every few seconds because of her anger.	Name: Vermilla Winchester(haha supernatural reference) Age: 19 Gender: Female Personality: Outgoing, Optimistic, Charismatic, Active, and Caring Bio: Vermilla comes from a family of hunters. What she didnt know until recent is not just any hunters but Vampire hunters. No one in her family told her because from an early age they knew they would try and fight them. Vermilla cares for all kinds of life be cute snails to 'Monster'. Her family tried to tell Vermilla Vampires are monsters and Vermilla promptly reminded them because of a single person act doesnt mean they are all the same. When she saw her parents were so closed minded and saw only black and white she left. She currently works at multiple jobs. She currently working at a vet office(Secretary), flower shop(cashier), and a library(Library Assistant(ranges from stocking and cleaning type work)). She lives with a wealthy family friend in the area but is located in basement or attic depending on her hosts temper. The basement is preferred but when they are upset at everyone but her she sent to the attic which has no furniture and is very dirty. She could careless about that arrangement because as long as she doesnt have to listen to her family cruel thoughts on any being life that isnt human. Special Power: None supernatural power but is trained in gymnastic, self defense, multiple types of range weapons from guns to bows, and is known to have Eidetic memory. Other: Vermilla biggest fear is being hurt and has multiple walls up. She always seems outgoing and optimistic but with her family being cruel people and her now ex fiance cheating she hiding a very dark desire but her optimistic side has been keeping the dark desire from surfacing and that is why Vermilla has that wall. Its to prevent anyone from making her fall into her dark desire.
2,161	44	46	1,729	158	Leon's minor confusions was quickly erased. He could feel the shift in the air immediately upon Olivia's realization. Rudos, feeling the change, scrambled up onto his shoulder, wings flared out slightly with a hiss. Rudos's size, while apearing unthreatening, assisted in fights due to the family to quickly move and react. Leon'a previously barely veiled anger and hunger sprung out on his face, baring his aching fangs with a low snarl. Within the blink of an eye, the distance between himself and Vermilla was closed, standing directly behind the girl. His fingers twitched, wishing to reach out and kill, to satisfy part of his hunger and dispatch of a apparent threat. After his orders were given, Leon let out a snarl," why not just let me kill her. Just removing another threat to our families." He obviously did not care about the girls frustrated behavior as she adamantly stated she wasn't a hunter, a snort escaping. "Like a hunter would freely admit to being one while being surrounded by vampires." With a final glare at Olivia, he grabbed the girl by the arm, tugging her to where they were to be waiting. He then pushed her down into a seat. He snapped," keep your hands visible at all times or else I'll take them off. He then began pacing across the room, constantly keeping his eyes on the girl.	Name: Olivia Bianchi Age: A lady never reveals her age. It’s poor manners. Gender: Female Personality: She is the leader of a Vampire family. She is everything you could imagine a Vampire leader would be. She is the strong silent type that prefers to watch, listen, analyze, and only speak when she has something to say. This my no means she is cold or harsh. She is actually quite loving and protective of all that live within her mansion. If there are problems within the family, she does her duty as a leader to solve them. The only time she becomes upset or angry is when people mess with her family. She tends to be materialistic and greedy. She has an obsession with staying wealthy. If you were to ask her for money, she would most likely say no. Unless your name happens to be Riya. Bio: After her parents (the women that turned her) died in a fight with lycans, Olivia became the head of the family Bianchi. She didn’t ask for this role, she even tried to run away from the expectations suddenly thrust upon her. But somehow she always found herself back with her family. Once she accepted her role as the leader, she moved her whole family from Italy to America where they have bounced from one location to the next. She decided on Denver because marijuana has recently become legal and the family is making a killing off selling it legally in Colorado. She spends her days sealed tightly away in her mansion, handling business behind closed doors and blackout curtains. At night, she frequents the many bars and clubs her family owns, often grabbing a late night snack from pretty girls or men. Special Power: Hypnosis. This only works on humans that are susceptible. Those with a closed guarded mind are not able to become hypnotized. Other: She has a weak spot for Riya. Since she can walk through the daylight without dying, Olivia often asks her to run errands for her. She also hates it that Riya flirts with everyone since she has a not-so-secret crush on her.
2,162	44	47	1,729	158	We will see Little One... Olivia answered the girl and smiled unkindly. Then she turned her attention to Leon, "We can't kill her yet. She may have more information. Once I send the others back, wait for me by my room. We have some serious business to discuss. Ryia can watch this one until I am ready to speak with her myself." Olivia eyed the dragon on Leon's shoulder. She had never been fond of Leon's little pet, but kept her mouth shut. The little dragon seemed to bring Leon some type of happiness... or at least distracted him from his anger toward the world. "As it seems you will not be hunting tonight I will bring you back a meal brother. Please try not to eat the prisoner." Olivia's face softened as she teased her brother. Once Leon and Vermilla had left the room, Olivia raced out of the house. The scent of the male vampire hunter was faint. He had left as soon as the girl had spoken. Maybe she was telling the truth, maybe she wasn't. They would find our soon enough. A sneer spread across Olivia's round face and her violet eyes sparked red for a moment before Olivia caught herself. "Shadow! The hunter is gone, thank you for trying to find him. You may either guard the outside of the mansion or return to Leon and the girl. But if you return inside be sure to stay visible. I want the girl to understand that she will not get away from this place unharmed." With that Olivia sprung forward and jumped from roof to roof, searching for her family. On her way to the club, she caught the scent of Riya, Sarah, and blood. The smell of blood made her mouth water, but she ignored the sensation. She jumped from a roof and landed gracefully on her feet in front of the girls. It wasn't until she landed did she realize there was a man present as well. Olivia was about to round on the strange figure when the smell of her old friend filled her nostrils. "Klaus... My friend. I am glad you have come." Olivia let a small smile spread across her face. Klaus had been a friend of the family, and her, for many years. She knew about his weaknesses as a vampire, but his expertise on vampire hunters was greatly desired. "We will talk more once return to the mansion. Until then we need to...leave..." Olivia looked at the lifeless body at Klaus' feet and the other two barely conscious men beside Riya and Sarah. Olivia's face turned to stone as she realized what she had walked into. "Riya... I told you to take her to...never mind. I will discuss this with you later. Finish your meals and let's go find the others. Something has come up. I had other business to attend to tonight, but it will wait for later." She turned to leave the alley. It was only then did she see the small girl passed out on the ground. The girl smelled like a vampire, but she had not been one for long. Only just recently turned, not too long before Sarah. Olivia cautiously approached the girl and lifted her head with the tip of her boot. She was a pretty little thing, but what was she doing here? Olivia sighed and spoke to the three behind her. "Take the girl back to the mansion and place her in my bed chambers. Ryia, in the waiting area of the mansion there is a young human girl. Use the medical equipment and draw some blood form her. Do not take too much, just enough to help this poor girl heal. Have Leon hold the human girl down if she fights. Keep this young vampire in my room until I return." Before leaving the alley, Olivia spotted something glinting in the girls hand. She bent down and pulled it lose. Another sigh, this time in with a name attached. "Dimitri..." Olivia looked over her shoulder one final time. "Those men better be dead before you leave this alley. Klaus, please insure my orders are followed then return to the mansion." With one final jump she bounded off in the direction of the club. Upon arrival at the club, the scent of blood almost overwhelmed her. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Olivia walked through the front doors of the club and pushed past drunks and pot heads alike. Her eyes traveled around the club in search of Maple and her sister. She found her sister first as well as another figure she had not seen in awhile. She approached them both. "Good work Sis. I see someone was able to follow orders tonight." She kissed her sister gently on the cheeks with a smile, as if she were meeting a friend at the bar. She eyed the glass full of blood, then turned to Soma. "I see you still prefer bag wine..." Olivia smiled referring to the blood in the mug she knew to be from a blood bag. "Never could stand the stuff myself. Anyhow, I need you to return to the mansion with Maple, Teodora, and myself. Something has come up and I don't want you out here alone. Do not argue with me on this, just do it. Also, as we return to the mansion, we should keep a look out for Kraven, I would like for him to return to the mansion as well. God only knows what he is up to..." With that Olivia winked at them both, maintaining a calm exterior while the thoughts were racing inside her head. She walked away from the bar to find Maple. On her way she caught sight of a pretty girl watching her. Olivia approached her and slid a hand around her waist. The girl was instantly trapped in Olivia's hypnotism. "Come dear. You are going to help me find a friend and then return home with me. You will be most helpful to my family tonight." The girl nodded and followed Olivia in a Zombie like state as Olivia continued her search for Maple.	Name: Olivia Bianchi Age: A lady never reveals her age. It’s poor manners. Gender: Female Personality: She is the leader of a Vampire family. She is everything you could imagine a Vampire leader would be. She is the strong silent type that prefers to watch, listen, analyze, and only speak when she has something to say. This my no means she is cold or harsh. She is actually quite loving and protective of all that live within her mansion. If there are problems within the family, she does her duty as a leader to solve them. The only time she becomes upset or angry is when people mess with her family. She tends to be materialistic and greedy. She has an obsession with staying wealthy. If you were to ask her for money, she would most likely say no. Unless your name happens to be Riya. Bio: After her parents (the women that turned her) died in a fight with lycans, Olivia became the head of the family Bianchi. She didn’t ask for this role, she even tried to run away from the expectations suddenly thrust upon her. But somehow she always found herself back with her family. Once she accepted her role as the leader, she moved her whole family from Italy to America where they have bounced from one location to the next. She decided on Denver because marijuana has recently become legal and the family is making a killing off selling it legally in Colorado. She spends her days sealed tightly away in her mansion, handling business behind closed doors and blackout curtains. At night, she frequents the many bars and clubs her family owns, often grabbing a late night snack from pretty girls or men. Special Power: Hypnosis. This only works on humans that are susceptible. Those with a closed guarded mind are not able to become hypnotized. Other: She has a weak spot for Riya. Since she can walk through the daylight without dying, Olivia often asks her to run errands for her. She also hates it that Riya flirts with everyone since she has a not-so-secret crush on her.
2,163	44	48	2,271	25	Vermilla glared hard at Leon and said "I am NOT a hunter, Yes I had vampire hunters in my family but they are monster killing because of fear of not understanding". Leon did hit a nerve because he basically gave her the idea she could get him to kill her easily and said "Kill me than I dont care. Im not going to do anything too please you. I could never kill any being". She kept glare on Leon and got annoyed with Pacing especially because when she caught her ex cheating that was all she could do and seeing it reminded her of the betrayal she snapped "Stop pacing like an idiot there no point in it. It doesnt help anyone". A thought hit Vermilla and asked "Are you upset because your hungry...I get that way to. I almost killed my brother once because he tried to take part of my meal when I had been extremely hungry". She slowly rolled up her sleeve and held out her wrist to Leon. "Go on, I rather you take some now than be more brutal later" Vermilla kept eye contact with Leon but even though she still had a sneer on her face her eyes had soften.	Name: Vermilla Winchester(haha supernatural reference) Age: 19 Gender: Female Personality: Outgoing, Optimistic, Charismatic, Active, and Caring Bio: Vermilla comes from a family of hunters. What she didnt know until recent is not just any hunters but Vampire hunters. No one in her family told her because from an early age they knew they would try and fight them. Vermilla cares for all kinds of life be cute snails to 'Monster'. Her family tried to tell Vermilla Vampires are monsters and Vermilla promptly reminded them because of a single person act doesnt mean they are all the same. When she saw her parents were so closed minded and saw only black and white she left. She currently works at multiple jobs. She currently working at a vet office(Secretary), flower shop(cashier), and a library(Library Assistant(ranges from stocking and cleaning type work)). She lives with a wealthy family friend in the area but is located in basement or attic depending on her hosts temper. The basement is preferred but when they are upset at everyone but her she sent to the attic which has no furniture and is very dirty. She could careless about that arrangement because as long as she doesnt have to listen to her family cruel thoughts on any being life that isnt human. Special Power: None supernatural power but is trained in gymnastic, self defense, multiple types of range weapons from guns to bows, and is known to have Eidetic memory. Other: Vermilla biggest fear is being hurt and has multiple walls up. She always seems outgoing and optimistic but with her family being cruel people and her now ex fiance cheating she hiding a very dark desire but her optimistic side has been keeping the dark desire from surfacing and that is why Vermilla has that wall. Its to prevent anyone from making her fall into her dark desire.
2,164	44	49	2,271	25	Leon folded his arms, sneering at the female. "Whether you are or not is currently up for debate. And we won't simply trust your word." A flicker of emotion passed over his face as she practically instructed him to kill her. Reminded him of himself, he could remember faintly remember himself begging for his captors to just kill him, to put an end to his suffering. He couldn't remember too much from his time as a human, and for that he was grateful. His face quickly hardened again, growling at the girl," as much as I'd love to drain all the blood from your body, I have been told explicitly to leave you alive. Not overly fond of facing my sisters wrath." He resumed his pacing, glaring down at the floor. He hated the constant reminders. Leon froze as her harsh voice hit his ears as she snapped. He let out a low growl," You are in no position to tell me what to do, human." He then resumed his pacing, his pause having just been enough for him to speak before continuing. His head turned slightly as she spoke, mildly surprised at the change in tone of voice from her. He looked at her as she moved, watching her roll up her sleeve and so baring her arm to him. His sensitive ears focused on the sound of her blood rushing through her. His fingers twitched before he finally tore his gaze up from her wrist, keeping his breathing as calm as possible. He slowly spoke," I'm always angry. And I don't believe in leaving my meals alive. I find it to be torture and cruel. Now. Cover your wrist up." He moved over to the wall, leaning his back up against it. Rudos moved, holding onto the front of his t shirt, the head rested on his jugular notch. Leon absentmindedly reached up, rubbing his fingers over the dragons back, focusing on the wall opposite him.	Name: Vermilla Winchester(haha supernatural reference) Age: 19 Gender: Female Personality: Outgoing, Optimistic, Charismatic, Active, and Caring Bio: Vermilla comes from a family of hunters. What she didnt know until recent is not just any hunters but Vampire hunters. No one in her family told her because from an early age they knew they would try and fight them. Vermilla cares for all kinds of life be cute snails to 'Monster'. Her family tried to tell Vermilla Vampires are monsters and Vermilla promptly reminded them because of a single person act doesnt mean they are all the same. When she saw her parents were so closed minded and saw only black and white she left. She currently works at multiple jobs. She currently working at a vet office(Secretary), flower shop(cashier), and a library(Library Assistant(ranges from stocking and cleaning type work)). She lives with a wealthy family friend in the area but is located in basement or attic depending on her hosts temper. The basement is preferred but when they are upset at everyone but her she sent to the attic which has no furniture and is very dirty. She could careless about that arrangement because as long as she doesnt have to listen to her family cruel thoughts on any being life that isnt human. Special Power: None supernatural power but is trained in gymnastic, self defense, multiple types of range weapons from guns to bows, and is known to have Eidetic memory. Other: Vermilla biggest fear is being hurt and has multiple walls up. She always seems outgoing and optimistic but with her family being cruel people and her now ex fiance cheating she hiding a very dark desire but her optimistic side has been keeping the dark desire from surfacing and that is why Vermilla has that wall. Its to prevent anyone from making her fall into her dark desire.
2,165	44	50	326	2,282	Yes miss Olivia. Shadow said as he stopped his search of the dark woods surounding the manor. He silently made his back towards the front doors. Once inside he stood still trying to sense where the human girl was inside the house. onces he could pinpoint the girls location Shadow silent walked past the main desk again where the receptionist waspicking up the papers that he had scatered. Shadow approached the door and he could hear leon tell the girl something. After thetalking stopped Shadow walked in and shut the door after himself. He then walked over to a seat on the opposite side of the room to the girl. Shadow quietly watched her with his one visible light green eye.	Wrong thread
2,166	44	51	2,271	25	Vermilla hard face soften as he spoke before he moved to a wall. She spoke softly "Why did you say that way..As if you're a monster". She felt her eyes water and she hit the seat she was in and said "This is why I hate my family and most of Humanity". She had brought back her wrist as she said "You know you're not a monster right? If you were you wouldnt care about how cruel it was". She than held out her wrist more forcible and said "But there is a difference, Im offering my blood so it wont be cruel or torture...but to leave someone alive after forcibly taking blood is torture and cruel". She had a glare but it wasnt hateful like before, it gave off determination. She softly growled and said "Most of humanity is cruel...My family didnt even let me know about being hunters until they killed someone in front of me..I think every life has a right and they didnt like that and when my...My..My...I hate many things about Humanity but love is number one". She wants love but hates it because everyone she truly loved hurt her or betrayed her. It is one reason she tries to not grow fond of people.	Name: Vermilla Winchester(haha supernatural reference) Age: 19 Gender: Female Personality: Outgoing, Optimistic, Charismatic, Active, and Caring Bio: Vermilla comes from a family of hunters. What she didnt know until recent is not just any hunters but Vampire hunters. No one in her family told her because from an early age they knew they would try and fight them. Vermilla cares for all kinds of life be cute snails to 'Monster'. Her family tried to tell Vermilla Vampires are monsters and Vermilla promptly reminded them because of a single person act doesnt mean they are all the same. When she saw her parents were so closed minded and saw only black and white she left. She currently works at multiple jobs. She currently working at a vet office(Secretary), flower shop(cashier), and a library(Library Assistant(ranges from stocking and cleaning type work)). She lives with a wealthy family friend in the area but is located in basement or attic depending on her hosts temper. The basement is preferred but when they are upset at everyone but her she sent to the attic which has no furniture and is very dirty. She could careless about that arrangement because as long as she doesnt have to listen to her family cruel thoughts on any being life that isnt human. Special Power: None supernatural power but is trained in gymnastic, self defense, multiple types of range weapons from guns to bows, and is known to have Eidetic memory. Other: Vermilla biggest fear is being hurt and has multiple walls up. She always seems outgoing and optimistic but with her family being cruel people and her now ex fiance cheating she hiding a very dark desire but her optimistic side has been keeping the dark desire from surfacing and that is why Vermilla has that wall. Its to prevent anyone from making her fall into her dark desire.
2,167	44	52	326	2,282	"Mistress Olivia wants you alive till she gets back. If it was up to me you would be dead where you stand." Shadow said as his words where practically dripping with violent intent towards the girl void of any sympathy for her story of her family. His eye turned black and shot a warning glance towards the girl to stop her from tempting Leon again. All the while his position stayed still in statue like coordinance. The only movement from him was the thick smoke coming from his cloak only to slowly disapate.	Wrong thread
2,168	44	53	2,271	25	A low growl slipped from Leon's throat, the muscles in his jaw twitching repeatedly as he listened to her talk. He bared his fangs, folding his arms, his nails absentmindedly digging into his outer forearms. When he spoke, his voice was low and harsh," don't be in your fantasy work where you believe all vampires are not monsters. Yes I've managed to come to turns with the fact that there are some good. But there are cruel ones that love to torture and play with their food and barely keep them alive for years." Using his speed, he moved to grab onto her wrist with nearly bone crushing strength, his skin nearly unbearably hot to the touch. He could smell blood, but it wasn't hers. It was his own. Blood was slowly running down his arms from the cresant shaped cuts in his forearms, but they rapidly healed themselves. He then snarled," I'm not drinking your blood. Now take your damn hand back, or I will break it." He threw her hand towards her chest, stalking out of the room, growling to shadow," make sure you watch her. I'll be back in a minute, doubt Olivia would be pleased if I burned the entire house down." Leon sped to the other side of the house, stepping out onto a balcony. He reached up to his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, snarling as he pulled. He couldn't stand the flashbacks. Releasing his hair, he allowed fire to blaze around his hands as he grabbed onto the railing, easily yanking it from where it was held, swinging and smashing it against a wall before throwing it down onto the ground below. The metal where his hands had held was glowing a hot red. He knew he needed to get back, not following Olivia'a orders of standing watch rarely ended well. His breathing was ragged, fingers curled into his fists, trying to calm his wild thoughts.	Name: Vermilla Winchester(haha supernatural reference) Age: 19 Gender: Female Personality: Outgoing, Optimistic, Charismatic, Active, and Caring Bio: Vermilla comes from a family of hunters. What she didnt know until recent is not just any hunters but Vampire hunters. No one in her family told her because from an early age they knew they would try and fight them. Vermilla cares for all kinds of life be cute snails to 'Monster'. Her family tried to tell Vermilla Vampires are monsters and Vermilla promptly reminded them because of a single person act doesnt mean they are all the same. When she saw her parents were so closed minded and saw only black and white she left. She currently works at multiple jobs. She currently working at a vet office(Secretary), flower shop(cashier), and a library(Library Assistant(ranges from stocking and cleaning type work)). She lives with a wealthy family friend in the area but is located in basement or attic depending on her hosts temper. The basement is preferred but when they are upset at everyone but her she sent to the attic which has no furniture and is very dirty. She could careless about that arrangement because as long as she doesnt have to listen to her family cruel thoughts on any being life that isnt human. Special Power: None supernatural power but is trained in gymnastic, self defense, multiple types of range weapons from guns to bows, and is known to have Eidetic memory. Other: Vermilla biggest fear is being hurt and has multiple walls up. She always seems outgoing and optimistic but with her family being cruel people and her now ex fiance cheating she hiding a very dark desire but her optimistic side has been keeping the dark desire from surfacing and that is why Vermilla has that wall. Its to prevent anyone from making her fall into her dark desire.
2,169	44	54	2,244	533	Riya glanced over at Sarah’s comment and then smirked slightly when she spit out the blood she had drawn, “Sorry that one wasn’t so good, usually they’re pretty tasty, but I guess you got a bad apple, oh well, I’m sure there will be plenty of others who’ll be much more to your taste.” Her attention returned to Klaus when he spoke to her once more, “Oh, that hurts, you truly do wound me, sir,” Riya responded with a hurt facade, placing her hand over her fist before bringing it close to her chest, as if his words hurt her. Quickly dropping it, she gave off a smirk to his next remark, “I don’t think you could handle me, I can be quite rough and very devious.” Riya got slightly more serious when he mentioned how the humans they fed on were still alive, though she didn’t really try to control others from fully draining a human, she still held sympathies for what she was and as a result, could never really kill a human by draining them, only in extremely rare instances did she ever do it. “I don’t really see the need to kill them, besides the fact that they’ll recover and could be a source to feed on again later, no one would believe them screaming about how they were attacked during the night and fed on, especially by two women,” she smirked to him, though this was just a facade as well. “I would ask that you leave these pathetic creatures alone an-” Riya was interrupted when she felt a strange distortion in the air, feeling as though something was passing through her. She felt that feeling grow stronger and stronger until it stopped, “What...was that?” Riya asked to no one in particular, then all of a sudden heard a loud crashing sound, looking over to where it came from, she saw a girl, her clothes were disheveled and it looked as though she was barely able to stand up. Riya could tell by her scent that she was a vampire, perhaps she recently became one, what really got her attention though was the family names she said, now Riya was curious as to who this girl was, she was ready to approach the girl when Olivia jumped in front of them, How many other people are going to be joining us? she asked herself in thought, not that she wasn’t happy to Olivia, just there were currently so many interruptions, it was beginning to become boring. Great, seems like something’s got her riled up, not really in the mood for a lecture later on, but not the best idea to argue with her when she’s clearly ticked, Riya thought to herself, letting out a quiet sigh. She was slightly confused though when Olivia ordered them to take the unconscious girl with them back home, but even more curious was wanting her in Olivia’s bed. “You got it, boss,” Olivia responded slightly sarcastically, giving a lazy, two finger salute before heading over to the unconscious girl, not that she was upset with Olivia, just that she had wanted to feed a little more but that was interrupted, however she was satiated for the moment, so that was good enough. She picked up the girl, glancing over at Olivia one last time, grimacing slightly when she ordered the men killed, they may have been dirt bags, but she didn’t feel they deserved death. When Olivia left, Riya approached Klaus, “Though I can’t tell you what to do, I would ask that you don’t kill the remaining two, there’s no need for it,” she spoke more seriously before turning her gaze over to Sarah, “Come on, time for us to go home, sorry we couldn’t have a proper girls night out, but I’ll make it up to you soon,” she gave a flirtatious wink, then began walking back home with the mystery girl in her arms. It was much darker by the time they finally made it home, when she made it inside, Ambient taking notice to his master’s scent quickly went rushing up to her “Well hey there Ambient, just give me a second to take care of a few things and then I’ll get you fed, sound good?” Riya asked to which the bone covered hellhound happily barked back. As she was passing, she saw a girl in the waiting room, That must be the girl Olivia was talking about, guess I should do what Olivia asked after I’m done with this small girl, don’t think even I’d be able to charm my way out of punishment when she’s upset like this already, she thought to herself, giving off a slight smirk whilst exhaling out of her nose. She then headed upstairs to Olivia’s chambers, upon entering, she couldn’t help but stare at how big the room was, then again, with her being the house head, it made sense. She shook her head to clear it before going over to the bed, placing the young girl on it and then put the covers over her, “You just wait right here and I’ll make sure you feel right as rain soon enough,” Riya spoke quietly to the unconscious girl before heading out the room once more. She then made her wait back downstairs, heading to the area where they kept the medical equipment, loading it onto a tray cart before making her way into the waiting room, when she got inside, she noticed Shadow, “Oh, didn’t know you were here as well, you’re looking as dark and smokey as always,” she smiled with a wink before moving over to the girl with the tray cart. “As for you, I’m going to need to draw some blood, but you don’t have to worry, I won’t be taking much and maybe afterwards, you and I can have a little fun?” Riya with a hint of seduction in her voice, though that was just to make the girl squirm a bit from her advances. “Oh yes, Shadow, think you could find Leon and get him for me please? Tell him Olivia asked me to draw some of this girl’s blood and that he’s to hold her down should she try to resist,” she glanced over at him, then looked back to the girl “Not that you’d resist, would you?” Riya asked the girl when she directed her attention back to her, Ambient soon coming up next to his master, staring at the girl intensely as it bared some of his teeth to her with a growl, “Cause if you did, my friend here wouldn’t like that very much and you don’t wish to get on my pups bad side,” she gave a devious smirk as she went to prep the girl’s arm and then stick a needle in her arm to begin draining her blood.	Riya Bianchi Age: 45 Gender: Female Appearance Her frame is slim and athletic built, her long dark hair compliments her slim face, one that usually has a calm expression with a hint of seductiveness from her crimson red eyes. Usually her attire consists of a white sleeved shirt with a dark vest and a black leather jacket, blue skinny jeans with a belt hanging on her waist and brown boots. Unless she’s required to by her family, she rarely ever wear any kind of formal attire, feeling they don’t suit who she really is under them. Personality Kind and deviously playful would be the best way to describe Riya. She cares greatly for the new family she was brought into as well as being fiercely loyal to it, she’ll gladly give her life before she lets any harm come to her family. Something that may be surprising to her kind is when it comes to humans, specifically feeding off them, she tends to take into consideration how much blood she draws from them, being formally human herself, she sympathizes with what she used to be and will rarely ever kill a human through feeding. Her playful side was one she acquired when she was turned, generally she likes to toy with the prey she decides to target, revealing what she really is to them and then hunting them down when they flee in terror. When she’s home with her family, she likes to flirt with the others, though not serious, she enjoys how both the same and opposite sex squirm at her advances. Bio Riya’s life before she became a vampire wasn’t all the impressive nor interesting, she was above average when she was in high school and after she left school, she got a job working at a bank and an ordinary apartment. Having grown tired with how bland most of her life was and how she never really aspired for anything, she decided she’d go to school, get a degree and get a better paying job and home. Well that had been the plan at least, but unfortunately, she never got the opportunity to do so, one late night on her way back from work, she decided to cut through an alley to get home quicker and was grabbed by a man in the dark. Held at gunpoint she was robbed and then shot after some clouds parted and allowed the moonlight to shine in the alley, revealing the man’s face. As she laid there bleeding out, she couldn’t help but smile at the irony, she did nothing meaningful with her life and then when she was finally about to, she ended up getting killed. Riya was glad at first, thinking she would’ve just continued on with her meaningless life and death was probably better for her, but as she became weaker and got closer to death, the fear set in, she didn’t want to die, she wanted to live, she begged in her thoughts for someone to save her and as if her prayers had been answered, another figure came before her, this time a woman and granted Riya the powers of a vampire by drinking her blood and giving her own in return. She wasn’t used to her new powers at first, the enhanced abilities and pale complexion certainly scared her at first, plus the fact nothing could satisfy her hunger save for blood. Then the woman who saved her appeared at her home one night, explaining what Riya now was and offered her to join her family, with not many other options and still not fully understanding how her new powers worked, she accepted. Special Power - Sunlight Resistance Whilst she doesn’t have an actual ability, this passive power allows her to go outside during the day without needing any kind of protection from the sunlight that would no doubt easily cook others of her kind. Other She has a hell hound that she came across one night in a forest that had hunted down some people that were out camping, though it was unruly, she managed to tame it and is now a loyal companion that will do whatever she asks and protect her at all costs.
2,170	44	55	326	2,282	Hello Miss Riya Shadow said as his tone changed when addressing Riya to a more formal one. His eye was back to its normal color as he said "I do not think it wise to summon Master Leon, his lack of feeding has made him unstable at the moment". Shadow said he began to silently stand "Yet if you still wish i will go get him" (sorry for the shortness)	Wrong thread
2,171	44	56	2,271	25	Vermilla listened to the shadow figure and went numb. He sounded like her father with his tone. She knew with that tone and the words he spoke that if she does leave it will be very injured or dead. She wouldnt mind the dead part now. She tilted her head so the hair fell in front of her face. Her body that had some tension loosened. She looks similar to a puppet hanging on strings. She laughed in her head "Im the freak..I want peace yet both sides want the same thing...There so much more alike then I had thought". She knew someone else came in and was getting ready to get blood. Vermilla wasnt in the mood for anything she kept her eyes hidden and voice locked. She just wanted to hide in the shadows away from everyone. Her brain was going crazy trying to figure out what to do. Her optimistic side was fighting her darker side. Her optimistic side always won and but this time it seemed to destroy the darker side by thinking "They are so stubborn but there goals and attitude are the same I just need to get them to see that". Vermilla even though her darker side had withdrawn she still was to emotionally tired to function.	Name: Vermilla Winchester(haha supernatural reference) Age: 19 Gender: Female Personality: Outgoing, Optimistic, Charismatic, Active, and Caring Bio: Vermilla comes from a family of hunters. What she didnt know until recent is not just any hunters but Vampire hunters. No one in her family told her because from an early age they knew they would try and fight them. Vermilla cares for all kinds of life be cute snails to 'Monster'. Her family tried to tell Vermilla Vampires are monsters and Vermilla promptly reminded them because of a single person act doesnt mean they are all the same. When she saw her parents were so closed minded and saw only black and white she left. She currently works at multiple jobs. She currently working at a vet office(Secretary), flower shop(cashier), and a library(Library Assistant(ranges from stocking and cleaning type work)). She lives with a wealthy family friend in the area but is located in basement or attic depending on her hosts temper. The basement is preferred but when they are upset at everyone but her she sent to the attic which has no furniture and is very dirty. She could careless about that arrangement because as long as she doesnt have to listen to her family cruel thoughts on any being life that isnt human. Special Power: None supernatural power but is trained in gymnastic, self defense, multiple types of range weapons from guns to bows, and is known to have Eidetic memory. Other: Vermilla biggest fear is being hurt and has multiple walls up. She always seems outgoing and optimistic but with her family being cruel people and her now ex fiance cheating she hiding a very dark desire but her optimistic side has been keeping the dark desire from surfacing and that is why Vermilla has that wall. Its to prevent anyone from making her fall into her dark desire.
2,172	44	57	1,677	1,063	Sarah went back to the house, where she saw the human. She felt her mouth watering but she focused more on what was going on. She felt fear in the vampires here. She shivered. And anger from Leon. Sarah rememebered when as a human she tended to find the worst relationships. she scoffed, bringing herself back to the present. She was wary around this Klaus fellow, however. She was watching him constantly.	Name: Sarah Smith Age: 20 (Is a new vampire) Gender: Female Personality/Bio: Sarah is definitely what one would call a strong woman. She is smart, pretty, and was physically strong even while she was human. While she was human, she was also what one would call an empath, someone who can take on other people's emotions as their own. She is dark, despite this, and anti-social. Sarah was caught one night by a street gang, where she managed to seriously wound a couple before she was shot and then stabbed. She was found by one of the Smith family and turned, and she woke, finding her empathic abilities wer heightened into hearing even the thoughts behind someone's emotions. For this reason she puts on music to drown out others. Special Power: She is a very powerful Empath. This means anything to do with emotions, she can do. She can manipulate emotions as well as "Feel" the particular thoughts causing an emotion in someone. However, there is a catch: She feels it very, VERY physically, sometimes causing pain in her. This happens especially if she is touched by two or more people at the same time. Other: Sarah, despite her anti-sociality, longs for a mate. She also has a tattoo of huge raven wings on her back, along with thorned vines running down her arms, each ending with a red rose on the tops of her hands.
2,173	44	58	1,228	2,368	The tension in Riya's gaze--although there for only a moment before she smirked and offered a one liner--didn't go unnoticed by Klaus. He allowed himself to grin back with his half-smile and a short, smug chuckle. He shook his head in a chiding manor and glanced around carelessly as she continued. It was plain that she was going suggest not killing the men--but suddenly a new player entered the game. The two immediately locked their attentions onto the girl, and Klaus' brows knitted closer together. Had he misheard or had she muttered the family's namesake before collapsing? He glanced to Riya and the youngling. His lips had been set in a straight line before he opened them to speak-- And enter Olivia, ready to fight to defend her family. Luckily she was quick to catch herself, and Klaus matched her warmth in his smile. "Olivia Bianchi, you call and I'll come," he said, though a hint of melodrama laced his words, dismissed as teasing by casual hand gestures. He watched her attention dip to the bodies, though he was confident the Bianchi head would take his side here. As an outsider to the family, however, he simply stood politely aside and watched as she gave the others orders to do this or that. As Olivia examined the young girl, he nearly stepped forward to explain she had spoken the family names before blacking out. However, it seemed she recognized something about her, and he stopped suddenly to eye the situation as it unfolded. A human girl, a mention of Leon--that couldn't have been a good combination--and the night sounded quite eventual for the Bianchi-Smiths. He wasn't quite ready to return to the mansion with them due to the drama, but Olivia gave assurance that was alright. It was clear that she did agree with Klaus' mentality over Riya's, however, and he shot a taunting, toothy grin at the other as Olivia turned her back. Though his eyebrows raised when Riya approached him in Olivia's leave. His gaze narrowed as she spoke soberly, clearly sympathetic toward the humans. "Sorry, love," he said simply, undoing the cuffs of his sleeves, watching the two follow after Olivia.	Klaus \| 2k \| Male Appearance: Klaus is tall and lean at 6', was turned in his late twenties, and almost looks like a man out of a perfume commercial: his high cheekbones, long eyelashes, and defined jawline makes him a perfect predator. He prefers to wear clothes that are in style, common, and fashionable to blend in with human society. His dark brown hair is usually lazily slicked back and accompanied by a thin, trimmed layer of hair along his jawline, chin, and upper lip. Unless you're waking up beside him, it's rare to see his shaggy mane disheveled and facial hair untrimmed. He has a pale and narrow face, complimented by a long and defined nose. His eyes are a dark brown, as well, though they occasionally seem to be almost red. When the vampire talks or laughs, it's not difficult to get a glimpse of his pointed fangs. Personality: Klaus comes off as very laid back and easy going, maybe even a little smug, but formal. He can be very charismatic and flirtatious, as well (his flirting can be rather goofy, making an especially friendly first impression). That said, he has a darker and more serious that comes out when he feels vulnerable or angry. Underneath the immediate exterior, he can be rather sadistic and cruel. If he catches you alone and doesn’t think any repercussions will come of it, he’ll be rather antagonizing. He believes he hasn't lived so long by being nice and he has done plenty of bad things. However, Klaus has many layers: at his core he's surprisingly romantic and idealistic. He appreciates faithfulness and is even loyal to his breed in general despite his general dislike of other vampires. He finds it difficult to trust others, but can and will open up about himself and his history if you earn his trust. Bio: Born in Athens, Greece just before Rome conquered the territory, Klaus was taken as a child slave. Orphaned, there wasn't many other options for him. His life as a slave was relatively decent, and he grew loyal and friendly to the boy who would grow to be his master. The bond between them was more comparable to friendship than it was slave and master, though the power dynamic became more and more obvious with age. Still, Klaus remained loyal if subdued. Besides, despite growing tall and big compared to others during the time period, he was given the cushy slave life: most of his chores involved cooking. He was even allowed to take a job to work to buy his freedom if he chose, but he was complacent. When the master grew old enough to marry, however, Klaus became enamored with the wife. She was full of life and strength and she was never afraid to remind you of it. Still, he kept his distance—he knew better: not only was he a slave and she a free woman, she was married to his master and friend. Despite this, the woman seemed drawn to Klaus, as well. Like many Romans, she was fascinated with Greek culture and the Greeks themselves, and he was far quieter and much more thoughtful than her husband. At first he would shy away from her advances, but he eventually warmed up to her and the two seemed to be in love. An affair continued behind the master’s back. One night, the master walked in on the lovers. Rather than take responsibility for the affair, the woman insisted that Klaus had forced himself upon her and he had little choice but to flee. The master was persistent, however, and was on his heels with city guards as the slave ran away. It wasn’t long before he was cornered, though he didn’t have a chance to defend himself—the men and master were slain by a single figure. Klaus thought he was safe until the killer turned on him. Unlike the other men, though, he awoke from death as a vampire. Despite saving his life, his sire was less than kind: Klaus was treated as a source of blood for his sire and was sexually abused. This kept him weak, and he was unable to venture out on his own for a long time. It was only when he was allowed to leave that he did, about twenty five years since his rebirth. By this point in his life, Klaus had come to detest slavery for obvious reasons. The circumstances of his turning has made him relatively weak for a vampire; vampires his age--and even younger--have been able to best him since and he is still very aware of his weakness. Klaus continued through life on his own. He dodged other vampires out of fear and he definitely did his best to avoid getting tangled up with slayers throughout the centuries. Though one night, he came across the beginnings of the Binachi family. They were careful, of course, but far kinder than other vampires Klaus had had the displeasure of knowing. He had been fleeing from old hunters and he was well aware of his weakness compared to others so he asked for refuge. They accepted, but he remained anxious around other vampires, so he did not join the family formally. However, he has grown to appreciate them and checks in on the Binachi-Smiths whenever he's around. He's in Colorado for Olivia, and seeks to help her with the threat to her family. While he does intend to maintain his independence, he can't help but enjoy the company. Power: None, actually, and a fact he keeps to himself. Despite being such an old vampire, Klaus is relatively weak due to the life he had after being turned. Even his enhanced speed, strength, and senses are dull compared to Olivia's. Other: - Klaus has turned only two others into vampires throughout his long life. - He's bisexual and ambidextrous. - He poses among humans as a traveling artist. - He enjoys art, piano, billards/pool, language, and travel
2,174	44	59	387	977	Teodora was just about to say 'yes' to Soma's question when she smelt Olivia. "We've got company," she whispered to Soma before turning around to face Olivia. She nodded along at everything Olivia said- but really, one pounding question raced through her head- 'Why is she here alone?' Olivia had told Teodora that she would join her with at least Leon in tow, but she was alone. That set her on edge, just that small little factor that her sister wasn't accompanied like she'd said she would be. She seemed a bit disconnected. It sent futures racing through her head, and as she sat down again, she put her head in her hands and groaned, picking up the glass for another sip. "God, I'm going to have a headache for the rest of the night. Hopefully, this isn't something serious. Future powers. Always fun." she said, but just really to herself, and she didn't expect or want anybody to really answer her.	Teodora Bianchi Age: Stopped counting a long time ago Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Personality: - Paranoid - Ladylike - Charming - Stubborn - Snappish - Caring - Likes Children - Reclusive History: Teodora can't remember much of her life before she was turned- or, rather, she tries not to remember. She was turned when she was very young- seven or so. Ever since she can remember, Teodora has been content to stay behind whoever was the head of the family at the time. She had never had crazy ambitions anyways. Special Ability: Teodora is able to tell the future. There are multiple ways she can do this, including meditation and even violent prophetic dreams. Other: - Teodora has what humans like to call insomnia. She has trouble sleeping, leading to her sleep-deprived appearance. The only thing that can stave this off is sleeping pills. - She spends most of her time in her chambers, leading her to be rarely seen around the house. - Teodora enjoys reading, loving to browse through old compendiums and encyclopedias with quite a few fiction novels in between.
2,175	45	0	1,642	684	> !( "enter image title here") “No matter what happens to us tonight, remember this men; we looked death in the face and we showed no fear.” Spoke Knight-Commander Lord Bali as he paced in front of his soldiers. Behind him the gate strained with the impact of the massive siege engine that had walked itself up to the gateway. “Death threw it's best at us and we just laughed” A loud cheer erupted from the men in front of him as he continued his pace. “We do not fear death!” He shouted, again returned with the cheer of the crowd. “What ever makes it way through that gate must contend with us before it can reach our bridge!” The soldiers cheered once more, yet the sound of wood cracking from the gate quickly overpowered their bellowing voices. Small slivers of the gate chipped, and fell from the frame while the metal supports bent and groaned with the stress. “Don't you worry men.” Lord Bali continued “We have a friend here to-” His sentence was cut off by the sound of the gate behind him starting to fail, as the siege engine broke a hole through the center of the gate sending splinters flying inwards. The small hole was filled by the sight of a massive, monstrous skull used as the head of the siege engine. Most eyes were fixated on the sight of this skull, even though it stayed in the hole for a second before being retracted out, breaking off more of the gate with it. Another figure walked out next to Lord Bali from the front-line ranks, his armor easily identified himself as Guardian Fenris Laski, last known member of the Guardians of the Light. The Knight-Commander gave him a weak smile and placed his hand on the Guardians shoulder. “It is good that you stayed with us.” Lord Bali spoke in a soft voice. The Guardian returned his smile before walking out a little more, eyes fixated on the massive hole in the gate, which any second would be forced open by the ram. “And he who finds himself corned by darkness need fear no evil; for the Goddess has chosen you to face the devil.” Fenris spoke as he turned around, facing the thousand strong force. “Soldiers! Rejoice in the fact that the Goddess herself is here with us right now in our Darkest hour; pray for her strength for you will need it.” His voice began to rise in strength as he continued “The Goddess blessed us when we drove the enemy from the battlements.” His voice began to boom as he continued “We were blessed when the Goddess guided our strikes against their siege monster that tried to go through the wall.” He drew his sword, and as he turned he spoke in the loudest voice yet as he thrust his sword at the massive hole in the gate. “With the Goddess at our side we shall resist the Darkness here and drive their dark souls back to the hell they crawled out of!” The crowd of soldiers cheered even louder this time, banging their weapons against their shields; so loud a noise did they make that it overpowered the noise of the siege engine breaking through the gate, sending it flying open. The soldiers quickly quited their voices and readied their weapons. As the noise from the soldiers died down, and as a fog began to roll in through the broken gate, Lord Bali spoke to Fenris “And so it begins, our final stand against Darkness” He said as a wide smile broke his face “It is good to finally stand side by side with a Guardian, especially in our final hour!” He said as he drew his own weapon. Fenris looked at him, his face filled with a determined look as he spoke “Fear not Knight-commander, for as long as we stand our men will resist.” Many seconds passed in silence, every soldier had their hands gripped tightly around their weapons and their shields brought close to their bodies. All eyes were on the gap, waiting with an anxious look as to what would come through the gate first. Fenris's trained eyes scanned for any movement beyond the gate yet that heavy fog obscured any sign of movement. “Where are they?” Asked a slighty confused Lord Bali “They have broken the gate yet they have-” A quick look by Fenris let the Lord know that he saw something. A look of unrest had fallen upon the Guardians face as he quickly spoke “Line-Breakers.” Through the fog the forms of massive beasts came into view. Each towered in at several feet tall and showed no sign of fatigue under their heavy and strong armor. Their great stone hammers, modified by magic and glowing an eerie purple color, brought with them a sense of fear within the soldiers. The soldiers knew all too well that their shields were a moot point agianst such fearsome weakpons. Fenris quickly turned around, as the Lord mouthed a silent “Oh shit” as his eyes took full view of the creatures that had started to enter the gateway. Fenris looked at the soldiers and shouted with another booming voice“Archers, ready!” The archers, surrounding the gate on elevated terrain and on top of the nearby buildings, raised their bows. “Notch!” On his command, the archers readied an arrow and pulled back on the string. Turning around he saw the first Line-Breakers were already past the gate, they were spreading out forming a loose line that matched their own in width, and were moving fast towards their position. With a loud command, Fenris shouted “Loose!” and the sound of a few hundred bows releasing their projectile then filled the air. All across their lines the Line-breaker's were fell upon by a thick cloud of arrows. Their armor became a pincushion, with each Line-breaker now sprouting ten or more arrow shafts from the front of their chest plate, allowing their darknend blood to drip from their armor.. Their blackened eyes screamed with rage, and each one hit let out a might roar that drove fear through the ranks of soldiers ahead of them. As Fenris now noticed they were nearly halfway to their lines, he bellowed one more order to his archers “Free fire!” He readied his sword as the archers now let loose another volley of arrows. This time, however, the experienced marksmen placed their shots. The exposed part of their enemy were now in clearer view, and instead of their shots landing in the armored sections of the chest and arms they now found their home in the unarmored neck above the chest plate and through the eye holes and through the mouth. One Line-breaker making his way toward Fenris found a broadhead arrow lodged in his neck, causing him to momentary stumble. Another, aided by the beasts slower speed found home through the eye socket. Torrents of blood began to pour out of both wounds, saturating the ground with it's dark color. The creature fell from his feet and rolled on the ground as he let loose another fear inducing scream. From behind an unscathed Line-breaker, with a bone crunching hit, ran through the wounded monster and charged toward Fenris and Lord Bali. As the Line-breakers neared the lines, some soldiers tried to rush out and engage the line breakers by themselves. A lone spear-man braced his spear, with the bottom end planted in the dirt and the tip aimed for the chest part of the beast. The soldier closed his eyes as the beast impacted the spear, causing the wood around the tip to burst into a cloud of wooden splinters and sending a fracture deep down the length of the spear. The beast brushed off the broken weapon and took one quick swing at the soldier, colliding his weapon with the shoulder of the man sending him flying as the bone crunching sound of the impact filled the nearby area. Other line breakers used their mass to break the lines of the soldiers, while others swung their great weapons around their body. The impacts of these strikes easily broke both shield and bone behind it, sending soldiers flying into each other or pounding them deep into the ground below. One Line-breaker charged straight for Fenris and Lord Bali, and with a great roar raised it's massive weapon above his head and began to bring it down on the pair. Then duo quickly dodged the strike, which slammed into the ground sending a small shock wave coursing around. The strength of the beast combined with the magical properties of the maul allowed the beast to quickly ready another strike, this time swinging it from it's left side across it's body at Fenris's head. He quickly ducked and rolled between the massive beasts legs, slashing out with his sword at an unarmored part of it's back leg near the foot with his sword, easily cutting through the flesh causing a quick flowing torrent of dark blood to pour out and a deep roar from the beast that bellowed over the sound of combat elsewhere. With a powerful, well aimed kick, the Line-breaker sent Fenris flying back. Lord Bali took the opportunity and stabbed his sword through the unarmored opening just below the waist and above the hips. Lord Bali twisted his sword and pulled it our, letting loose another even quicker flowing torrent of blood. The beast screamed again, this time freeing one hand and brushed Lord Bali aside into nearby soldiers. The Beast Began to move towards Lord Bali, it's weapon clenched and clearly unimpeded from the wounds it had sustained, but a sword protruding from the front of his throat stopped him. Fenris, with his arms reached up high had driven his sword through the unarmored part of it's neck. Quickly pulling the blade from the beasts neck, Fenris watched as the beast tried to turn and bellow one last roar, but the sound never escaped his lip. Instead it's blood bubbled our from the front as it fell to it's knee, and found home on the ground as it's last breaths escaped it's lips. Elsewhere, soldiers were still contending with the beasts strength. Though the beasts boasted massive power and durable armor, the soldiers knew their weak spots and how to combat these beasts. And surely enough, each began to fall one by one to a myriad of different weapon strikes. Until at last only one line-breaker remained, surrounded by many soldiers and already wounded from an arrow strike to the upper chest. Fenris was quick to tell the archers to cease their firing. It tried to swing at a soldier playing decoy, but as it attempted to swing a large spear quickly forced itself through the unarmored section of the lower back, and through the front. The beast quickly turned around and smashed the soldier aside with a powerful back hand strike. The beast moved towards the soldier and readied an over head strike but a rouge quickly latched onto it's back, striking it's neck repeatedly with his daggers. The beast groaned in pain as he spun around, trying to free it self from the rouge, dropping his weapon in the process. A second passed before the beast grabbed the rouge by his clothes and pulled him from his body and threw him in the dirt in front of him, dropping his weapon in the process. As the beast tried to close the gap, a sword erupted from the creatures throat, and the Templar responsible quickly pulled it back out and watched as the beast fell to the ground dead. The soldiers cheered out in excitement, Line-breakers were a formidable foe and they had slain them all. But hundred of their fellow soldiers lay dead and a few hundred more were injured or dying while only forty line breakers had charged. Fenris, Lord Bali and the other Capitan's were quick to quiet the soldiers and get the lines reformed. A great horn bellowing outside the gate alerted them that more was on the way. A look of pure shock and confusion fell upon Fenris and many other soldier's face as the numerous neatly lined rows of creatures unknown to them began to file out of the gateway and form battle lines in front of their own. Fenris eyed up these new monsters, most fitted with a large round shield and a massive spear. Few among them wore any armor or clothes, with just a little bit located on the lower groin area. The few things uniform among them is their fang like teeth, blood red capes and their helmets that blocked any sight of their eyes. “What are these creatures?” Asked a confused Lord Bali. His grip tightened on his sword's grip. Both eyed them as they filled in a great distance from their lines. They were neat, and unlike any dark creature they had faced they were also organized. Their lines were clean, with each creature standing a precise distance away from each other and each holding their weapons the same way. Fenris shook his head, “I do not know, but their lack of armor means they should be easier to kill than those Line-breakers.” He grinned as he raised his sword far above his head and shouted again “Archers, fire at will!” On command the area again filled with a cloud of arrows. Much to his suprise, however, the beasts reached much like his own soldiers would; they formed a shield wall. Their shields easily caught most of the arrows thrown their way, with a stray few finding home in whatever exposed body part they could. “Cease fire, cease fire!” Fenris shouted up, the archers needed to conserve their arrows. Yet to his surprise once again, as soon as the last arrow impacted a shield the shield wall fell down and their enemy, with their shields facing them and their spears hovering just above, began to make a quick pace to their lines. “Their reflexes are fast!” Shouted Fenris to the soldiers “Don't take their bait, wait for your chance to strike!” He paused “Archers, mages, pick your shots!” He grabbed a dead mans shield and readied it for the fight. To himself he muttered “Goddess protect us.” Moments later they were upon them, and fighting resumed once more. Their soldiers tried to fight like normal but these creatures reflexes were faster than even Fenris could have expected. Spears flew at blistering speeds, striking through the chest armor of their soldiers yet most could only manage a strike on the shield. If they were to survive this, it would be on their skill and the blessing of the Goddess.	Name: Fenris Laski Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Human - Firen Appearance: !( "enter image title here") Personality: Fenris is one part veteran soldier and one part religious devote. He is the proverbial hybrid of a scholar and a front-line soldier, always reciting chants from The Book of the Holy Light during his day to day life while still not suffering a bit for his lack of focus on the battlefield. After a battle is over, he can often be seen performing the Last Rite over the dying men before plunging his sword into their body. He will never betray the duty he has to his Goddess, and refuses to part with his belief even when the world becomes a most unholy place. He is, on the contrary from his religious beliefs, a very cunning person. Often times using his power as a Guardian to force people to adhere to his plan or to give up what they need. Even though he is young in his time with a Guardian, he still commands respect by the way of his sheer size and through his skills as a leader. Though he has grown saddened as more and more of his comrades find themselves hearing their last rite from. The count of those he has lost keeps growing no matter how many dark beasts he sends back to the underworld. Character type and traits: Guardian of the Light – Positive: Natural born leader, Religious Negative: Strict, Cunning History: Fenris came to Feel la Den when he was just a boy. His father was a deserter, who traveled under the guise of religious pilgrimage, but secretly, he was running from his old lord. The family of three quickly learned very quickly that the religious might that was the Guardians of the Light and their Templar trainee's were not ones to forgive a deserter so easily. Fenris remembers very little of what happened in his first few weeks in the village outside the stronghold, but he remembers one event in particular. The first was when the Guardians passed judgment on his father. He was forced to watch as his fathers head was removed by the Axe of the executioner. The second was on the same day, when the Guardians took him from his mother and pressed him into the Knight training program. He spent the next twelve years in training to become a deadly warrior, a skilled leader and above all else; an example of the gods in flesh. He became well versed in the holy scriptures, as well as the application of them. On his eighteenth birthday, he was a recruit no longer. He was given his Templar sword and armor and was selected to be one of the select few to began his training anew, this time towards becoming one of the Guardians of the Light. He spent five years roaming with such a Guardian, learning their ways and training his swordsmen ship even further. Eventually he passed the initiation and became a Guardian in his own right. His first task as a Guardian was to take up the mantle of a recruiter, and take a Templar under his wings and train them as he was trained, as was the ways of the Guardians. Fate would have it that two years later, he and his Templar found themselves far away from the massacre that happened at the castle. His Templar recruit wanted to head back and face the darkness head on, but Fenris knew better. He knew the only way for it to reach the east was over the Bridge, and he knew that it would take them months to reach the destination. So, acting on his authority as a Guardian, Fenris began taking in as many recruits as he could. Bandits, thieves, farmers, rangers, iron foot and even merchants were conscripted. While they did not make for the most dedicated of recruits, the threat of the darkness and the prospects of them ever surviving it alone were not good. He and his small militia now stand with the defenders by the Sky Bridge. Even as they get driven back, they still fight strong. Equipment: -Guardian Long Sword -Guardian Plate Armor -Small satchel of provisions; while it is not enough for sustained travel -A pair of normal clothes for when he is not in armor. Other: (He is the only recorded Guardian to survive; with every other one either dead at Feer la Den or killed along the way. As such many people look to him for spiritual guidance and assistance.)
2,176	45	1	291	1,436	Illian stood alone among the mages, the other mages stood together, in groups of 2 or 3 chatting, planning and taking support from each-others presence. Not Illian, he had heard their mutterings, a good half of them expected him to turn on them as soon as the fighting started. One of the younger mages kept glancing at him nervously when she thought he wasn't looking, he waited until she must be looking and then spun around catching her eyes with his, he smiled a toothy grin and snorted with laughter as she flinched away. None of the other mages noticed, they were all paying attention to the speech underway, humans and their speeches pfft. The gate splintered and a large hole appeared in it, revealing a monstrous skull that seemed to grin at them through the gate. A shiver of fear shot up Illians spine as he muttered under his breath. "by Nix" Another figure moved out to join the speech giver and after a quite word turned to address the army. “Soldiers! Rejoice in the fact that the Goddess herself is here with us right now-" Illian tuned him out, fighting the urge to spit at the mention of the 'Goddess'. The gate finally collapsed but instead of the hoard of monsters he had expected there was nothing. An expectant silence hung over the army as they waited, it was broken as giant monstrous creatures wielding great hammers appeared, muttering broke out among the mages and soldiers shifted idly, displaying their nervousness at such a foe. The commander called for archers and soon a rain of arrows was in the air, for all the good it would do. The creatures charged and the soldiers engaged them, Illian watched as the carnage raged across the street, glad atleast not to be in range of those hammers, he ached to start casting spells but he had learned that humans were very insistent on waiting for orders, so he watched and waited for the call. Finally the monsters had fallen though many men had fallen also, Illian looked to the gate, there were always more, always without fail another hoard waiting to attack. He was proved right moments later as strange creatures began marching through the gate, he had to do a double take as the neat lines and orderly formations became evident and for the second time that day Illian felt a shiver run up his spine. Again archers were called for but as the arrows flew down upon the beasts they moved, forming a shield wall as strong as any he'd seen from humans, the arrows clattered off the shields and then the creatures charged, lightning fast for the human lines. Finally the order rang out “Archers, mages, pick your shots!” Illian threw a few ice shards into the approaching mass to no noticeable effect, the battle lines clashed and Illian struggled to find a clean angle to hit the beasts. He paused for a moment thinking, if only he had some water or ice to work with, he could make his own but it would take so much effort, he might not have the strength to fight. He sent out his thoughts questing for anything he could use and for a moment felt something far off but then it was gone. He frowned and with a grimace sat down cross-legged in the muddy street, staff placed horizontally across his knees. He closed his eyes and tuned everything out, carefully he sent his senses out again questing for the ice he had sensed until suddenly he had it, he grinned and looked straight up, dark clouds hung overhead hiding the clear blue sky he'd so come to love since leaving constant storms of the icefields. Still this would take some doing, he closed his eyes again and with great care began his casting. Overhead something changed, the clouds began swirling, slowly ever so slowly the individual ice particles that made them began to join together. Illian sat, eyes closed, concentrating, If he slipped the ice would be wasted, falling from the sky in too small forms and not directed.	Name: Malcer Greystorm Age: 42 Gender: Male Race: Firen Appearance: Malcer doesn't deviate much from the ordinary look. His cheeks are bony but not sharp. He has a tan skin complexion dirtied with experience and age. He looks like he needs a shave. He also has greasy long brown hair and eyes. His hands are broad, meaty and wrought with age. He stands at about 6'4 - a giant - and weighs about 250 lb. Personality: Malcer is actually more of the tactician than the front liner. His bulk betrays little of his intellect. He can have intelligent conversations about current events, is an excellent chess player and plays the pan flute very well. He values his comrades a lot and will never leave a friend behind. However, as the years go by Malcer on the contrary grows in hardheadedness. If he feels a certain tactic is not working, he does what he looks like seems fit. This on occasion has nearly cost him his rank. He also has a weakness for hard drink. Character type and traits: Berserker Positive Traits: Intelligent, Loyal Negative Traits: Stubborn, Drunkard History: Malcer was born the eldest of five to a blacksmith in a small rural farming village in Firen. He was the tallest and strongest of the village boys around, and thus was always called on for the bulky jobs. However, he was also one of the more intelligent villagers. He bartered so well that he earned the nickname 'The Iavas Boy' among the townsfolk. He was one of the few in the village that could read or write and was always present in dealings with other villages. But most of the time in the village, they needed solid, steady arms and not much else. As he hewed lumber or pulled carts, Malcer felt there had to be something more to this. He wanted to put his abilities to better use than menial labor and occasional bartering. Malcer's chance came when a large band of bandits (lel) invaded the village on the eve of Malcer's 'manhood' party: eighteen years of age. They silenced all the fast runners and the messengers so news was never able to come to the capital. Malcer was strong and smart, so the bandits obviously tried to put a quick end to him as well. But when five of them attempted to slit his throat in bed, they discovered too late Malcer was a light sleeper. He mauled all of his attackers to death, and still in his frenzy rushed out the door, fought his way to the lead bandit and killed him - with his bare hands. The townsfolk made him a village hero and was offered the position of mayor. Malcer politely refused, saying he planned to put his abilities to a much greater use. With a sizable chunk of steel, Malcer for five days worked in his father's forge. He planned to make himself a knight's longsword, a symbol of courage and honor. He got the proportions quite out of shape, seeing as he had rarely seen a sword before and was used to forging farm tools. The sword could only be lifted by Malcer and the other strong men in the village, and even then it required two hands. Happy with his creation anyway, Malcer named his sword Nara, after his then childhood sweetheart. He went abroad and joined the army. He spent more than thirty years in service and was promoted to lieutenant. He would have gotten captain, but his hardheadedness prevented him from some potential promotions. Malcer was at his village and on leave when the invasions started. Malcer's village wasn't of great significance to the hordes, but it was still largely into the west and a company of about two hundred were sent to rout them. None escaped from the village save Malcer himself. He never forgave himself for it, and still has survivor's guilt to this day. With the loss of Malcer's platoon captain and half his regiment in the later onslaughts against Talamor, Malcer was promoted to captain and was given authority to command a company of fifty or so conscripts. Malcer was one of the captains to volunteer their company to defend the Sky Bridge. His men showed no opposition to their superior's command: many of them had lost their families to the horde, and, like their captain, were out for revenge. Equipment: - His greatsword, Nara - Long dagger - Backpack with supplies to survive in the wild for five days - Studded leather armor - Visored helmet Other: Assuming that a Firenian company is made up of a hundred conscripts btw.
2,177	45	2	691	578	A group of twelve men stood near the front of the military formation, standing out like sore thumbs to the organized uniformed units in front of them. They wore light armour that didn't match and they wielded weapons of different types, the only thing that could be identified as a 'uniform' on these men were the various golden pieces of armour they wore that bore the symbol of the Hillklag Sellswords. These men didn't stand in a straight line, or evenly spaced from each other. Some lent on their weapons as the motivating speech was given while others stood similarly to the stance of one would expect soldiers to stand for such a moment. One of them, a man who had a golden right shoulder piece, stood with his sword drawn and stared uninterestingly at the Guardian of The Light who now spoke. Feeling a nudge on his right shoulder, he turned to look at the man who was the leader of the Hillklag squad, an obvious veteran who wielded an obnoxiously large flail. The man whispered to him, "Cheer up friend, all we have to do is survive and we'll leave as rich men." The silent man gave a dissatisfied grunt before turning his attention to the now open front gate. As the army readied itself for the eventual enemy, the Hillklag Sellsword thought on how he was hire after the caravan he was traveling on, along with a group of other Hillklag mercenaries. The man was realizing that it was probably a big mistake to take up the offer, for a following of reasons: The man who hired them was a captain, claiming the Knight-Captain wanted to hire them and that they would be paid with a sum of money that no merc ever would imagine ever receiving in a single battle. The price should have been the first warning but the fact that a captain offered the job and not a normal scribe or similar could be considered abnormal. What also said this wasn't a fair deal was that the Hillklag Sellswords were on the frontline, not like how their unit should be used. When the visage of the enemy came through the gate, the silent man stood there stunned at the size of the beasts. The Guardian called for the archers to fire, followed by the monsters to be covered in arrows. Their roar was staggering, causing a couple of the Hillklag mercs to shift backwards slightly. Then the beasts made their charge. One of the Line-breakers charged for their small group, performing an overhead swing to crush one or two of them. The Hillklag members easily dodged the attack but fumbled when the ground shook from the hit. The Line-breaker then used this distraction to perform a sweep attack, killing four of the mercenaries. At this point, the soldiers behind them also charged the beast. The Hillklag's leader shouted to his men, "Distract it! Give the grunts time to take it down." He twirled his flail and hit the leg armour of the Line-breaker, attempting to draw its attention. The Line-breaker simply kicked the man, sending him into the ranks behind them. The silent Hillklag merc had used this moment to get under the beast to slash it a few times in the weak points of its armour. The beast reached down and grabbed him by the leg, pulling him up above its head. As the Line-breaker was about to slam him against the ground, the mercenary drew his dagger from its scabbard and jabbed it into a weak point in the creature's wrist armour. The Line-breaker shrieked in pain as it let go of him, flinging it's hand as it did. The mercenary fell on top of other soldiers, his dagger still stuck in the creature's wrist. Recovering himself from the two cursing soldiers underneath him, the mercenary charged, as did a few other soldiers. Now ignoring the pain, and realizing it's imminent death, the Line-breaker took another strike with its massive weapon. When the weapon met with the ground, crushing a man at the same time, the mercenary stumbled and was shoved aside from charging soldiers. As the Hillklag Sellsword recovered, one of them soldiers managed to strike the killing blow, the beast falling to the ground. Annoyed at not getting the kill himself, the mercenary approached the beast and retrieved his dagger as soldiers rushed passed him to deal with the remaining Line-breakers. After he had pulled the blade from its place, he looked around and noticed he was the only remaining Hillklag Sellsword still standing. Eight of the eleven men he was assigned to lay on the ground with other soldiers who had been unfortunate enough. "R-R-Roger." The mercenary heard a voice underneath a couple of corpses and moved them out of the way to discover a heavily wounded Hillklag Sellsword underneath. The man had his right leg crushed, along with his single golden boot he had worn on that leg, the damage was probably done by the Line-breaker's weapon. "R-Roger. Is it over?" Roger knelt down as he inspected his fellow mercenary, this man was seemingly young, probably only had been an official Hillklag Sellsword for a few months, if not weeks. Roger, after checking his fellow's leg, gave the young man a couple of pats on his shoulder. Though he would probably have to lose his leg, the young merc would live, if they survived this fight. With that reminder, Roger glanced back at the gate as the men around him regained their fighting lines, only to see the newly revealed enemy troops. Their leanness and lack of armour confused him at first, but after seeing them react to the hail of arrows, it was quickly apparent why they wore no armour. As the creatures charged, Roger took up a position in the line, hoping someone would end up taking the wounded back to a safer point, if possible. Roger's thoughts of his comrade disappeared when the ranks troops clashed with each other.	Name: Amras Siannodel. Age: 125 Gender: Male Race: Lebethron Elve. Appearance: !( "enter image title here") Personality: Amras eschews the fineries of civilised life and enjoys greatly the thrill of the hunt, believing that the hardships of survival build character and gives him his strength. In his eyes, the civilised elves have abandoned this way of life and become weak as a result. He is a passionate person, who follows tends to follow his heart instead of his head, trusting in his instincts and intuition, because they are the best tools for survival in the primal forests. He's also intense in thought and demeanour, with a straight connection between his heart, mind and body. He always says what He really thinks about something and does not hesitate to act when He knows he is doing the right thing. Amras can have two faces, the one they show to to his people and the one He wears for outsiders. To other Elves, He is attentive, kind and protective, but to others he is aloof, uppity and with more than a measure of arrogance. Character type and traits: Telcontar (Woodland Ranger.) Traits Positive: Loyal, Steadfast. Negitive: Overprotective, Distrusting of other Races. History: Aramil, his Brother Balen and his sister,Alysia, all grew up in a small but close knit village,his Father Nukumna sits on the Council of Elders thus Aarmil's education was more advanced for he was being groomed to take his fathers place once he became of age,but the call of the Forest was too strong,and Aramil took the path of his Grandfather Tanure, becoming an Officer in the Elven Defense Forces. Equipment: Elven Longbow, Elven longsword, Mithril Armor,3 bottled Mist,Camouflage Paint,5 vails Cold Fire,5 vails Ironwood Balm/1 sack Spidersilk/2 bottles Liquid Light,Travelling Cloak,2 sets of clothes,3 loavesWaybread.small sack of provisions for 5 days.
2,178	45	3	1,420	925	The stone hammer fell down upon the ground, giving off a mighty cracking sound as the line-breaker gave out a bellow. Maro had dodged the attack, by rolling out of the way at the last minute, but in no way was he out of danger yet. The brute of a creature brought up his hammer again and swung down upon where he stood. Maro in turn jumped backwards, loosing his balance on a fresh corpse and fell down on his buttocks. The line-breaker, having lifted his hammer again, brought it down once more. This time the hit pulverized the fresh corpse, sending blood in every direction and subsequently splattering Maro in gore. It roared as it was brought up its hammer for the fourth time, Maro quickly got on his feet, and lunged at the thing. His first strike landed on the creatures waist, where there was no armor. Blood oozed from the wound, he had hit his mark. There was no time to celebrate as he was then slapped aside, its hand hitting him square in the chest. He tumbled back and eventually slid to a stop upon his hands, the wind knocked out of him. Maro breathed, and his chest jolted in pain. Everything seemed to slow as the line-breaker brought up his hammer for the final time. It was his doom, Maro thought as he exploded from where he was, this time evading the oncoming swing that cracked the ground beside him. He jumped, using the shock-wave as boost sent his blade straight into the creatures eye-hole. Black blood spurted out and it tumbled backwards with Maro on top. Not a day earlier Maro had found himself at Castle First Reach, the gateway to the last great bastion in the land, Castle Salvano. It was the only place left to go and he needed to know if anyone else from Feer la Den had made it besides the ones he was with. If his master was there then surely he would find him, after all the guardians were a stern bunch and if anyone could make it then it would have been them. Many refugees were still pouring in from their ransacked towns and villages. Those that had managed to make it, were beyond lucky, as many would never see the light of day again and it made him shudder. Looking upon the battlements, all manner of soldiers were preparing for the inevitable. Night would soon be upon them and with it, the darkness and its all consuming army. He had made a vow to stop the darkness, and now it was destroying everything that this world knew. He shook his head in disgust. These monsters would pay for what they have done. he would stand proud when they came knocking at those gates. Eventually he had found some food being distributed by some local guards. They were surrounded by every manner of hungry folk, most being civilians who had nothing except the clothes on their backs. He pitied them, but knew that they would not be the ones fighting, and after all he would need his strength for the upcoming battle. Maro began to push his way through the crowd, but shortly after some shouts were made and other non-desirable things were said, people began to make a path. After all, he was a Templar Knight, and needed to protect these people by staying strong. Upon reaching the top he stood on a box and began to shout, "Remember that the Goddess gives strength to all who ask for it! Upon walking through these fine streets I prayed to the goddess for such strength, and when I rounded the corner I saw which could keep me well for the fight ahead! You are all doing a service by letting those who choose to fight for you, a little extra in return. I thank you for your services, may the Goddess always watch over you." With his speech done and the crowd's threats dulled for now, he got his share of the food and went somewhere quite to eat. Night fell quickly, and the area became hushed. The might of the garrison posted here was being summoned to the gate in earnest. The defense of this area was key in allowing civilians to flee and time for Salvano to bolster its defenses. Maro held little hope that this castle would outlast the siege that was before them. Regardless of that fact, he would press on with the soldiers that were now surrounding him. Some gave him looks of appreciation, others of fear but it mattered not to him as he was a Templar and the Goddess had is back. His stern expression started to relax when the Lord, Bali was his name, started to give a moral boost in the way of a speech. His heart was even lifted more when Guardian Fenris Laski could be gazed upon. It also filled him with sadness, for something told him he was the last Guardian now. His thoughts turned to battle when the gate was finally breached and the sight of the line=breakers sent a shiver down his spine, but he was ready. He stood up from the corpse, covered in fresh blood. Looking around the destruction he saw corpses everywhere, and the last of the line-breakers falling down. A new horn was played, and gazing from where he stood, he could barely see, but he did manage to catch a glimpse of a shield wall and the raining of arrows down upon them. So this new enemy knew tactics then, something that could be even more costly to them. Maro took up his sword from the brute's eye and stepped off onto the blood soaked ground, as he rejoined the ranks. Quickly the front lines were besieged and many of the creatures broke through with quickness that seemed unnatural. This new test was on its way.	Name: Roger Maltuits (Mal-too-its) Age: 29 Gender: Male Race: Human -- Firen Appearance: - Height: 5'12 - Hair: Medium length, black and is normally in 'helmet hair' condition. No facial hair. - Eyes: Hazelnut brown - Build: Muscular - Skin tone: Slightly tanned - a variety of minor scars along his upper body, primarily upon his arms. A particularly nasty scar located on his right shoulder Personality: Roger is one to get straight to the point, caring little about tiptoeing around most issues. When a conversation is happening, he usually ends up being polite and letting those in the conversation speak as they would, only interrupting if he feels it's necessary. Has little interest in making lasting friends, except for work purposes. Feels money should be earned by actual work or labor, not given and taken freely. He doesn't normally accept criminal contracts, preferring to stay on the good side of the law. Character type: Hillklag Sellsword = traits: Positive Brave, Loyal / Negative Arrogant, nonspiritual History: Roger had finished a contract in a nearby town, one he had been doing for nearly a year. The job itself wasn't exactly something he liked doing, playing the scary bodyguard of a crooked and vile merchant. None of the townsfolk could fight him, though a few had tried. He didn't kill anyone, simply giving them a minor scar or scare. The local guardsmen couldn't do anything about him either, primarily because he didn't break any rules or laws, though they disliked him almost as much as they disliked the merchant. However, when the time came to when the contract was at an end and the merchant offered to renew it, Roger refused and made his way to leave town. The merchant didn't try to stop him as he could easily hire more thugs for a cheaper price from the local pub. With that, Roger managed to hitch a ride with a small caravan, wondering if the next job would be more fulfilling. Equipment: - a hand-and-a-half sword (Primary weapon, can be used with one or two hands) - a dagger (Secondary weapon, normally used in his left hand; either with or without his primary weapon) - satchel with various papers, blank & written. Also has an ink & quill to write with. - backpack with supplies - ( on right arm with Hillklag symbol - leather armour and ( Armour colours mostly consists of browns with a bit of black to contrast it. Other: He's mute & ambidextrous.
2,179	45	4	2,030	717	Thalius looked around him. Standing atop the battlements of Castle First Reach, he was with what remained of Veradan's military strength. It was nothing to boast about: men and women who were displaced from their units and hastily merged together with what was left. He could see members of the 33rd Siege Dogs (the only unit who made it out with only half of them dead after a failed attempt to attack an undead garrison), The 21st Highlanders (An archery unit lucky enough to mostly survive Veradan's fall), and even the 29th Frontiersmen (The recruits who had been tasked with refugee evacuation). The rest of the men gathered there were of other units, too many to identify. Thalius felt a short pang of sadness when he again remembered that none of the 12th Valkyries would be standing alongside him this time, but he shook it off and steeled himself for the upcoming battle. The strange skull that broke the gate took them all by surprise. Thalius had not seen such a monstrosity when Veradan's gates were breached. Though he had recovered himself from the momentary shock, something told him that this battle might be worse and more brutal than any fight he had seen with these creatures yet. The first things to attack them however, were something he was more familiar with. "Line Breakers first... Typical strategy. Soften us up and divide our ranks to make us easy targets for the rest of their force" Thalius thought as he studied their enemy. Their massive size and weaponry were meant to intimidate and destroy. If it was the first time he had seen them, Thalius might have been scared. However, he had seen these brutes twice before, and he knew what they were capable of. He also knew they were very slow and dim-witted; anyone fast enough could bring one down so long as they had support distracting the Line Breaker. He and the other Rangers had prepared their longbows and were waiting for the order to fire. Eventually, the Guardian from Feer la Den, Fenris Laski had given the order and they prepared to launch their arrows. "Notch!” With discipline honed from years of training, the Veradan Rangers all pulled back their bows in complete sync with one another, ready to fire on demand. “Loose!” And with that, the arrows from their section all shot off at the same time, covering the enemy with projectiles, and bringing down a few of them. But it did not stop their advance. "All we can do is weaken them and hope that the men on the ground can do the rest" Thalius thought as he remembered their role for this battle. The Line Breakers continued closing the distance to their footmen. “Free fire!” Laski ordered. With that, the Rangers started aiming their shots at the weak points instead of just creating a large volley of arrows. Thalius pulled back on the string of his bow and chose a target among all the Line Breakers. He decided to go for one that was approaching Fenris. "Corporal Garret, assist me with this target!" Thalius commanded the Ranger to his left, gesturing at the Line Breaker heading towards The Guardian. "I'll stun him. And you put one straight through his head." He said, as he quickly launched a shot at the Line Breaker's neck, causing the foe to stagger, and Garret immediately launched his arrow straight through the eye, causing the creature to roar its signature scream. "Bullseye!" Garret shouted. "No time to celebrate, they're beginning their charge!" Another Ranger said. The Line Breakers had already closed the distance between their lines, and fights were erupting everywhere. "They're too close to our men! Shots at them are too risky. Prioritize the ones behind their front lines, reduce their numbers and weaken them for the defenders." Thalius commanded. The other Rangers acknowledged it and focused their efforts on the Line Breakers just behind the front to give the troops on the ground an easier time. Their arrows kept flying from their battlements as the brawl on the ground continued. However, there were just so many of them, and they could not launch arrows fast enough to reduce them by any significant number, leaving a majority of them to be taken care of by the rest of the army. By the end of it, their forces had taken heavy casualties despite the momentary victory. The cheers began erupting from the crowd. "That's the first wave done..." A Ranger squad leader by the name of Brachen said. "If we keep up at this kill-casualty ratio, then it wont take long for this garrison to fall. This assault is far from over." Thalius remarked. The cheering was cut short when the horn began blowing and a new enemy began marching upon them. They were different, and Thalius didn't think he had seen these kind of undead spearmen before. "Thalius... Did I ever tell you I hate it when you're right?" Brachen said as he prepared his bow once more. Thalius did not respond, but began readying another arrow. These enemies were different, they were unarmored unlike the Line Breakers, they carried shields and spears, and they marched in a neatly organized formation. "I've never seen them display this kind of coordination before... This could be troublesome..." Thalius thought as he began considering how to deal with them. Fenris Laski raised his sword into the air from below them and gave them the command. “Archers, fire at will!” The Rangers did as they were told and launched their projectiles at the new enemy, trying to aim for the neck, legs, arms, and lower jaw, as they were the unarmored areas that weren't immediately covered by the shields. Upon launching however, they saw that their enemy began bunching up together and created an impenetrable wall of shields that caught their arrows. Only very few of them managed to sneak through the tiny gaps in the shield wall, and they did not even do anything visibly significant to the enemy advance. "What the blazes is this?!" Brachen exclaimed a he loaded another arrow and fired at them, trying to go for a gap, but it was quickly covered up, causing the shot to deflect off harmlessly. Thalius fired his own shot, trying to hit one of the spearmen in the middle, but again, the arrow was caught. "They react smartly and swiftly. This is behavior unlike any I've seen before..." Thalius remarked while the other archers kept trying to hit them. He was starting to think this was a waste of arrows when Laski told them to stop. “Cease fire, cease fire!” They stopped their volley and began considering their options. "What are we supposed to do against that? None of our arrows get through!" Garret exclaimed. Suddenly however, the shield wall fell down and the spearmen held their weapons ready as they began pacing quickly to their lines. "These bastards are using actual tactics... And with reflexes faster than any normal army." Brachen observed. Don't take their bait, wait for your chance to strike! Archers, mages, pick your shots!” Fenris ordered before charging into the fray. "What do we do?" Asked Wellington, an archer from the 29th Frontiersmen. "We do what we were told, pick our shots!" Brachen replied as he aimed for one of the creatures, and launched an arrow at them, which the target deflected. Thalius had thought about them for a while, and decided to treat the enemy as like living soldiers. "They'll react if they see our shots coming, but not if they're distracted. They can only react to so much at the same time. Wait until they engage our men, and take them out one by one. Don't fire as volleys, but choose individual targets to avoid any friendly-fire. Prioritize enemies that are closest to our soldiers and commanding officers, and communicate your targets with each other." He told them. The Rangers nodded and began firing at individual enemies. Thalius himself chose targets and attempted picking them off. Their reactions were fast, but not fast enough it seemed. Because while they could block them if they saw the arrow, they could be too preoccupied with a footsoldier to notice one being lodged into their body. With that said, they still had reflexes that were inhuman, as a simple glance around or a twist of their head seemed to be enough to tell them all they needed to know about their environment and what dangers were heading their way. Thalius and the other Rangers needed precise timing to fire their shots without it being spotted by the spearmen, and waiting for that opportunity made it so that they weren't as fast as firing as before, and the casualty count was starting to rise. "We're not killing them fast enough!" Leonhard, another squad leader, said in anger. "We do what we can. If this is all we're capable of accomplishing then it's still better than nothing." Thalius responded. "Hey uhh... Does anyone else feel like the weather's acting strange?" A Ranger from the 29th asked, looking up to the unnatural swirling clouds in the sky. "Stop staring at clouds and shoot at the enemy!" Brachen shouted angrily at the recruit. Meanwhile, a pale and oddly pretty woman suddenly arrived at their battlements. Someone would have asked what she was doing there, but they were all too busy trying to land their shots. Suddenly the woman threw her knife down the wall, stabbing one of the spearmen who had trapped one of their soldiers. A few Rangers looked down to see what happened and saw the spearman suddenly begin clawing itself until it had died by its own hands. "By the Gods.... I'm glad you're on our side." Leonhard said to the woman, who seemed to be some kind of Mage. "Leonhard, focus! You're missing opportunities to shoot" Thalius reminded him. "Right! Apologies." He said as he took aim once more. Thalius could see how this fight was going, and it was not good. These Spearmen had tactics that reduced the effectiveness of archers, and also had a significant advantage in close combat from their heightened reflexes. Added to the fact that they were outnumbered by a large degree, and Thalius knew that they needed a more organized plan for their entire defense force to tackle them. He wasn't sure exactly what they could do to counter this new enemy, but they needed to do it fast.	Name: Thalius Hanadar Age: 39 Gender: Male Race: Firen Appearance: He looks a little older than he actually is, with a hard face having a few wrinkles and scratches, and light skin. He has black, short, crew-cut hair. He has a short, rough beard forming around the outline of his mouth and chin. He has a medium body build, not scrawny, but not muscular or large either. He stands at 6'1 Personality: Thalius can quickly come off as an emotionless and detached person. He chooses not to spend time with others much, not even his fellow Veradan military survivors. He does not speak casually very often. However, he can prepare a battleplan on the fly and give orders with clarity and confidence. He has a sound and calm mind, capable of maintaining his composure even in the most stressful of situations. However, he treats his fellow soldiers (more specifically, those assigned underneath him) more like tools and assets than actual people (Though he appears to treat himself that way as well). He seems to show indifference as to whether they will survive a fight or not. Though this does not mean he’ll just send them or himself to their deaths, as he will do what he can to keep them all alive. But it seems to be motivated more by “maintaining their long-term usefulness” rather than a genuine care for their life. Character type and traits: Battlement Ranger – A calm and collected strategist. He is determined and never believes that the war is impossible. He comes off as cold and uncaring; not getting much trust or confidence easily from allies (and them not usually receiving his in return). His lack of empathy can make him disregard their emotional states at times. History: Thalius’ past is not something he openly discusses with anyone, unless they have earned their trust. What is known about him is that he had lived in the human city of Veradan, and that both his parents were soldiers. Following their footsteps, he enlisted as soon as he was capable, and of age. At first, his parents did not wish for him to take on the same dangerous lifestyle they had chosen to live, and tried to stop him for his own safety. But after an incident regarding a thief breaking into their home, they realized he was capable of protecting himself, and so they relented. Thalius was a member of the 20th Frontiersmen Platoon when he first started his military career; a unit comprised of entirely new recruits, called upon only against small-fry like bandits, or when the more experienced units need immediate assistance. After showing exceptional skill in ranged combat and tactics, he was transferred to the 12th Valkyrie Regiment (A long-range, support unit) after some years of service. Things were going well for them, but everything fell apart when the dead army began marching. Being a large city and center of trade, it was a prime target for cutting off supplies and assistance to the other remaining strongholds. The 12th Valkyrie Regiment remained at the city walls with the other ranged units, while the footmen held their position at ground level. They were ready to fight to their last, but the sight of the enemy made them realize it might have been pointless... An entire horde of unimaginable size marched upon them, with their soldiers and weapons looking like something torn out of a nightmare. Thalius tried to think of something they could have done to counter this threat, but even with a swift meeting of squad leaders and tacticians they all knew it was hopeless. No maneuever or plan would turn the battle in their favor. Their enemy fought using one thing: pure overwhelming force; a force that could not be stopped no matter what they did. The defenders fought valiantly, but there was no stopping the flood of monsters, the gates were breached, and defeat was imminent. Ragtag remains of the different platoons and units that made up the once proud and professional military force of Veradan reached the Sky Bridge, and volunteered themselves to assist in its defense. They doubted they would have a better chance considering how disorganized and unprepared the volunteer defenders were, but many of them wanted payback for the slaughter of their companions. And if it meant giving the monsters a harder time, they were willing to stand against the onslaught. Equipment: Wooden longbow for long-ranged and accurate firing Veradan Light Ranger armor Leather backpack for supplies and other items, with arrow quiver attached to the side Small, retractable Telescope Compact Crossbow for mid-range combat Crossbow Bolts and container Steel Shortsword for close-range engagements Other: He keeps a small, steel lockbox in his personal quarters, and in his bag when travelling. Just for fun... Here's his Theme Song: You Know My Name - Chris Cornell
2,180	45	5	1,642	684	On the front-line The tip of a Dark Creature's spear found it's way into the chest of a soldier nearby, quickly sprouting an torrent of red blood. The soldier screamed out in pain as blood began to trickle out of his mouth. The creature attempted to pull the spear back through, yet the hands of the dying man found itself wrapped around the shaft of the spear. With a look of pure spite on his face, he pulled backwards using his weight to rip the spear away from the dark creature. Another soldier grabbed the shield and pulled the creature back into his ranks. Other soldiers were quick to put their spears and swords into the dark creatures body. The creature roared a terrible scream, the soldiers kept stabbing their weapons into the creatures torso. It tried to lash out at the soldiers for a split second, but his voice went silent and his body fell limp. Across the lines of combat, the soldiers faced a similar situation. Often times needing to sacrifice five to ten soldiers for even one of the dark creatures killed. The Dark creatures never stopped in their advance, constantly pushing further and further down the road. The soldiers on the walls were quick to position troops on the stairs, preventing their positions from being overwhelmed. Elsewhere in the battle Ladders began to be put up on the walls from the outside, and a combination of Line-breaker's and the small creatures that make up the bulk of their armies began to climb .up the ladders. The small creatures would normally stand near five foot ten, but their backs were bent sideways halfway down. While it made climbing the ladders difficult, it made them awkward to fight. A simple swordsman however, could dispose of one with ease and with patience. In the middle of the battle. One of the dark creatures thrust his spear at the head of Fenris. Fenris blocked it with a swing of his sword, cracking the spear down it's shaft. The broken spear fell to the ground and in a quick motion the creature drew it's sword. Raising it's shield up, it thrust it's body forward shield first into the shielded form of Fenris. As the shields connected the sword of the Dark Creature slashed out above the shields. Fenris took the blow, slowly being pushed back as he cowered behind the shield to avoide the strikes. He lowered his body down and slashed his sword at the legs of the creatures, cutting through the rotting flesh with ease forcing the creature to his knee's. Fenris raised his body while lowering his shield, and raised his sword up high and was ready to strike the killing blow down on the creature. The sight of another spear flying in from the left side quickly forced his head down to the right. The razor sharp edge of the spear cut through a few strands of hair before the shaft rested on his shoulder for a split second before the creature began to pull it back. Fenris raised his shield and pushed the spear upwards, before thrusting his sword quickly through the neck of the creature causing it's dark blood to erupt outwards. Fenris quickly pulled the sword out of the second creatures neck and thrust it into the chest of the first one who was trying to ready his sword for another strike. Quickly causing the rotten flesh to give way to a torrent of dark black blood. Another spear was thrust, this time cutting a small gash across his forearm. He pulled his sword from the creature, allowing it to fall down, before he raised his shield up to cover his body from a second strike from the creature. His eyes fixated on the creature yet his eyes were mindful for any sign of attack from the other directions. A strong hand gripped his shoulder, alerting him that Lord Bali had some news from him. Fenris quickly stepped back from the front-line's, his spot was quickly filled by another soldier. Fenris quickly made his way back from the frontlines and he side stepped a rushing soldier, before looking at Lord Bali. He grabbed a cloth from his waist, eyes locked on the lord with a look of 'why did you drag me away' on his face, and began to tie the makeshift bandage on the wound. A few soldiers ran between the men, rushing towards the front-line with an ill advised look of confidence on their face. Lord Bali's hand remained rested on the hilt of his sword, his face like he had seen a ghost, and a somewhat exhausted look that had befallen his body. “Well speak Lord Bali!” Fenris demanded “Our situation here is bleak, we lose many men agianst this enemy. We can not sit idly by!” “There's a pair of Dôr Thuran.” He paused, and took a deep breath. “They just appeared out of the shadows.” Lord Bali said as he motioned for Fenris to follow. Fenris had adopted a similarly perplexed look, finishing up tying the cloth around the wound before he followed. "Our soldiers have them encircled but they ask for you to judge our old enemy's intentions," “A Dôr Thuran?” Fenris shot back “I thought none have been seen since the end of the Great Reckoning?” Fenris said as he quickened his pace. “What made them leave the bloody blocked pass?” He paused his tone as his head twisted quickly to battle behind "What brings them to us?" Lord Bali matched his pace and continued “Yeah, thats what's so fucked up about their appearance here!” Lord Bali paused as he pointed towards where the towering creature's stood. "We don't know, but we best find out quickly." Fenris had heard the stories of these massive beasts, yet he never believed them to be true. yet his eye's did not lie about what stood in-front of him. His eyes strained to grasp the enormous height of the two beasts, he could only guess that the two creatures stood well over several feet tall. His pace slowed as his eyes darted to the frame of the one that drew his attention the most. From his distance he could only make out the basic details of it, but he saw the creature's armor borrowed heavily from the forest, In lieu of steel plates on his chest and shoulder, the creature had what appeared to be thick yet well shaped plates of wood. As he looked even closer it seemed every last piece of his armor bore some heritage to the forest. A thick layer of a moss like substance blanketed his chest and arms, while a helmet made from the same wood as the chest armor covered his face; crowned with a couple circles of thorns. His eyes flowed down to his left arm, sharp wooden spikes erupted out from the back of his arm. His spear was mostly normal, save for the inscribed runes and an area just beneath the spear tip. Surrounding an emerald green colored gem were more wooden spikes erupting in an even circle around the gem. The spear tip was a solid, and appeared to be a very sharp to the Guardian's eyes. He began to move again as Lord Bali called him back to attention, his head darted back to the battle behind him noticing the front-line was being pushed back even more. His eyes darted back to the Dôr Thuran's and his eyes quickly fell upon the other one, and his eyes were greeted by the familiar site of steel plate's covering the body of the creature. Overlapping up and over the chest were solid plates of steel, surrounding a teal coloured gem. His eyes moved up and looked at the shoulder plates of the creature and marvelled at the design. His right shoulder had two additional overlapping plates of steel, with tassels coming down off the edge. His eyes darted to the right shoulder and noticed that only one plate covering it but three spikes of solid steel rose out of the armor. Up his neck rose two more plates of steel that curved outwards provided protection from any errant strikes. Beneath the spike covered helmet no eyes could be seen. Fenris slowly moved away from the rear ranks and his expression of suprise did nothing but grow with the unobstructed view of the creatures. His head quickly looked over to Lord Bali, before returning to the creatures in front of him. He slowly moved into the circle of soldiers, placing his hand on the shoulder of the first he came in contact with. "Easy soldier" He spoke in a hushed tone. "They're monsters sir!" The soldier spoke in an even more hushed tone, fear could be read off his young face. "They almost wiped mankind off the map two-" "I know" Fenris interrupted "keep your sword at the ready." Fenris commanded as he moved closer into the circle. Fenris moved halfway between his soldiers and the creatures, his sword raised up high and pointing towards the chest of the wood covered creature. "What are you doing here, Dôr Thuran?" "Dar lun tovash dorlun." Spoke the wood covered creature to Fenris in a very deep, yet ghostly tone. The soldiers and Fenris each braced themselves as the creature spoke. Each soldier looked between themselves with a nervous look, and strengthened their grips on their swords. "Tovas don tuli?" Fenris sword lowered as his free hand flew to his face, shaking it from side to side. His hand released his head and he stared into his open palm as he spoke "By the Goddess, they can't speak the common tongue!" He said as his sword pointed back and forth between the two. The steel clad creature moved his head towards the face of Fenris, the soldiers each moved backwards and raised their swords up in response. "I can speak for us, if you'd like human." His tone was not quite as deep, yet just as eerily ghostly as the first. Fenris's head quickly jolted to the form of the creature before speaking "If you could speak, why not answer my question?" He said as frustration bellowed from his face. The creature took a quick couple steps closer to Fenris, causing many of the soldiers behind Fenris to rush forward and thrust their swords at the creature, Fenris placed the tip of his sword on the teal jewel on the creatures chest. The creature slowly lowered his head down and looked straight down into the face of Fenris. "You did not ask me a question." His free hand slowly raised up before placing it's massive fingers on the edge of the blade. "We are your enemy no longer." He paused as his hand pushed the blade away from his chest. "Your enemy is out there." Raising his free hand and pointing out towards the battle with his index finger. Fenris looked around at the other soldiers, nodding at them each in turn before they backed away from the creatures. "How do we know we can trust you?" Fenris said as he pulled his sword back to his side, letting the tip sag to the ground. "How do we know your end game is the same as ours?" The creature lent out a soft laugh "You can't and it's not." He spoke with a matter of fact tone "But we will assist you none the less in this fools errand." His head darted over to his comrades, who was stuck staring at the walls. "Valen, Dorith?" A serious tone filled the air. "Galuin de na ni veylo fan!" He spoke as he pointed his spear towards a section on the wall, to the left of the gate. The second creature looked towards the section and nodded his head. "What is it, creature?" Questioned Fenris as he looked back, seeing nothing but the large battle behind him. "What does it see?" Fenris asked. "His name, commander, is Dorith." Came an aggressive tone from the creature. "What he sees is not good." Pausing as he pointed his finger towards the walls "The enemy is pushing up the stairs, trying to rid your walls of your archers." "Lord Bali, we must send some soldiers to reinforce that-" Fenris began to order. "Dorith will go." The creature spoke in a commanding tone. "He will need five soldiers with him." Fenris adopted an angry look as his head tilted "And who are you to order us? In our castle?" "You know my name very well commander." Spoke the creature in a near silent voice. "Thedas." Fenris adopted a look of shock, as did the Lord Bali. "You were responsible for starting the Great Reckoning!" Fenris spoke in a hushed voice. Thedas tilted his head up as he spoke in a quiet tone "History is written by the victors, commander." Thedas placed his hand on Dorith's shoulder and continued "Doh, Durith." Thedas turned his head back to Fenris as Dorith began to run out, ignoring the soldiers who stood in his way and began to make his way towards one of the stairways that led to the wall. Thedas looked back to Fenris and spoke again in a confident, commanding tone "You don't need to trust us, just help us help you." Fenris looked over towards Lord Bali then towards the soldiers who were nearby. "You soldiers." Pointing out several of them in the process "Go with the one called Dorith, assist them in my place." Lord Bali quickly moved over to Fenris and was about to speak but Fenris spoke first "Indeed I do not trust you, Thedas, but I welcome your help. The enemy of my enemy, correct?" Fenris said as he lent out his hand as a gesture of good will. "We are not your friend, commander." He spoke in a quick voice "But we shall be brothers in this war." Thedas spoke in a confident tone, and he extended his hand as out and grasped the hand of Fenris and shook. His head quickly darted up and his hand fell from Fenris's. "Speak of what you see." Spoke Fenris "They have created a breach in your lines on the wall, I fear that your flank is in danger." He replied. "I will go and get some soldiers." Fenris shouted as he turned some body to run back to the lines behind him but a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him. "I need a word with you yet, commander." Spoke Thedas "Alone." Removing his hand from the commanders shoulder as he montioned over to a side street that would lead to one of the stairs, before walking away. Lord Bali let a second pass, waiting until Thedas was out of earshot before speaking "I don't trust it." He said as his eyes followed Thedas moved. "I don't trust it around you while you just have a few soldiers." Fenris looked back towards the Lord Bali and spoke in an excited tone. "By the Goddess you are right my friend. That's why i ask you to return to the fight, and find me some true soldiers." He paused as he turned his body towards the Lord and continued "Templars, the Hillklag swordsmen, and any who have proven themselves in battle offer them the choice to fight by my side." He paused. "Send twenty of our swordsmen as well. Make no mention of Thedas or Dorith, let me do that for them but mention the dire state of the flanks." "All right." Sighed Lord Bali "All right, be careful in the meantime." He said as he shook his head and turned around and ran back towards the battle. Fenris and Thedas Fenris approached Thedas in a careful manner from behind. "What is so important that you must speak to me alone from my men?" "This battle is hopeless commander." He spoke "Even you must notice this." His voice was quick and blunt. "No battle is hopeless when the Goddess fights with us" Fenris preeched "Even so, what power is a Goddess against a god in flesh?" He countered "Your men can fight, but they will die." Thedas turned his body to face Fenris "The forces at play here are complicated, even I don't fully understand it." He paused as he pointed down the road towards the Sky Bridge and continued "Unless you and your soldiers make it across then I fear all might be lost." Fenris shook his head at the thought of a retreat. "We shall do no such thing. The general has ordered us to hold, even to the last man." Fenris spoke. "A bad order." He bluntly spoke. "And what grants you this foresight, Thedas?" Questioned Fenris. "As real as your Goddess is to you my god is to me." He said "Only my god doesn’t remain silent like yours." He paused as his head looked back to the rear of the army and continued "Your soldiers are coming, in good time even, we'll continue this conversation when we are across the bridge." Lord Bali and the soldiers. Lord Bali ran through the lines as chaos began to fall over the lines. The enemy was pushing hard, and the soldiers began to feel a cold chill fall over the air. Some murmured the change in temperature was a sign the dead god was near, but Lord Bali was not phased by this talk. He ran to each soldiers in turn; Roger Maltuits, Maro Heman, Malcer Greystorm, and others like them. Each was told the situation but the decision was up to them. They could pull back from the fight now and assist Fenris with their flanks, but leave the situation in the middle uncertain or they could stay on the lines, keeping the enemy at bay but leave a hole in their flank that could prove bad. Thalius Hanadar, and Celine Branwenl and the failing walls. As the flanks become more muddled with both the new dark creatures below, and the others coming over the walls, each find themselves in a different and dangerous situation. Thalius and Celine find their positions becoming ever more surrounded. With the Dark Creatures coming from below and Line-Breakers and the bulk of the dead god's army coming up from the walls. They can expect reinforcements soon, as Dorith and a small band of soldiers will attempt and break through to assist them but they are on their own for now. They can either find a more defensible position elsewhere, taking away support from their own soldiers below or they can hold their ground and tempt fate that Dorith arrives in time to help. Other archers and mages on the wall would not be so likely to receive this support at first, but many will find escape routes from the horde across the rooftops. The cold truth about Illian Illian's massive spell had caught the attention of the enemy and friends alike. His race meant that the human mages around him did not trust his intentions. While the Dark Creatures seemingly knew the extent of what the spell's power will cause to their forces. A couple spears flew through the air targeting the mage Illian, finding home in a couple other mages as well. He could continue to cast and release this spell while risking death or injury, or he could release it early and protect the other's mages. Either kill the enemy and be the target of his friends, or wound the enemy and have the trust of the other mages.	Name: Fenris Laski Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Human - Firen Appearance: !( "enter image title here") Personality: Fenris is one part veteran soldier and one part religious devote. He is the proverbial hybrid of a scholar and a front-line soldier, always reciting chants from The Book of the Holy Light during his day to day life while still not suffering a bit for his lack of focus on the battlefield. After a battle is over, he can often be seen performing the Last Rite over the dying men before plunging his sword into their body. He will never betray the duty he has to his Goddess, and refuses to part with his belief even when the world becomes a most unholy place. He is, on the contrary from his religious beliefs, a very cunning person. Often times using his power as a Guardian to force people to adhere to his plan or to give up what they need. Even though he is young in his time with a Guardian, he still commands respect by the way of his sheer size and through his skills as a leader. Though he has grown saddened as more and more of his comrades find themselves hearing their last rite from. The count of those he has lost keeps growing no matter how many dark beasts he sends back to the underworld. Character type and traits: Guardian of the Light – Positive: Natural born leader, Religious Negative: Strict, Cunning History: Fenris came to Feel la Den when he was just a boy. His father was a deserter, who traveled under the guise of religious pilgrimage, but secretly, he was running from his old lord. The family of three quickly learned very quickly that the religious might that was the Guardians of the Light and their Templar trainee's were not ones to forgive a deserter so easily. Fenris remembers very little of what happened in his first few weeks in the village outside the stronghold, but he remembers one event in particular. The first was when the Guardians passed judgment on his father. He was forced to watch as his fathers head was removed by the Axe of the executioner. The second was on the same day, when the Guardians took him from his mother and pressed him into the Knight training program. He spent the next twelve years in training to become a deadly warrior, a skilled leader and above all else; an example of the gods in flesh. He became well versed in the holy scriptures, as well as the application of them. On his eighteenth birthday, he was a recruit no longer. He was given his Templar sword and armor and was selected to be one of the select few to began his training anew, this time towards becoming one of the Guardians of the Light. He spent five years roaming with such a Guardian, learning their ways and training his swordsmen ship even further. Eventually he passed the initiation and became a Guardian in his own right. His first task as a Guardian was to take up the mantle of a recruiter, and take a Templar under his wings and train them as he was trained, as was the ways of the Guardians. Fate would have it that two years later, he and his Templar found themselves far away from the massacre that happened at the castle. His Templar recruit wanted to head back and face the darkness head on, but Fenris knew better. He knew the only way for it to reach the east was over the Bridge, and he knew that it would take them months to reach the destination. So, acting on his authority as a Guardian, Fenris began taking in as many recruits as he could. Bandits, thieves, farmers, rangers, iron foot and even merchants were conscripted. While they did not make for the most dedicated of recruits, the threat of the darkness and the prospects of them ever surviving it alone were not good. He and his small militia now stand with the defenders by the Sky Bridge. Even as they get driven back, they still fight strong. Equipment: -Guardian Long Sword -Guardian Plate Armor -Small satchel of provisions; while it is not enough for sustained travel -A pair of normal clothes for when he is not in armor. Other: (He is the only recorded Guardian to survive; with every other one either dead at Feer la Den or killed along the way. As such many people look to him for spiritual guidance and assistance.)
2,181	45	6	691	578	The battle witch found herself on the ground kneeling beside another one of the creatures which had fallen by her hand. They were being overwhelmed and slowly but surely the creature began to spill through the gates, flooding the walls from which she'd made her escape. Yet not even the grounds were safe from their assault. She took out her knives from the four corpses in front of her. The shimmering silver had been dulled, stained black by the dark blood of the creatures. They hadn’t seen her coming and it was the element of surprise that allowed her to strike down four of them single handedly. She could not do it again. They were extremely fast and she could keep up with one of them but no more than that. When it came down to single combat she would stand a chance but there were countless of these monsters, she'd seen them beyond the gates through the eyes of her enchanted crow. They covered the fields and the hills beyond. The battlements were a mere pebble on their road, nothing more. There was a moment of silence, like the calm before the storm before the first creature charged at her. Instinctively she evaded his spear strike but it flipped its weapon around so the wooden end of the spear planted itself in her stomach. It disorientated her momentarily and the creature immediately launched its next attack. She barely got out of its way the iron tip of the spear scraped against her shoulder which was covered by armor. She put some distance between them by jumping back, staying low to the ground. Celine realized she would need to keep an eye on her surroundings but she couldn't afford to lose sight of her attacker. He was too fast for that. She waited for him to launch another attack. She always kept distance between her and her opponent, mainly so she had time to ready her knives and invoke her curses. Close quarter combat forced her to use her knives as weapons which was harder to do. It took longer to take them out. It came straight at her aimed for her chest and she sidestepped his charge and grabbed onto his spear with both hands. They staggered backwards and with its weapon held in the place the creature had no other means of attacking her. She did not hesitate and quickly plunged her knife into the side of its head, with the same uncanny speed she'd thrown it earlier. The creature fell to the ground its spear laying uselessly at its side, dark blood began to seep out of the wound at the side of its head. Celine wasted no time admiring her handiwork and returned the knife to its sheath wrapped around her thigh. As she retreated back into the town she soon realized she was getting outnumbered. The soldiers were no match for the speed of the invading forces. They fell to their feet left and right, the only allies she had left. She managed to save a few of them by launching her cursed knives at the wave of enemies. The curses she'd charged created an excruciating pain in the body by liquefying the bones that made up the skeleton frame. It quickly spread across the group of five which charged at the remaining three soldiers at her side. They dropped their spears and shields mid charge as their bodies became unable to carry the weight collapsing like sacks of flour in front of their feet. The men looked at her with wide fearful eyes blessing themselves in the name of their Goddess. "It is not me you should be afraid of" She said with an unreadable expression in her pale eyes. Her lips formed into the slightest of smiles. If they were afraid of her how were they going to stand against these creatures? The three soldiers were little more than boys trying to be men. Yet all men had already fallen and boys were all she had left. “We have to retreat” “Unless you’d rather stay here” Celine stated, gesturing to what remained of their comrades. The young soldiers didn’t protest and followed her as they went further into the town. While they were running Celine glanced to the walls at their side. There were ladders leading up to them. She might have used them as an escape plan but up there it was no better. They kept running until they were forced to stop by a battle taking place in the middle of the town. There were even less allied soldiers here than there had been at the gates and Celine wondered how the creatures had managed to infiltrate the town’s square. Maybe more of them had slipped past her than she’d realized, especially without the cover of the archers and mages. It was by the Dark Sisters watchful eye that she made it out alive back at the gates. They were coming from both sides now and without help they weren’t going to hold out for long. There were no quick escapes so she was going to fight to the death to survive this. She took out one of her knives and began to whisper the incantation that belonged to it. “Ready your weapons” She called out to the young soldiers at her side. Her voice was clear and did not betray any fear she might have felt.	Name: Amras Siannodel. Age: 125 Gender: Male Race: Lebethron Elve. Appearance: !( "enter image title here") Personality: Amras eschews the fineries of civilised life and enjoys greatly the thrill of the hunt, believing that the hardships of survival build character and gives him his strength. In his eyes, the civilised elves have abandoned this way of life and become weak as a result. He is a passionate person, who follows tends to follow his heart instead of his head, trusting in his instincts and intuition, because they are the best tools for survival in the primal forests. He's also intense in thought and demeanour, with a straight connection between his heart, mind and body. He always says what He really thinks about something and does not hesitate to act when He knows he is doing the right thing. Amras can have two faces, the one they show to to his people and the one He wears for outsiders. To other Elves, He is attentive, kind and protective, but to others he is aloof, uppity and with more than a measure of arrogance. Character type and traits: Telcontar (Woodland Ranger.) Traits Positive: Loyal, Steadfast. Negitive: Overprotective, Distrusting of other Races. History: Aramil, his Brother Balen and his sister,Alysia, all grew up in a small but close knit village,his Father Nukumna sits on the Council of Elders thus Aarmil's education was more advanced for he was being groomed to take his fathers place once he became of age,but the call of the Forest was too strong,and Aramil took the path of his Grandfather Tanure, becoming an Officer in the Elven Defense Forces. Equipment: Elven Longbow, Elven longsword, Mithril Armor,3 bottled Mist,Camouflage Paint,5 vails Cold Fire,5 vails Ironwood Balm/1 sack Spidersilk/2 bottles Liquid Light,Travelling Cloak,2 sets of clothes,3 loavesWaybread.small sack of provisions for 5 days.
2,182	45	7	291	1,436	The rank-and-file were no doubt a motley bunch. With the recent abrupt shortage of war materials, new conscripts carried their own weapons. Examples were butcher knives, worn daggers tied to staves, barrel shields, pitchforks, sickles and pretty much anything that posed the remotest danger to anybody. There were woodsmen, hunters, farmhands, woodcarvers, scribes, and pretty much anybody else that was forcefully ripped out of a comfortable place in society, thrown a spear and shield, and told to kill the enemy - whatever they were. The expressions differed in ways from soldier to soldier. Some of the new scrubs who had barely seem any action stood straight, attempting to look like the heroes that they were told they would be. Some of the country boys who were perfectly comfortable with their past lives gripped their sodden pikes and staves so hard that their knuckles turned the same color as their faces. The older ones, the ones who had been in the army for nearly and even as long as Malcer, shared a solemn, sorrowful, melancholic state, looking at the jumpy younguns with a nostalgic air. Their were backs straight, their swords were shining, but they all had that same lethargic look in their eyes - they had one too many battles to fight. The 116th's captain was Randolf Horelphus - a rather young man in his early 30s, probably another lieutenant replacing his captain. He looked rather nervous, but he looked like he was eager to get the spot and carried a tone of authority among his men. After Bali spoke to them, the two conversed. Randolph spoke first. "With all due respect, mister Greystorm, I think we should fight on the front lines. Some of my men think it would be a nice way to go. Also, rumor's out that some creatures, tree-men - some kind of devilish troll or another - is assisting our commander. My boys would preferably like to fight with their own species." "No, Randolph. Even if the middle is left unguarded, we need to assist the commander whatever happens. If he falls, our men will be even more demoralized. And as for the tree-men: I have a faint hint of what kind of creature they are. If they were not to be trusted, we'd all be dead by now. Now, I don't want to address our boys like this, but let's get to the point. We need warm bodies holding pointy sticks charging at the enemy. Tree-men would probably fit the criteria, don't they?" Randolph opened his mouth to speak, then shut it just as quickly. He had heard of Malcer's stubbornness and it probably wasn't a good time to deal with it. He issued an order to his lieutenant. The lieutenant got a mixed reply. Some of the conscripts clicked their feet and stood to attention like the good boys they were, some began trembling violently and puking, and some lifted a forlorn glove and mumbled halfhearted pledges of allegiance. Neither captain liked the mix of expressions. They would need at least some brotherhood among them. Malcer saw a conscript comforting his brother who was leaning against a wall retching. Not exactly a warm and fuzzy moment, but it would have to do. "Ten hut! Mooove out!" The about forty-strong company jogged off towards Fenris' assumed location. Either way, the company had done a pretty good job dispatching of the Dark Creatures, so there was a lull in combat in their district. The company saw the weeping of soldiers over dead men, the furious decapacitation of dead Creatures, and the looting of corpses, friend or foe. Looting technically asked for a smart beating in the Firenian army, but nobody ever followed it and it ran rampant and unchecked among the conscripts. Malcer glared at a soldier who had his hands in the pockets of a dead Iavan crossbowman. The pitiful man looked up with frightened eyes at Malcer, and dragged his prize behind an alley. "Reporting for duty, sir!" Randolph hollered. It was a smart move. It got all of the disheartened in check and brought them to their senses. "We will defend the flanks, sir! It would be an honor to die alongside you, s..." Randolph trailed off.	Name: Malcer Greystorm Age: 42 Gender: Male Race: Firen Appearance: Malcer doesn't deviate much from the ordinary look. His cheeks are bony but not sharp. He has a tan skin complexion dirtied with experience and age. He looks like he needs a shave. He also has greasy long brown hair and eyes. His hands are broad, meaty and wrought with age. He stands at about 6'4 - a giant - and weighs about 250 lb. Personality: Malcer is actually more of the tactician than the front liner. His bulk betrays little of his intellect. He can have intelligent conversations about current events, is an excellent chess player and plays the pan flute very well. He values his comrades a lot and will never leave a friend behind. However, as the years go by Malcer on the contrary grows in hardheadedness. If he feels a certain tactic is not working, he does what he looks like seems fit. This on occasion has nearly cost him his rank. He also has a weakness for hard drink. Character type and traits: Berserker Positive Traits: Intelligent, Loyal Negative Traits: Stubborn, Drunkard History: Malcer was born the eldest of five to a blacksmith in a small rural farming village in Firen. He was the tallest and strongest of the village boys around, and thus was always called on for the bulky jobs. However, he was also one of the more intelligent villagers. He bartered so well that he earned the nickname 'The Iavas Boy' among the townsfolk. He was one of the few in the village that could read or write and was always present in dealings with other villages. But most of the time in the village, they needed solid, steady arms and not much else. As he hewed lumber or pulled carts, Malcer felt there had to be something more to this. He wanted to put his abilities to better use than menial labor and occasional bartering. Malcer's chance came when a large band of bandits (lel) invaded the village on the eve of Malcer's 'manhood' party: eighteen years of age. They silenced all the fast runners and the messengers so news was never able to come to the capital. Malcer was strong and smart, so the bandits obviously tried to put a quick end to him as well. But when five of them attempted to slit his throat in bed, they discovered too late Malcer was a light sleeper. He mauled all of his attackers to death, and still in his frenzy rushed out the door, fought his way to the lead bandit and killed him - with his bare hands. The townsfolk made him a village hero and was offered the position of mayor. Malcer politely refused, saying he planned to put his abilities to a much greater use. With a sizable chunk of steel, Malcer for five days worked in his father's forge. He planned to make himself a knight's longsword, a symbol of courage and honor. He got the proportions quite out of shape, seeing as he had rarely seen a sword before and was used to forging farm tools. The sword could only be lifted by Malcer and the other strong men in the village, and even then it required two hands. Happy with his creation anyway, Malcer named his sword Nara, after his then childhood sweetheart. He went abroad and joined the army. He spent more than thirty years in service and was promoted to lieutenant. He would have gotten captain, but his hardheadedness prevented him from some potential promotions. Malcer was at his village and on leave when the invasions started. Malcer's village wasn't of great significance to the hordes, but it was still largely into the west and a company of about two hundred were sent to rout them. None escaped from the village save Malcer himself. He never forgave himself for it, and still has survivor's guilt to this day. With the loss of Malcer's platoon captain and half his regiment in the later onslaughts against Talamor, Malcer was promoted to captain and was given authority to command a company of fifty or so conscripts. Malcer was one of the captains to volunteer their company to defend the Sky Bridge. His men showed no opposition to their superior's command: many of them had lost their families to the horde, and, like their captain, were out for revenge. Equipment: - His greatsword, Nara - Long dagger - Backpack with supplies to survive in the wild for five days - Studded leather armor - Visored helmet Other: Assuming that a Firenian company is made up of a hundred conscripts btw.
2,183	45	8	1,420	925	Darius was among the other mages, ignored by all but a handful who stood at his side. He was a blur of words as one hand held his Lore-Tome and the other held held his staff. To an onlooker it would look like he was casting curses and powerful spells to wreak havoc among the enemy lines, if he could do that then you would be right. But as a Lore Maker he is bound by Vow to refrain from attacking another living being with magic. Now Darius did his best to bend his vow and is standing, overlooking the battle, doing all he can. The handful around him are loyal to him only by the bloodshed he had saved them from in battles past. The truth was he was attempting to harry and slow the enemy attack, confusing them and leading them back on themselves. Currently he was forming a false wall of fire on one of the stairways up the walls forcing the enemy to hesitate and look about in unease, no doubt one would soon realize that there was no heat there and brave the flames only to be followed by the rest of his force. Since Darius dared not waste his time by speaking rather then incanting spells he released his staff, which floated where it was left, and words began to form beyond his outstretched hand as he tried to find more ways of halting the enemy onslaught. The words read 'Tell me, what can you see beyond the wall? Is there a greater threat I need be aware of?' displayed in whatever language the reader spoke. Suddenly Darius felt a great pain in his right arm, his casting arm. The pain soon spread. The mages around him were quick to turn their attention to the pain and force it out. It had happened before, last time it was harder to remove but they learned since that defeat, some great power could sense Darius and he best theory was that it was trying to stop the flow of his power.. or take it for themselves. While they defeated this attack Darius still dropped his Tome from the book and so he began barking out orders "Protect the men on the battlements, if we lose the archers or our fellow mages then the real men, the ones bathing in our foes blood, stand no chance. If that happens the world will look to this battle and blame us for our inaction!" He screamed to his men, scrolling through pages of his tome and pulling out the odd scrap of paper... simple desperate to find anything that could aid him in the defense of this castle. If it came to it he would break his vow, but breaking his vow would lead to the Red One, the 'god' of the Lore-Makers Stripping him of his power, he could still teach and train but he would no longer be free to cast spells at their mightiest of foes.	Name: Roger Maltuits (Mal-too-its) Age: 29 Gender: Male Race: Human -- Firen Appearance: - Height: 5'12 - Hair: Medium length, black and is normally in 'helmet hair' condition. No facial hair. - Eyes: Hazelnut brown - Build: Muscular - Skin tone: Slightly tanned - a variety of minor scars along his upper body, primarily upon his arms. A particularly nasty scar located on his right shoulder Personality: Roger is one to get straight to the point, caring little about tiptoeing around most issues. When a conversation is happening, he usually ends up being polite and letting those in the conversation speak as they would, only interrupting if he feels it's necessary. Has little interest in making lasting friends, except for work purposes. Feels money should be earned by actual work or labor, not given and taken freely. He doesn't normally accept criminal contracts, preferring to stay on the good side of the law. Character type: Hillklag Sellsword = traits: Positive Brave, Loyal / Negative Arrogant, nonspiritual History: Roger had finished a contract in a nearby town, one he had been doing for nearly a year. The job itself wasn't exactly something he liked doing, playing the scary bodyguard of a crooked and vile merchant. None of the townsfolk could fight him, though a few had tried. He didn't kill anyone, simply giving them a minor scar or scare. The local guardsmen couldn't do anything about him either, primarily because he didn't break any rules or laws, though they disliked him almost as much as they disliked the merchant. However, when the time came to when the contract was at an end and the merchant offered to renew it, Roger refused and made his way to leave town. The merchant didn't try to stop him as he could easily hire more thugs for a cheaper price from the local pub. With that, Roger managed to hitch a ride with a small caravan, wondering if the next job would be more fulfilling. Equipment: - a hand-and-a-half sword (Primary weapon, can be used with one or two hands) - a dagger (Secondary weapon, normally used in his left hand; either with or without his primary weapon) - satchel with various papers, blank & written. Also has an ink & quill to write with. - backpack with supplies - ( on right arm with Hillklag symbol - leather armour and ( Armour colours mostly consists of browns with a bit of black to contrast it. Other: He's mute & ambidextrous.
2,184	45	9	2,030	717	Roger snarled as he side-stepped the monster's attack, launching an attack of his own. His sword met with the beast's shield, clanging against it before being forced off with a strong push. The creature again tried to run him through with it's spear. Roger deflected the quick attack with a successful parry, he then landed another strike on the creature's shield; putting him face to face with the beast. Roger again snarled, and the creature responded with a more inhuman noise, which was abruptly became a gurgling sound. Roger's dagger had found it's mark and was jabbed into the creature's neck. Roger smiled from under his helmet as he drew the blade from out of the creature, black ichor covering the blade. The creature, with what little strength it had left, used all it's weight to push him over before attempting to bash in his skull with the edge of it's shield. Roger managed to block the first and second strikes with his arms, protecting his head. He felt the creature's body jerk before falling limp on top of him. As he looked around, expecting another one to be ready to strike him, Roger noticed lord Bali standing above him. After helping Roger up, Bali spoke, "Fenris requires aid in controlling our flanks and has requested the support of the Hillklag mercenaries. Where is the rest of your troop?" Roger, who's chest was covered in black ichor, held his hand in a fist and, with the use of his thumb, slid his hand from one side of his neck to the other, to indicate that his comrades were all dead. Bali cursed before continuing, "Very well, your support would still be appreciated if you still wish." Roger picked up his dagger, flipping it around in a cocky fashion before sheathing it and giving a mock salute. Bali shook his head, "A simple 'yes' would suffice." The mercenary made an odd sound, much like a chuckle, before picking up his sword and jogging his way in the direction lord Bali indicated for him to go.	Name: Thalius Hanadar Age: 39 Gender: Male Race: Firen Appearance: He looks a little older than he actually is, with a hard face having a few wrinkles and scratches, and light skin. He has black, short, crew-cut hair. He has a short, rough beard forming around the outline of his mouth and chin. He has a medium body build, not scrawny, but not muscular or large either. He stands at 6'1 Personality: Thalius can quickly come off as an emotionless and detached person. He chooses not to spend time with others much, not even his fellow Veradan military survivors. He does not speak casually very often. However, he can prepare a battleplan on the fly and give orders with clarity and confidence. He has a sound and calm mind, capable of maintaining his composure even in the most stressful of situations. However, he treats his fellow soldiers (more specifically, those assigned underneath him) more like tools and assets than actual people (Though he appears to treat himself that way as well). He seems to show indifference as to whether they will survive a fight or not. Though this does not mean he’ll just send them or himself to their deaths, as he will do what he can to keep them all alive. But it seems to be motivated more by “maintaining their long-term usefulness” rather than a genuine care for their life. Character type and traits: Battlement Ranger – A calm and collected strategist. He is determined and never believes that the war is impossible. He comes off as cold and uncaring; not getting much trust or confidence easily from allies (and them not usually receiving his in return). His lack of empathy can make him disregard their emotional states at times. History: Thalius’ past is not something he openly discusses with anyone, unless they have earned their trust. What is known about him is that he had lived in the human city of Veradan, and that both his parents were soldiers. Following their footsteps, he enlisted as soon as he was capable, and of age. At first, his parents did not wish for him to take on the same dangerous lifestyle they had chosen to live, and tried to stop him for his own safety. But after an incident regarding a thief breaking into their home, they realized he was capable of protecting himself, and so they relented. Thalius was a member of the 20th Frontiersmen Platoon when he first started his military career; a unit comprised of entirely new recruits, called upon only against small-fry like bandits, or when the more experienced units need immediate assistance. After showing exceptional skill in ranged combat and tactics, he was transferred to the 12th Valkyrie Regiment (A long-range, support unit) after some years of service. Things were going well for them, but everything fell apart when the dead army began marching. Being a large city and center of trade, it was a prime target for cutting off supplies and assistance to the other remaining strongholds. The 12th Valkyrie Regiment remained at the city walls with the other ranged units, while the footmen held their position at ground level. They were ready to fight to their last, but the sight of the enemy made them realize it might have been pointless... An entire horde of unimaginable size marched upon them, with their soldiers and weapons looking like something torn out of a nightmare. Thalius tried to think of something they could have done to counter this threat, but even with a swift meeting of squad leaders and tacticians they all knew it was hopeless. No maneuever or plan would turn the battle in their favor. Their enemy fought using one thing: pure overwhelming force; a force that could not be stopped no matter what they did. The defenders fought valiantly, but there was no stopping the flood of monsters, the gates were breached, and defeat was imminent. Ragtag remains of the different platoons and units that made up the once proud and professional military force of Veradan reached the Sky Bridge, and volunteered themselves to assist in its defense. They doubted they would have a better chance considering how disorganized and unprepared the volunteer defenders were, but many of them wanted payback for the slaughter of their companions. And if it meant giving the monsters a harder time, they were willing to stand against the onslaught. Equipment: Wooden longbow for long-ranged and accurate firing Veradan Light Ranger armor Leather backpack for supplies and other items, with arrow quiver attached to the side Small, retractable Telescope Compact Crossbow for mid-range combat Crossbow Bolts and container Steel Shortsword for close-range engagements Other: He keeps a small, steel lockbox in his personal quarters, and in his bag when travelling. Just for fun... Here's his Theme Song: You Know My Name - Chris Cornell
2,185	46	0	716	5,188	<------> A wintery chill diffused between the buildings of the streets, where the only sound were the footsteps of heavy duty boots made an appearance in the night. Slow and monotonous, it continued throughout the alleyways that shrouded the man in darkened shadows. From here, it made its way closer and closer towards a side-entrance of a great hall, built up of a thick concrete made to withstand even the heaviest of bombardments. On the inside, only a glimmer of light remained in sight, surrounding the doors the man went towards. A moonlight glisten broke through tiny windows. Taking what he had, the man lit a few matches as he trekked around the circumference of the room. He lit the room on, bit by bit, candle by candle. Around the outskirts, the light began to fill the room slowly. It was a slow and patient process, but it had to be done at the given time. The man had pledged to take on such a duty in the respect of such a memorial. The years had passed since the events had unfolded, and whether or not the world was ridden of evil or not was uncertain. With hours like these and only a minute addition of pay, the task and duty seemed all but useless. But this man was old, withered and clocking up the end of his days. He had to give up his time to return the favour of those he sent forward into the fray of globalised conflict. These individuals were to be treated as heroes for not only the duty they had, but how they did it. It was a shame that he knew if any of them were still around to witness the statue granted in their own honour and achievement. The candles eventually lit up the statue. It didn't show any figures, faces or bodies at all. Only an insignia was all that was needed to represent the story of these people. A project built off of hope, and only hope. They were the ones that tried the impossible. He just wanted to remember their faces once more, as if they were still under his command and able to reflect the impact they had... <------> The trucks all arrived at their destination, ending the convoy's formation as they spread out into the clearing of the vehicle depot. The rear-doors were opened by whichever assistant posted in the depot during the early hours. From the back, a selection of men and women were unloaded out, brought forwards towards the centre of the depot. Directly in the middle, in front of where they were guided, a small podium was placed down in preparation for the welcoming speeches and what not. A selection of individuals stood in the centre. Some of different nationalities, many of different backgrounds. Those with clothing similar to their military background, others with attire worn down by the years of conflict they'd been fighting. Some had attire of their own, loosely constructed from resistance cells or militia fighting grounds. Around the depot stood formally dressed officers and high-ranking soldiers, all here to witness the formation speech that would inform and release all the information about the project at hand. Many had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Some had a brief idea, but what their prize for turning up was could not have been anywhere near their knowledge. Men and women, both from the frontlines and the reserve armies, all stood amongst one another. Some conversed between each other about why they were here, or introducing themselves to the likes of the others brought to this camp. In the centre of the USSR, this was the furthest some of them had been away from conflict, and others found it the closest they had been to it if they were in the Eastern Reserve divisions. Either way, some could guess the crucial importance of the project just by the location of the camp. Most Soviet soldiers were trained far closer to the frontlines. Stalin and his officers believed that they could prepare the waves of fresh faces by allowing them to hear the gunfire in the distance, the artillery bombarding either side out beyond the hills. In some ways, it was a successful method, but in preparing them for the sights, instead of the sounds, of war, it was sometimes seen as ineffective. Suddenly, the officers surrounding the group stood to a sharp attention, as the crowd began to die down in their conversations. A man, tall in his stance, took up towards the podium laid out earlier. It was a short wait for him to arrive since the group's arrival. Eventually, he cleared his throat, beginning his speech. His voice was raspy, rough and toughened by the experience behind the uniform. His eyes glared down as if they'd seen enough friends, families and legacies destroyed by shrapnel bombardments. A dark beard sat around the dry mouth of his, like the symbolic fur of the bear; the nation's reputation itself. "Before I make any formal introductions, all I can say is that I am glad to be finally meeting all of you." A deep echo rebounded off of the depot's walls, back down the throat it came out of. The voice rang out to the ears of his 'guests'. "My name, if you have not guessed, is Yuri Vychenko. I am your new Commanding Officer. I am your new superior. I am the reason you are all gathered here...all of these faces. Before me, I see those whose appearances speak to me and tell me who you are. I see, to name a few, a German defect, a seasoned fighter of the Vietnamese detachments, a veteran and Survivor of Leningrad...And many who are yet to face the Third Reich in person. You are all here to see yourselves as the future hope for the Soviet Union, for our regime and nation as we know it. And because of that, I cannot express the gladness it is to see you all together for once." The Officer led his hand to the left of him, where numerous uniformed personnel lined up, documents all within their hands. None of them held welcoming smiles, but their posture and dress-code showed that they were proud to be seeing what might be the future of Russia, and the world, as they knew it. "To your right, you will see an alignment of Officers, all of which you will encounter during your stay here for further training. Whilst I would love to introduce you more to the programme now, I'll have to save that to a more personal level later, as I have meetings to attend to. Get your documents off of these officers, my comrades, as they will direct you all to your own personal quarters, your selected designation as chosen by our processing and something a little more...special. Talk amongst yourselves after you've done so, head over to your barracks...Then all of you will report to me at 0900...Oh, and...Welcome to Squad 914."	Name Helga Branwulf Age 21 Gender Female Birth-date / Location 1927 4th June/ Frankfurt, Germany Appearance Helga is beautiful but also very stressed mentally, most of the day her cheeks are pale white and her eyes are dark and hollow looking. She has a few scars around her torso from battle and is partially missing her left pinky finger after a climbing accident. Personality Helga is a young woman without a family and without a country, and this is reflected in her cold demeanor and cynical outlook on the world. Although she does feel that during whatever life she has left she must try to do some good in the world, and she takes a noble pride in her work as a soldier. She sees death as a normal cycle of existence and can be extremely macabre even at the most civil of times. Relationships Will update as story progresses Classification Marksman Mauser Karabiner Kar V2 Custom Sniper Variant (with 12 x scope) Smoke Grenade x 3 Standard Issue Soviet Knife Experimental Gear Gas Powered 'Affix' Grappling Gun The Affix Gun is a discontinued gadget used by Hungarian spies in the first world war, it is a mechanical grappling hook with a gas powered propellant. Like all grappling hooks, it is dangerous to use depending on the terrain and height of the grappling point, and the gas canisters to power are quite rare and expensive, luckily, Helga has learned to 're-charge' gas canisters using the tanks of nearby vehicles. Background Being born to a German-Jewish family after the first world war was not easy to begin with, but the rise of the Nazi Regime made it considerably worse. Helga's family were in an interesting position, they were ethnically jewish but not religious. They were also a rich an well connected family, which meant they were largely left alone or overlooked by the Nazi elements in the area, they were also able to keep their background for the most part secret to anyone who mattered. But in the world of secrets, lies and protection, a good thing could never last in Nazi Germany. When a very powerful and influential military officer visited Helga's family Frankfurt around the time she turned 13, he took an interest in the family because of their fame and wealth, but particularly a teenage Helga, as this officer was an ephebophile. Using his own connections to uncover the families secret of being jewish, he threatened to expose them to the authorities unless they let him keep Helga with him as his 'junior assistant' he traveled back to Berlin, the family protested heavily, but Helga, fearing for her family's safety, went against her parents and sadly accepted the proposition. Around a week later, Helga was officially handed over to Officer Hertzmann and on the way back to Berlin he smiled as he detailed that he told the authorities about her family anyway, and that they would be in a concentration camp within a week. She screamed and cried, and protested she wanted to join her family, but the officer beat her into submission and within a day they were back in Berlin. That evening, Helga, feeling weak, helpless and responsible for what happened to her family decided she wasnt going to be a victim anymore, she waited until her new 'guardian' entered her room late at night hoping to violate her, not knowing she had snatched his rifle away from his room when he wasnt looking and hid it under her blanket. When he came within 3 feet of her she shot him in the face, blasting his skull across the room. Quickly snatching all the money possible from his office she fled Berlin that very night and paid for a secret transport to Russia. With the money she was able to bribe a spy, and convinced him to have her join the army, and one day take revenge on Nazi Germany. Experience "German Defector - Escaped to USSR" Family All Killed In Germany Theme Song
2,186	46	1	489	444	“Whew, my leg is stoned.” Said the young Vietnamese as he struggled to stand after hours of being stuck in one spot inside a truck. He could not move nor stand, due to the cramped space that he was given. But thankfully, all of that was over now, as he had arrived at his destination. It was a small depot, nothing more, nothing less, but it was packed with faces. Most of them were Russians, while some bore different nationalities, many from different walks of life. But there was one thing, one small thing that all brought them together, which was known to Thanh under the name ‘Squad 914’ They all gathered in a straight, orderly line, around 30 in total, in front of a small podium, as a tall commander soon took it. His voice was clear and loud, yet less grand and more simple, which pretty much suited his taste. Not that he hates nobles but they usually talk in a manner that he found it difficult to understand. Just blame the poor fate that was bestowed upon him for being born in a poor rural family. After the briefing, the Asian man left to receive the order from the officers. He had noticed that Thanh was wearing one of the gilet that was granted to him as a gift from the Vietnamese soldiers that he once worked with, along with some other folks, who were looking at him. Thanh was in no position to be surprised, as a sight of a small Asian among an army of Europeans would be strange. But no bad intentions were in those gazes, as they knew that the Vietnamese were one of their allies, tied together by an invisible but strong bond for the last two decades. So the young Thanh couldn’t help but take a little pride in serving here. After receiving the order, Thanh looked at his wrist watch. It was only 0800, so he had plenty of time. He looked around, to see if there is any other fellow Vietnamese who was in the squad with him. But unfortunately, he found none. He couldn’t even found an Asian not to mention an individuals from a small country like him. But as he looked around a bit more, he had noticed a rather familiar sight. A blonde man with a hollow beard, whom he had seen a couple of times at the defense of Kursk. He hadn’t gotten many chances to know him, due to their circumstances being a little tight around the time. Now that they had met, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to initiate in a friendly chat with him. “Good morning. I am Thanh, a former member of the Vietnamese detachment. I believe that we have seen each other at some times during Kursk. I wonder if you know.”	Name: Thanh Pham Age: 20 Gender: Male Birthdate/Location: 04.20.1928/Hanoi Vietnam Appearance: A young man standing only 165 cm high and 60 kilograms heavy, comparing to the likes of his Russian peers, his appearance isn't that much impressive, despite the height being slightly over the standards of Vietnamese men at the time. He has short, neat black hair and the yellowy brown skin, but in reality he looks a lot darker because of the bloods and dirt of the battlefield he faced. The color of the young man's pair of irires perfectly matched what he had been through: brown, for dirt and mud. He's not well-built, but not skinny. After being transferred to Russia, he took the usual attire of Russian infantry men, but then evolved to wearing another layer of light protective armor around him to protect himself against explosions, and to conceal the scars he suffered from all the battles he had faced. Personality: If one could describe him in three words, it would be brave, reckless and peaceful. Normally, to Thanh’s comrades, he would tend to act completely normal, and sometimes friendly to his peers, and try to avoid conflict as much as possible. He never went all the way to get in a fight with someone else and get injured in the process. A young man with a simple way of life, and a peaceful ideology to bear. He had little education during his childhood, so he can be clueless sometimes, and his manners sometimes might be a little rude. He can be lazy at times, but generally, he’s a gentle boy who values the moral values of life, like for example, friendship In stark contrast to the peaceful and tranquil personality, he is extremely reckless when it comes to tense situation. Because of his little education, especially in military tactics training, he is usually one of the first to charge into battle, regardless of gunfire, bombs, mines, pretty much everything, frequently getting himself wounded in battle. Many times he placed his life on the line like it was nothing, even if the target objective isn’t worth the risk at all. The rumor that he has once charged a German Tiger II tank during a battle with nothing but a bolt action rifle and a few molotovs and hand grenades has much confirmed the trait. But despite his seemingly stupid and impulsive human-wave aggressive attacks, Thanh isn’t that clueless in tactics, as he has some basic common sense about strategies, is actually very decent at teamwork, and his fierceness in battle had sometimes boosted the morales of battle soldiers. But when mentioning recklessness, there is absolutely no way not to mention about his bravery. It’s absolutely immeasurable. A trait inherited from his father, who is also a war veteran, Thanh’s bravery is widely reowned among their peers, something which they greatly respect the young man. He is quick-witted, seen continuously employed in tasks that require utmost resolution and daring. Thanh is also a patriotic person who is proud of his country’s long history, and is shown to be very hateful of the Nazis. To the bravery of the young man, Thanh despises cowards, to the point that he might even shoot them himself. On side-notes, Thanh is pretty bad at academic, politics and diplomacy. Relationships: N/A Classification: Specialist Equipment: -Mosin Nagant bolt action rifle -TT32 pistol -Molotovs x2 -HE grenade x2 -Warhead x5 (1 on the pole, 4 on reserve) Experimental Equipment: The lunge mine The same name as the Japanese made ‘lunge mine’, it’s basically a high explosive anti tank warhead shaped like a cone and is placed on one end of a 1.5 meters long pole. The mechanic of the weapon is simple. The bottom of the cone is attached with a super-magnet that can hold the weight of the mine so that it sticks onto metal structure. If the target is a concrete wall, then the user will have to manually add glue to the funnel like structure so that it stays on the intended location for at least a few seconds. The three sticks protruding out acts as fuses, when pushed inwards due to impact, the mine’s gunpowder will be triggered, and will explode. It is used like a spear, with the user has to grip it tightly, each hand placed on the 1/3 and 2/3 position of the pole respectively, although when attacking it can be changed depending on the references of the user. When attacking, the user will have to ram it into the target in a 90-degree angle for maximum potential of exploding. And after plunging it into the target, the user has around 3 seconds to remove the pole from the mine, which is done by rotating it a bit and pulling it out, and run to a safe location. The extracted pole can then be attached to another mine so that he can continue attacking. The user can choose not to use the pole and instead hold the mine directly, however, this is highly unrecommended. When triggered, the mine will take 3 seconds to explode. The heat and pressure of the explosion will be extreme, due to the large amount of explosion being squeezed into the small shell being let out at once, and the mine can penetrate to about 160mm of armor, which is a good number at the time. The movements of the user will have to be decisive, and he has to make sure that he has a clear path and good cover to both attack and retreat. In general, the one using this mine has to be brave, quick-willed, because one mistake can lead to deadly consequences. The user can die from the intense pressure being placed on him or the heat of the bomb. Even if he manages to run, he may still suffer wounds, so a cover is highly recommended. Another important thing to be noticed is that to use the mine, the user will have to get very close to the target. As a result, he will need heavy fire support, and he will have to pick his timing carefully, otherwise he would be gunned down when he either attack or retreat The mine, improved from the Japanese equivalent to make it survivable, is considered very effective against almost every walls, normal vehicles, light and medium tanks, armored car, some poorly armored heavy tanks, and most walking tanks due to the mine being triggered at point-blank range, but is prone to suffer from the heavy armor of most heavy tanks, super-heavy tanks and heavily armored walking tanks. Basically, an armor beyond the penetrative capability of 160mm will negate the effect of the mine. When faced against tanks, the user will have to choose the area with least armor, notably the rear or side if possible. In general, it can be very effective, but extremely risky, and is highly dependent on the skill and bravery of the user. Because of it, not many Soviet officers and generals held it in high regards, despite its performance. Background: A natural born Vietnamese, Thanh was born in Hanoi in a normal traditional family under the Imperial French occupation. Because his family’s bloodline wasn’t a noble one, he received little education, only going to rural schools. His father, at the time was in the resistance party against French occupation in Vietnam, however, was the role model of inspiration for Thanh, who inspired him to become brave and fearless in the face of danger. He had a normal childhood, like many other kid, and was taught Russian very early during school. That was when the Imperial Japanese invaded the French colonies in Asia. From the very start they tried to offer peaceful resolution to the French, but things soon became violent as the Japanese launched a major attack against the French’s three major foothold in Saigon, Hanoi and Hue. Realizing the imminent threat of a Japanese rule over Indochina, the French and Vietnamese government, along with two Indochina countries, Laos and Cambodia, decided to form a temporary alliance to keep the Japanese at bay. But as the numerically superior Japanese army approached near the capital, Vietnam’s Ministry of Defense at the time, decided to launch a full-scale war against the invading Japanese. Soon, the citizens began to build trenches, walls, and blockades in hopes to hold out as long as possible against the invaders Thanh’s house were among the first to get bombarded by Japanese artilleries and planes. His mother was killed on sight, while his father was busy fighting in the streets. Thanh was, who was only twelve at the time, decided to take revenge for his mother, and began to tag along the Vietnamese soldiers in the trenches, regardless of the gunfire that flew near him. Because of his young age, initially, the soldiers did not allow him to take part, but his stubborn attitude eventually convinced them, but he only took part as a messenger and ammunition carrier. For 60 days, Thanh miraculously managed to survive the battle, only sustaining minor wounds, and fled the battlefield along with thousands of French and Vietnamese troops. The Japanese occupation of Vietnam did not last long, thanks to the traditional scorched earth policy imposed by the Vietnamese governments that many times defeated the Mongolians and Chinese. Normal life ensured, but it was never the same. Seeing how the Russian influence among the society increased, Thanh was also influenced in some ways. And then the faithful operation occured. The day that many thousand soldiers of youthful Vietnamese men being sent to their deaths in a foreign, no man’s land. Thanh was thankfully spared due to his young age, but his father wasn’t so lucky. He was included in the long casualty list. Now left with no surviving family members of his own, Thanh soon noticed a chance to be migrated to Russia to join the Red Army in resistance against the rising German threat. Due to the lack of manpower, the Soviets were getting desperate, trying to recruit everybody they can, from every allied country. Thanh took the chance without any hesitation. Thanks to his pre-emptive education in Russian, he didn’t have many difficulties fitting in. He was highly regarded as brave, and several times charged German tanks under heavy fire with only a handful of grenades and molotovs, suffering some terrible wounds in some battles. On one cold, misty morning of February in 1946, he received orders to be transferred to defend Kursk from the unstoppable German mechanized forces. There, the tale of a reckless yet brave Asian who again and again charged the German tanks had, for some times, inspired the men there to continue fighting, and although his attack wasn't really effective, the rumors were big enough to the point that one German tank battalion commander to order the tanks to go in reverse once they heard battle cries and waves of infantry charge into their position. He was finally put down after attacking a German Tiger II, which was somewhat reowned among the Russian military for a while after that. The attack was pretty disastrous, as not only was he not able to destroy the tank, but he also got shot in the right leg by another tank's machine gun. He survived and was transported away from the battlefield, but the shot had put him out of action for an entire year, leaving behind a not so pretty projectile inside his bloody thigh, and a scar that he would have to carry with for the rest of his life. In March 1947, after a year lull in the fighting to treat the wounded leg suffered from the previous charge, Thanh was called back into service once his leg had healed. This time, he was placed in Stalingrad, possibly one of the largest graveyards in the world. The battle had raged on for nearly five years in that one city, and the citizens had either fled or all died. There, where soldiers were throwing everything they had against each other even for just a small inch of land, Thanh demonstrated his bravery and recklessness yet again, by rushing for the German trenches with nothing but his bare hands. At the time, weapons were scarce for the soldiers of Stalingrad, so some might not be distributed anything, and would have to rely on picking up dead soldier's weapons. The result was also disastrous, yet quite hilarious. After picking up a dead Russian's weapons, he was instantly shot in the arm, resulting in him falling to the ground due to sudden shock and pain, discarding the picked up weapon. Those behind him, thought he was dead, picked up the dropped weapon and moved on. Some who weren't paying attention even stomped onto his back. Still, it was still a minor wound, and Thanh continued to serve at Stalingrad until December, when he was transferred to Moscow to aid in war effort against the imminent German invasion. At the time, the Russian government officials were searching for someone to work with their equipments, a high explosive anti armor and structure mine that unfortunately has a very short trigger delay. Because of the short delay, there are chances that the user will sustain heavy wounds or even death if it is not operated correctly, so those in the reserve groups were hesitant to receive such a weapon. Before the Russian military had to force the weapon into one of the unfortunate, a Vietnamese instructor in the field, Sih Bao, introduced a young man who had had records and commendations for bravery. That man was Thanh, and the Russians decided to draft him in Squad 914, a mysterious experimental squadron formed by the Russian military Experience: Messenger and ammo refiller: December 1940 - January 1942 Basic military training: A few months Defense of Kursk: February-June 1946 Battle of Stalingrad: March-December 1947 Family: Vu Pham (Father) - Deceased Quynh Nguyen (Mother) - Deceased Theme song
2,187	46	2	1,969	278	The long drive was cramped in the covered truck, 10 soldiers crammed into a truck fully loaded with personal effects and gear. The tall blonde sat at the very back occasionally stretching one leg at a time out over the back gate of the truck, the joints in the mans knees made a pop as the tension in the joints were released. Victor did not recognize the other soldiers, some remained quite like him through the entire trip others talked amongst themselves, mostly about home or where they came from. Victor was able to occupy himself with staring out the back of the truck and at the rural gravel and concrete road that they were driving on, trying to make out what detail he could in the early morning darkness. Somehow he seemed to have dozed off towards the end of the trip only to be nudged by another soldier who gestured outside the truck. The truck seemed to have just stopped in an open depot of some sort. A few officers opened the back gate from outside and ordered everyone out, it was at this time he realized that his leg was asleep and was only able to partly catch himself as he jumped out of the truck and landing with a slight roll onto his back. The other soldiers in the truck laughed and helped him up before they formed up in line with the others. The officer giving the speech seemed stoic in a 'I've seen some shit' kind of way, the speech was also blunt and to the point not very fancy or anything of the sort, again another quality Victor enjoyed. "Squad 914 eh?” he muttered to himself, “so much for going to Moscow” he sighed and looked around, out of the 30 or so soldiers in the room they all seemed... mismatched. He noticed right away that he was one of the biggest there as he approached the officers for his file. The first thing he saw in it made him curious, Designation: Support. “But I was training as a rifleman.” he thought aloud, but here he was at an unknown base surrounded by other soldiers and unfamiliar faces. Most of the soldiers seemed to be chatting with each other with a mostly relaxed feel, yet he still felt awkward among his brothers and sisters the people he would be fighting alongside and protecting. So he did what he normally did found a spot in the back of the crowd where he could just stand there and watch the interactions of the others.	-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name Victor Asimov Age 17 years, 4 months Gender Male Birth-date / Location November 20th, Oslo Norway, 1931 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Appearance Strong and tall are two such things one would say about the half Russian half Norwegian boy at first glance, then they would notice the blond hair, beard, and blue eyes. The boy stands at just over 6'3” and weighs 245 lbs. he is no stranger to hard work and his body shows it. muscular, fit with many signs of scars and abuse taken from the elements and others. His hair is shaved at the sides and a bit longer than what it's supposed to be on top, always pushed back towards his shoulders. He will normally be seen wearing the simple standard issue green working uniform with polished black combat boots, he's never really cared about being fancy and tends to keep his uniform neat enough to not get called out on it. Personality With being young, strong, and fast most would not be wrong to assume his attitude would be reckless and overconfident. However, Victor tends to be more withdrawn and careful especially when speaking to others. He tends to have an awful habit of being too blunt or not tactful enough in most situations. In turn this tends to make others think he is rude or shy. His body language normally portrays kindness and a willingness to protect others but in the heat of battle his eyes betray the cold killer that lies under the surface, one may even be able to see him smile. Relationships Will Be updated -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Classification Support Equipment Standard DP-28 LMG Standard TT-32 Sidearm Ulfberht sword (Family heirloom) 3x fragmentation grenades Experimental Gear The Hydraulic Assisted Armored Platform or HAAP Suit.( Light Armor / Heavy Armor just replace Nazi emblems with Soviet ones) Is the USSR's most recent attempt to combine the technology of the USSR and the German war machines, the USSR's scientists have merged the strength and toughness of a walking tank with the agility and finesse of an infantry soldier. The system works as an exoskeleton covered in semi rounded armor plating and powered by 2 experimental Tesla batteries. These batteries work to power the hydraulic pumps that assist the wearer in movement and strength while wearing the heavy armor. The full helmet and face mask does have the option of using gas filters and a mounted flashlight. The Tesla batteries can last up to 4 hours on a full charge. Electrical input is the fastest way to recharge the batteries, however if this is not applicable in the given situation small electric generators are housed in the legs and arms of the suit. These generators allow the batteries to be charged by movement and can be switched on and off with a few levers. The drawback to this is it makes the suit slower and harder to move for the user. For this and other reasons it is recommended that the user be strong and given the ability to properly train and grow stronger before extended use. The user also has the option to run one battery at a time doubling the duration but additionally hampering movement during this time. Caution is to be used while operating this suit as the batteries when damaged can discharge into the user and surrounding soldiers. This often results in the users death and can lead to electrical failure in nearby vehicles. It is also noted that operating the suit in hot temperatures may result in the user succumbing to dehydration if not mindful of the situation. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Background Victor was born November 20th 1931 in Oslo Norway, to an old Russian military man and veteran of the great war and a young beautiful Norwegian women who was an aspiring actress. Both were deeply in love and planned to live together in Norway with his fathers two children from another women and their new born son. But alas tragedy struck in the form of an infection that, even through many treatments would ultimately claim his mothers life a few months later. This would be something Victors father would blame him for, for the next 10 years. After this his father became depressed and turned to the bottle to help. Erasing his plans of living in Norway the man took his three children back to Russia and the USSR. There they would continue their lives in the family home they hopped would only be used for vacations. While his father took to long days at work in the propaganda department of the USSR and long nights out at the bars and out of the house his aunt and a few other family members helped to care for the children, his sister Sara who was 6 and his brother Ivan who was 8. For the next ten years his father would deal with his anger and unresolved issues by continually beating all of his kids. Victor learned early on how to stay out of the mans way and out of sight. For a time before his older brother left he would hide and let his brother take most of the beating. By the time he turned 8 and his brother was out of the house most days either working in the factories or doing training with the army to prepare for boot camp. This left 8 year old Victor and his rather frail 14 year old sister to his fathers wrath. It was at this time Victor started to stand up to his father, provoking him so he would come after him and not his sister. His sister by this time was very familiar with how to properly treat wounds and as such got plenty of training for the hospital while at home. When Victor turned ten he began to grow taller, stronger, and a bit more aggressive to the point where he was actively fighting back against his father. Still, to this day he is unsure of what prompted himself to do it but near his 11th birthday, after receiving a beating the night before, he ambushed his father with a wooden club. Beating the man to near death with the full intent of killing the man right then and there. Yet he stopped, the cruel father he had who showed very little emotion other than rage was crying. It took him a year for his father to finally come to terms with himself and get over his alcohol addiction. Victor wouldn't be able to trust the man for a few more years to come, it was strange that after 12 years he finally had someone who he could call father. Being the only child left in the household with his sister off to nursing school and his brother off somewhere in the soviet air force left just him and his father. He slowly began to trust the man as they began to go hunting, his father teaching him how to shoot, track, clean a kill, and survive. After a few years Roman began teaching him how to wield a sword and about the old Norse gods, a tradition passed from father to son on his mothers side. He knew that being openly religious would not be acceptable if he went on to be a soldier, so he practices in private and try's to keep it a secret. Victors mothers parents never had a son so they passed on the knowledge to Roman who was planning on teaching it to both his sons before Anita died. This was normal for him up until his 17th birthday, before this he would work with the local farms or construction crews around the city, growing stronger by the day. Then on his 17th birthday he signed up with the Soviet army, maybe while he was there he could help or protect others. His father wished him the best of luck and gave him their family sword to use in combat, Victor always just figured his father pulled some strings or called in a few favors to allow him to keep it. Boot camp was interesting, the physical part wasn't anything he wasn't used too. He was able to pick up on the structure and daily routine of the military fairly well. After a little while he was even able to bond with a few of the other recruits and was looking forward to going to Moscow with them. That was until the letter, when they were being told where they were going he was pulled aside by an officer and given his orders. He was being assigned to a top secret project, something called Squad 914. Experience Basic training - 3 months survival and hunting skills - 5 years Family Mother - Anita Asimov (Maiden name - Larsen) - Deceased Father - Roman Asimov - Holds a high position within the soviet propaganda department Half Brother - Ivan Asimov - Soviet Bomber Pilot Half Sister - Sara Asimov - Hospital nurse in Kirov Theme Song Sabaton-Primo Victoria
2,188	46	3	2,708	1,209	Milena always admired a strong leader, and that's exactly who stood in front of her and the rest of her squad mates. Or at least, he gave off such impression. As she slowly eyed her surroundings, Milena felt a small sense of pride. She was happy to be one of the chosen few selected for this team, and if one were to pay close attention, they would notice the left corner of her lips slightly angled upwards in a smirk. Even though she was really looking forward to their missions, Milena maintained a flawless poker face. Once their CO was finished with his speech, the team scattered to gather their documents. Milena did the same, the reality of this new adventure slowly setting in. But by no means was she nervous, just a tad anxious if that. She put away the documents after glancing over them when the woman who'd been referred to as the "German defect" walked up to her and another teammate and introduced herself as Helga Branwulf. "Good morning. I'm Milena Kuznetsov, one of the medics for the squad. I hope I'm not needed too much on the battlefield," she joked with a slight smile to lighten the mood.	Name Milena Kuznetsov Age 17 Gender Female Birth-date / Location 31-03-1930 - Tomsk, USSR Appearance Milena is roughly 5'7, weighing in at 129 pounds. She has brown hair and eyes, although she has partial heterochromia in her left eye, therefore a portion of it is green as well. Milena has some generic scars throughout her body from childhood, but none of them are overly distinct. She has a couple of piercings on her ears and is always wearing a necklace her mother left for her as a good luck charm. Personality Milena is a gentle, caring spirit. Despite her young age, she's seen her fair share of medical horrors, thus she slowly began to rely on comedic relief to counteract the harsh realities of life. But her main personality traits don't entirely define her as a soldier neither in nor out of the battlefield. She is wise enough to separate her duties and responsibilities from her own personal feelings, and she has clear boundaries between work and play. Relationships To be determined. Classification Combat medic. Weapons included are the standard issue AVS-36 rifle and the TT-32 sidearm. Additionally, she carries a first-aid kit designed specifically for combat roles. Experimental Gear The Gatling Wrist Gun is, for the sake convenience, a partially handsfree revolver-styled weapon designed to fire from the wrist. The sturdy leather brace and its attachments absorb most of the recoil of the gun when it's fired. Instead of a traditional loading method, the cylinder is pulled out all the way in order for the bullets to be inserted. Once that's done, the cylinder is pushed back, twisting it to make sure it's locked in place. The hammer on this weapon is designed to act as the trigger, thus the user will still need a free hand. With that said, the disadvantage to this weapon revolves around the fact that the hammer doesn't have its own version of a trigger guard, therefore if it gets caught on something and enough pressure is applied, it will result in an accidental fire. Currently, this version of the gun is able to hold a maximum of eight bullets. Background Milena's childhood was anything but easy. Her mother passed away while giving birth to her, therefore she grew up with just her father, Dmitry. He was stern, but loving; such balance making life a little less complicated for Milena as she was constantly learning valuable life lessons at a relatively young age. Dmitry also passed on a great deal of knowledge to Milena as she grew older, anything from hunting and survival skills to dressing a bullet wound. He was a doctor, one of a few within their area, and the idea of going into the medical field seemed more alluring by the day. Eventually, that's what Milena decided on when she was old enough, and her father was extremely proud of her for following her heart. On the evening of Milena's 15th birthday, they had a small gathering with her father and two of her closest friends. They were home just enjoying a simple celebratory meal when a gang of 3 men burst in through the front door. Milena and her friends immediately fled to the bedroom the moment Dmitry barked his order. They rushed in and locked the door behind them, and despite all the adrenaline coursing through their bodies, the three girls remained silent and their ears glued to the door to listen to the commotion outside. There was incomprehensible arguing, some things being thrown around, and eventually, a single gunshot. That's when Milena couldn't hide anymore. Against her friends' warnings, she unlocked the door and hurried to the living room where she found her father's lifeless corpse. Her friends followed just a few moments after the fact and they were met with a hysterical Milena and her dead father. The intruders were long gone, realizing that the neighbors would hear the gunshot and would obviously go investigate what was going on. From that moment on, Milena lived alone and had to fend for herself. Even though there was great sorrow in her heart, she didn't play the victim card. In fact, she hated it when people pitied her as to her, it meant that her father didn't do a good job of teaching her how to survive, and that simply wasn't the case. Roughly two and a half years passed before she decided to join the armed forces...mainly to continue learning, but also to get revenge against people who were just like the intruders responsible for her father's death. Milena primarily relied on her private pain to motivate her to push forward, and she made a promise to her father that she would do her best to eradicate whatever evil she could from the world. Experience Nearly three months of basic training and two months in medic school. Family Both parents are deceased. Theme Song
2,189	46	4	2,218	859	It was far too early in the morning when she had to depart to the station, where a truck would pick her up. The night before the local supply officer gave her some trouble. Apparently her casual, non-regulation uniform was a problem. While she could bring it to the base where she would be inducted into Squad 914, she needed a dress uniform, and she needed to be in it when she arrived. According to the supply officer. Vera didn't see the importance in any of it, she hardly even felt like part of the military. Just three nights ago an intimidating Commissar showed up at her doorstep, told her raise her right hand, swear her loyalty to the Soviet Union and viola she was now part of the armed forces. She didn't even know her own rank! When she went to the supply depot the officer there gave her the standard issue dress for women, a very tan, unflattering coat and skirt. She asked for pants instead of the skirt. So there she was, sitting in a truck with about five or so others. Her uniform was brand new, stiff and difficult to move in. While the others chatted about what they did, who they were, Vera closed her eyes and sank as deep as she could into the uncomfortable wooden seat. Doing her best to become one with the seat, though she felt like the only reason why the others weren't talking to her was because it seemed like she was sleeping, not because she was hidden from them. Much later she felt herself slipping into sleep when she noticed the truck halt. Not long after someone tapped her on the shoulder, "Seems like we're here, tovarisch." Vera nodded, slowly got up and followed the others out. She found herself in a mostly empty vehicle depot. Officers and other military personnel directed them towards the center near a small podium. Vera looked back at the trucks that brought them here, if she recalled correctly... ZiS-150 trucks? A newer model of truck, the supposed successor to the ZiS-5, a much older, but very sturdy and reliable model. They only started production of these trucks just last year, she thought to herself. She looked back forward, where roughly 30 or so people, mostly russian, were standing. She quickened her pace to keep up, leaving the trucks and her thought about them behind, standing behind one of the people near the rear. A large, older officer went up to the podium, flanked by a number of military personnel to his left. He cleared his throat, which made Vera look up at him. He began a fairly informal greeting, introducing himself as their commanding officer, pointing out a few people as veterans and such. Vera perked up when she heard that there were veteran troops in this unit, making a mental note that she should stick close to them when the shooting started. The CO then gave them instructions that the personnel to his left carried documents for them. What sort of documents? Vera thought to herself, and as quick as he arrived, the CO left after telling them to meet him at 9:00AM, an hour from now. Though she didn't catch where. She went up to one of the men carrying the documents and picked out hers. She looked around and saw that most people had already begun to form into small groups, chatting amongst themselves or flipping through the pages of their personal documents. She even heard someone mutter that he had been trained as a rifleman, not as whatever they had assigned him to be. The small Russian girl noticed that most people had uniforms broken in, with rank insignia, some medals or badges, patches which displayed their former units. Her own uniform had no such things. She felt vulnerable in this crowd of strangers, clothes too stiff, without her armor. So she walked towards those trucks to get a better look at them while she opened her document. She only took a few steps before tripping on herself and dropping her documents. She stopped mid recovery and saw the papers splayed out on the floor. She blinked before quickly gathering her papers, adjusting her coat, and continuing her path towards the trucks. She was glad that she was walking away from the group after that incident.	Name Vera Artyomovna Volkov Age 18 Gender Female Birth-date / Location April 11, 1930 / Perm, Russia Appearance Vera is a shorter woman, standing at 5'2". While on duty she typically keeps her short blonde hair in a bun or pony tail, tied with string. She usually has soviet tankers goggles on her belt or around her neck, using them to protect her blue eyes when operating her armor. She wears a tight VDV telnyashka, white and blue striped undershirt and has standard issue infantry pants. Over these she wears a loose fitting camouflage snipers uniform to hide her figure, and for stealth when she's out of her armor. She also has laced kirza boots from the VDV and Pattern 1941 RAF leather gloves, a gift from her father. Underneath all the layers of clothing, she is surprisingly fit. She has yet to wear the various belts, bandoleers and harnesses available to Squad 914. She has a nonstandard issue green beret she is fond of, but only wears it when she's out of her armor. In armor she has a soviet tank crewmans helmet with a build in mic and headphones. Typically when she goes into her armor, she strips off the snipers uniform, placing it over her seat or stuffing it under the seat. While she's able to operate the machine with the baggy clothing on, it's far more convenient to be out of it while in armor. She keeps her fathers bayonet strapped to her right boot, but the blade is so long that it runs along the length of her entire lower leg, with the hilt going beyond her knee. Her other boot has an NR-40 strapped to it. She also has a shoulder holster for her side arm, but it's usually hidden under the sniper uniform. Personality Fiercely protective of her Object-342 and more or less her friends, Vera shows great compassion and caring through her own special muted way. Vera is a very practical person, a quick witted problem solver, capable of diagnosing a problem with her armor in minutes and repairing it in the same time it takes to identify it. She is a very straight forward person, disliking any beating around the bush and lies that complicate things, though she does take an interest in gossip. She has ice in her veins and a talent for understatement. Her calm demeanor stems from her armor in which she feels safe and confident, although she knows that any tank, tank destroyer, anti tank gun, anything with a big enough bang can harm her. Outside of her armor, her ice melts a little and she becomes a little bit more like the young girl she actually is. When facing strangers, Vera is incredibly cautious and slow to trust, especially against male soldiers. Despite this she is capable of following orders and working alongside her squad mates. Relationships N/A Classification Combat Engineer NR-40 Combat Knife (5.9 inch blade) M1898/05 Sawback Bayonet (14.6 inch blade) TT-30 Pistol (7.62×25mm Tokarev) PPS-43 Submachine Gun (7.62×25mm Tokarev) Experimental Gear Weighing at roughly 1700 kilograms, the Object-342 is an eight foot tall mechanical armor with the goal of mobile fire support for infantry groups at the front lines. The project began in 1942 when a group of British Special Operations Executive Agents handed over a packet full of intelligence to Soviet agents. Among the many things in the package were early blueprints to the German Walking Tank. As Soviet scientists began working on their own armored bipedal unit, using these early blueprints as a base, Stalin ordered a group of engineers and scientists to create something that was original to the Russians. While the walking tank design was to make a tank walk, Object-342's group wanted to make a walking man into a tank. Six years later, the prototype Object-342 was finalized. The Object-342 is a single pilot operated machine, with the cockpit situated in the chest of the armor. A great deal of time went into developing the controls of the Object-342. Allowing for the pilot to more precisely control the limbs of the machine, letting it to move with more lifelike movements and pull off more complex maneuvers in combat. The armor is thickest around the torso where the cockpit is located, and the head where the optics, radio and most of the periscopes are in. The head also features an active infrared device, inspired by the German ZG-1229. The optics, also inspired by the Germans specifically their adjustable tank sights, allows for 2x to 6x zoom. The rear of the armor is where the power pack and engine is located, combined in a backpack with the ammunition. The front chest plate has a bright headlamp attached to it. The arms and legs of the armor are particularly strong, the arms having to move and carry heavy weapons, and the legs having to carry the whole thing. In controlled conditions, the armor is capable of jumping vertically up to four feet. Although landing is fairly difficult. The armor is also able to easily lift, push, and pull 800 kilograms of weight, without the weapons mounted on the arms. Unlike a tanks turret, the torso of the armor is only able to twist 130 degrees from the center, where the torso is aligned with the legs. The armament of the machine is simultaneously impressive and unimpressive. On the right forearm are two modified RP-46 Medium Machine Guns, belt fed with detachable box magazines. Mounted under the right arm is a heavily modified 76mm M1943 Regimental Gun, with a cut down barrel, stripped of nonessential parts, and an added three round revolving autoloader. On the right arm is a single belt fed DShK 1938 Heavy Machine Gun, with all of its ammunition stored in the armors backpack. The backpack stores four additional RP-46 box magazines of 250 rounds, giving each RP-46 two reloads. The 76mm M1942 has an additional six rounds, and the DShK 1938 has a 600 round magazine in the backpack. While the sheer volume of fire is impressive from the three machine guns and the cannon, accuracy is highly dependent on the pilots skill as there are no sights to assist in the aiming of any of these guns. The short barreled 76mm M1943 also has very limited anti armor capabilities, as the cannon can only use the OF-350 Fragmentation High Explosive, O-350A Fragmentation and BP-350M High Explosive Anti Tank shells. The armor itself is fairly slow, at most it can keep up with an infantry mans jog. The slow speed coupled with the limited ammunition carry, and comparatively poor anti armor capability means that the Object-342 would only be useful in a small amount of situations, in defensive action or attached to unarmored infantry. Due to the small amount of information released, expectations ran wild amongst the military leadership. Generals dreamed of outfitting entire regiments of infantry with this suit, steamrolling anything the Germans had. Soviet Airborne leadership gossiped about finally having armored units being able to leap from planes. Soviet Naval officers spoke of suits that were fully submersible, letting their marines storm beaches without needing landing craft. When the prototype was featured to these officers, it was met with a mixed reception. "It needs further testing? Put it in Squad 914." they said. The interior cockpit of Object-342 is painted white, with the controls being in front of the seat. On the left side wall is a gun mount where Vera puts her PPS-43 SMG with a pouch of ammo for it. On the right wall is a blank space with four small red stars, for four simulated duels where she won. Just below the four stars is a small hook where Vera puts her tankers helmet when she's not piloting. When she is, that hook is where her beret goes. Above the seat where the periscopes are, she has a number of photos. A family photo of her sitting on a park bench with Viktor next to her and her father and mother behind them standing is taped to the front periscope above the headrest. On the left periscope is a picture of Viktor and his tank crew sitting on their old T-34-85. The right periscope has a picture of her mothers cat, and the rear periscope has a picture of the research group that developed the armor. In that picture Vera is sitting at the front with the test pilots. On the left side of the head of the armor is a white painted decal of three wolves, one leading with two following. The lead wolf is scarred and old, the second is plated in steel, and the third is a younger wolf. Underneath her seat is a small tool kit she uses for field repairs. Background Born in 1930 in some village near Perm, she was abandoned at birth because her biological parents were too poor to raise her. She was given to a roaming band of orphans who agreed to adopted her into their gang, where she was raised to the best of their ability. She met a boy named Viktor, who protected her and fed her the most out of all of the children there. Their destination was the city of Perm, where they peddled, begged and tried to find work to feed and clothe themselves. The city proved fruitful for the small gang of orphans, many of them found work here or there and soon most left the gang to more profitable opportunities both good and bad, until only Vera and Viktor were left. The two of them had been helping at a mechanics shop owned by a veteran of the great war. As far as the two orphans could tell, he was alone, had no wife and his work was the only thing he had in life. The two schemed and it took only a little convincing. Early in 1938, an eight year old Vera and a ten year old Viktor was adopted by a war veteran named Artyom. Life became good, compared to the old days before he adopted them. Often on the weekends he took the both of them to the forest to camp, teaching them how to survive in the wild, how to shoot a rifle accurately, training them to defend themselves. Very quickly Artyoms neighbor noticed that he was caring for two children. Anna, a woman who worked in a bakery, confronted Artyom about how he was raising his kids. Over the next few years Viktor and Vera would call Anna mother, and Artyom father. Something the both of them neither encouraged nor discouraged. Anna educated them, teaching etiquette, how to cook, how to sew. Meanwhile their father taught them how to hunt small game, how to shoot a rifle, showed them military tactics, and lectured them about the horrors of war and what soldiers would do. Artyom feared another war, and it was obvious. At first Anna was reluctant but as the years went on and as Germany grew in power, she began to join them on their trips into the forest. In 1942, a group of officers approached Artyom, and he welcomed them with open arms and a bottle of vodka for them. Old war buddies. They admitted that they needed a test pilot for a new project. It took half a year of convincing, but when confronted with the news of the invasion of Britain, he agreed. Once the war started, Viktor joined the soviet Tank Corps luckily becoming the gunner of a very skilled and cunning tank commander. Around the same time the first prototype of the Object-342 was completed, Artyom and two other test pilots showed up, a soviet marine, and a paratrooper. All of them were friends from the great war, or sons of those friends. While the two other test pilots were able to fit uncomfortably into the armor, Artyom wasn't able to at all due to his larger size. Despite that, he was kept on the program due to his mechanical expertise. During the second test run, due to circumstances Artyom brought Vera. During their work, Vera spoke often to many of the scientists, engineers and the test pilots, becoming good friends with them. She asked them many questions about the armor, even learned how to pilot it from the test pilots. All in good fun. Until Vera climbed into the Object-342 when most of the crew was looking away and took it on a 15 minute joyride. Artyom was mortified, a test pilot lost a bet, and the scientists developing the armor were amazed by her display of skill in the armor. After Artyom scolded her, the crew convinced him to let her be a test pilot. After all, she was small enough to fit comfortably into the armor, and all they needed was pilot input. It wasn't like she would go out into battle wearing it. The next few years were fun to Vera, she showed great aptitude for piloting the armor, she learned many things from her seniors the two test pilots and her father. She developed new piloting techniques based on the observations of battle tactics and flow written down in letters by her brother. When she wasn't test piloting, she was learning how to maintain and repair it while listening to war stories from her fathers friends. She quickly became a better pilot than the other two, and soon she was the primary pilot of Object-342. In 1946, the Object-342 was completed and was shown alongside the Soviet walking tank to the military community. Vera was the pilot as they wanted the best possible performance. After the showing, the many officers there welcomed the walking tank warmly. The Object-342 was met with noticeably colder attitudes. They decided to let the Object-342 prove its worth by putting it in Squad 914, the pilot included. Artyom and the scientists objected loudly, but they dismissed them. With no other choice, Artyom and the research group was forced to agree. Before Vera shipped out, she drilled in the armor constantly, honing her skills. Artyom gave her his leather gloves, which had been a gift from an old friend in the British Royal Air Force, and one of his war trophies, a German M1898/05 Sawback bayonet from the first world war. The other test pilots also gave her gifts, the undershirt of a soviet marine and the boots of a paratrooper, and advice. After she was shipped out, Artyom and the research group was fueled by a new purpose. To keep on developing the Object-342 program and provide Vera with the best armor and equipment they could make. Experience Informal Survival Training - Spread out from 1938 to 1943 Informal Military Training - Spread out from 1938 to 1946 Object-342 Piloting - 1942 to 1946 Family Artyom Volkov - Father Anna Tarasova - Mother Viktor Volkov - Brother Theme Song N/A Current Log >Changelog 1.1 >Added where she stores her snipers uniform during piloting in Appearance Section. >Grammar fixes throughout sheet Old Logs >Changelog 1.0 >Filled in missing parts >Added additional details about Object-342 in Experimental Gear Section: Notably strength (p2), maneuverability (p2), customization (p5), and a headlamp (p2).
2,190	46	5	1,363	2,421	<--------------------> Aleyev had already been given the details about the Squad itself, and most of the instructions were expected to take place. The young, tall man himself was the second very soul to be selected, or conscripted depending on what view you had, into the programme. A lot of the information had been given to him prior to the project's official launch, though the main details were kept short and many of them were told to him in strict confidentiality. He was not allowed to utter a single word of the Squad until its initial deployment into combat, at least to no one but other Russian comrades. He knew of the 'experimental gear' that was hinted, but not of them specifically. Aleyev also knew of the mission... As he, like the others, was dismissed from their standing posts, they began to make their way over to the officers holding documents. He waited in a small line before hearing his name called, approaching the formally dressed man with a folder in his hands. When handed to it, Aleyev would look down upon it, staring at it briefly before tucking it underneath his arms. His uniform currently looked scruffy, but in a respectable way in saying he was a war veteran. At least a veteran for combat, not time. It was the very same uniform he wore to escape the city of the damned. But before his mind could dwell upon the being of his attire, a man approached him. This new face was not much of a new face, if you account into the previous years. Well, new face for today, at least. He was quite well dressed, obviously showing signs of some experience to the very least. He spoke in a friendly manner, introducing himself and giving his own identity away. As soon as he finished, a smile crept up Aleyev's face. He chuckled aloud, patting him on the back as he gave a heavy welcome-hug. "Aha! I thought I recognised you in the trucks!" He let him go, chuckling to himself as he held out a fingerless-gloved hand out. "Good to know your name finally. Aleyev Yanovich. It's good to see you too strode on through Kursk and still are coming back for more! You Vietnamese folk sure know how to put up a fight." He patted his back, pointing towards some of the other soldiers talking amongst themselves. Aleyev guided the man's vision towards where his finger was pointing as it gracefully fell on each individual one by one, pointing out the differences in their appearances, but not through his words. "All these people are here, they'll witness us and learn from us, am I right? So, what happened to you after Kursk? I was transferred in late 1946 to the 2nd Shock Army. I'm sure you are aware of the...events that happened in Leningrad." His voice drifted off slowly, as the thoughts and visions of Leningrad seemingly returned upon the mentioning of its name, like a deathly plague waiting to pounce upon everyone. But soon enough, his face seemed to regain consciousness as he smiled back at the friendly Vietnamese friend he had just made.	Aleyev Yanovich - Thanh Pham - Helga Branwulf - Vera Volkov - Zoyka Stepanovna - Milena Kuznetsov - Victor Asimnov - Naomi Robinson -
2,191	46	6	104	127	The Nazi Scum For the duration of Yuri Vychenko´s speech Gerhard stood at attention, like every good soldier would, though after that he casually lit a papirosa made out of news paper with his barely dry matches. Unlike the others, who were also gathered here, Gerhard did not wear a uniform, he wasn´t even wearing real clothes, the only three things on his body were a cotton padded jacket with his name on it written with white chalk, cotton padded pants and a pair of soaked through walenki. In summary, he looked miserable, yet he was the reflection of his previous unit. A old man who was bitterly chilled to the bones, tired and yet with the eyes of a killer, always lurking, always concentrated. The not so glorious part of the mighty red army.Before this day, which was a miracle to him because he could not think of any reason why he would be needed or wanted here, Gerhard was part of the notorious Shtrafbat. A penal battalion, filled with thief´s, felons, alleged deserters and others that simply had been in the wrong place,wrong time type of situation. On the way he learned that he´d most likely be assigned as a combat engineer, at least that was what the man with the blue ribboned peaked cap said. So there he was, taking his sweet time to smoke, enjoying the freedom of not being under constant surveillance. 'Was haben wir denn hier? Ein paar Russen, ein Schlitzauge und eine Vaterlands Verräterin. Könnte spaßig werden, so spaßig dass ich mich fast nach meiner nassen Höhle in den Schützengräben sehne..' he thought while spitting out some tobacco that got sucked into his mouth, unpleasant and hot but better than not having anything to smoke at all. 'What have we here? A few russians, a rice-eye and a traitor of the fatherland. Could get funny, so funny that I am missing my wet hole in the trenches' Gerhard von zur Burg lingered around a little longer, even after his papirosa long burned out, before approaching one of the commanding officers which were supposed to hand him his papers, he wanted to take his time and see who he´d deal with.The men all looked well indoctrinated, motionless faces and stern eyes. What he received paper-wise was not much, a small identification pass with his picture in it and a few formrs, but the glances he earned were plenty. The German stayed calm, lighting another papirosa which was his last, a sad fact he had to face after checking his few pockets. He thought about all the missed 'Idi nahuj´s or the 'Shto pjaljeshsa, pidaras?' he could´ve thrown back at them,just like he did at the MKVD soldiers in his old unit, yet the old German knew that this was another league. Not the penal battalion. Perhaps this also was his chance to win back his freedom, after defecting he had told the MVKD everything he knew and yet they refused to let him go, instead throwing him into a Shtrafbat to die. It was only a small hope, but maybe he could get back to his family. Since Gerhard did not own a watch he had to ask somebody for the time, out of common sense he wouldn´t bother the Russian soldiers, so there was only one option left. "Helga, richtig?" he asked after stepping behind her while she was talking to a few other people," could you tell me the time? I don´t own a watch and being late to formation is something I want to avoid, I am pretty sure our new commanding officer would take this to heart. Unlike for Helga, being identified as a German was nothing bothering to Gerhard. As a former SS-officer he learned to wear a thick skin, addressing her in German would also give him an idea of how she swung.	Alright, I am curious if you could make an exception for a defecting German? He is a little over the age limit^^ Name Gerhard von zur Burg Age 48 Gender Male Birth-date / Location 2APR1900 Height 6'1'' Weight 90kg/200lbs Appearance Slightly bulky, long limbs and broad shoulders.Tends to move a little inverted, tries to hide his strong physique. Though his brown eyes might seem warm his glance is lurking. Personality Gerhard is a WW1 veteran but unlike others he didn´t suffer from shell shock or from the aftermath of gas attacks, he keeps a cold attitude in leadership only feeding other soldiers as much empathy as he sees fit. In his private life he is a warm person and a father of 3 children. Disobedience from soldiers, no matter whether his subordinates or comrades, and failure as its result is seen by him as a disgrace. Relationships None, has no contact to his family at the given moment. Classification Combat Engineer -Weapons MP40 M1911 (trophy) Magnetmine (Magnetic AT mine) Stielgranate (German grenade) langer Dolch (long dagger) Experimental Gear "Drachenfeuer"-a flame thrower per say, but not an ordinary one. Ordinary flame throwers use a mixture of gasoline, ignited by an open flame and have the reach of a few yards. They are prone to bullet impacts and pose a liability for the carrier and the people surrounding him/her. Drachenfeuer is a experimental Flammenwerfer which Gerhard stole, prior to defecting, it uses two separate tanks. One filled with a oil and tar mixture, the other a solvent on the basis of muriatic and nitric acid which allows the thick and sticky mixture to move trough the pipes at all. Between those tans sits a small bottle of compressed CO, with a container full of magnesium solution underneath it.When activated the Oil and Acid first come together to create a liquid mass, which is then channeled trough a chamber. Inside that chamber the magnesium solution is added while the CO pressure is also applied, that way the mixture shoots trough the tube and is ignited upon exit. It burns a lot hotter thanks to the magnesium and it is almost impossible to put out due to the features of oil and tar. Background Gerhard was born into a relatively unknown royal family, though they did not posses many lands they were still resourceful, thanks to their investments into the Messerschmidt and TysonKrup companies. Gerhard grew up well protected by his mother an strictly disciplined by his father, at the age of 9 his father signed him into a Boxing club and a "Alte Kampfkunst" school. That´s where Gerhard , previously too well fed by his mother and kept from all evil, found interest in cold weapons and in fighting hand to hand.Simultaneously his father started to teach him how to hunt. His good genetics made him progress in both clubs and he developed a good form trough exercising. With 16 Gerhard signed into the Heer, much against his mothers will but also with lots of approval from his father. He fought the last two years of first great war, as a Schütze where he honed his shooting skills which earned him a Scharfschütze badge in the last 4 months of the conflict. After the war Gerhard went back to the clubs and started education in the Duisburg university where he studied weapon engineering and chemistry. During Hitler´s first Putsch in 1923 Gerhard was no follower, but the men of the SA sparked his interest so he started to observe the movement in the following years while working in a weapons factory. In 1929, when the economy crisis hit germany and the NSDAP started to gain popularity, Gerhard was a unemployed veteran holding a two degrees, that caught the attention of a SA Sturmbahnführer. Gerhard was recommended into their Ranks where he served from Truppführer up to a Sturmführer. He witnessed the rise of the 3rd Reich and gained popularity within the SA ranks, for his loyalty and commitment. In 1939 Gerhard caught wind of a new unique and elite unit being formed within the Reich, he immediately applied. The approval followed and he was implemented into 6th SS Division in Yugoslavia, after his qualifications were assessed. Later he served in the 35th SS Division in Poland and the Baltic states after cross training with Japanese allies. Towards, what seemed the end of the war in about 1943, Gerhad von zur Burg was promoted to the rank of a SS-Hauptsturmführer and tasked with taking command of a company of the 36th SS Grenadier Division "Dirlewagner". It was the most notorious and brutal division of the Reich, known for their brutality against civilian population.Only after seeing those men in action for two years, a small spark of disbelief ignited a fire of resistance in him. He held much pride in his honor as a soldier, but what they did..no soldier should do. Or he´d lose the right to call himself one. The decision was quick, rational and final, one night Gerhard just packed his things and left in the cover of dark. Nobody knew that he defected the soviets, except the MKVD. Experience 1916-1918 IWW 1929-1939 NCO in the Sturmabteilung 1939-1947 Officer in the Schutz Staffel Family Mother:Maria von zur Burg-deceased Father: Ludwig von zur Burg-deceased Wife: Matilda Ebing- lives in his family estate in Mittenwald Children: Josefina(16), Franz(12), Sepp(6)- live with their mother Theme Song -
2,192	46	7	489	444	THANH PHAM "Hehe. Glad to see you still kicking Nazis like usual." Thanh returned the man's hug with one of equal force. And he couldn't help but feel a little bit proud at how the guy actually addressed the Vietnamese soldiers with high regards. They did not make up a great force to make significance on the battlefield, but individually, some were very courageous indeed. And it surely is interesting to be a foreigner inspiring aboriginal men to fight for their own country, fighting to free the Russian, and the world from the Nazi's grasp. Speaking of that... Thanh could feel his chest hanging heavy as Aleyev mentioned the events of Leningrad. "Yeah, I do know of that...Even more clearly than anyone, despite not being there myself." He did not know whether he was lucky or unlucky about it. Because of his leg wounds, Thanh had avoided being transferred to that disastrous city. But in exchange, hundreds of thousands, including some of his best comrades from Vietnam, perished in his place. If he had been transferred there, how many would he have saved. The Asian man bit his lower lip in order to ease the pain welling up in his heart, as he returned him a friendly smile. "I left Kursk in June, due to injuries." He patted his own right thigh. "It was pretty damn horrible, I was away from the battlefield for a whole year, until Stalingrad. But I'm now all kicking and ready for more!" Thanh then looked at his own documents. "Is your gear assigned in advance, or it's just me. I was given this thing." He showed Aleyev the picture of his explosive mine.	Name: Thanh Pham Age: 20 Gender: Male Birthdate/Location: 04.20.1928/Hanoi Vietnam Appearance: A young man standing only 165 cm high and 60 kilograms heavy, comparing to the likes of his Russian peers, his appearance isn't that much impressive, despite the height being slightly over the standards of Vietnamese men at the time. He has short, neat black hair and the yellowy brown skin, but in reality he looks a lot darker because of the bloods and dirt of the battlefield he faced. The color of the young man's pair of irires perfectly matched what he had been through: brown, for dirt and mud. He's not well-built, but not skinny. After being transferred to Russia, he took the usual attire of Russian infantry men, but then evolved to wearing another layer of light protective armor around him to protect himself against explosions, and to conceal the scars he suffered from all the battles he had faced. Personality: If one could describe him in three words, it would be brave, reckless and peaceful. Normally, to Thanh’s comrades, he would tend to act completely normal, and sometimes friendly to his peers, and try to avoid conflict as much as possible. He never went all the way to get in a fight with someone else and get injured in the process. A young man with a simple way of life, and a peaceful ideology to bear. He had little education during his childhood, so he can be clueless sometimes, and his manners sometimes might be a little rude. He can be lazy at times, but generally, he’s a gentle boy who values the moral values of life, like for example, friendship In stark contrast to the peaceful and tranquil personality, he is extremely reckless when it comes to tense situation. Because of his little education, especially in military tactics training, he is usually one of the first to charge into battle, regardless of gunfire, bombs, mines, pretty much everything, frequently getting himself wounded in battle. Many times he placed his life on the line like it was nothing, even if the target objective isn’t worth the risk at all. The rumor that he has once charged a German Tiger II tank during a battle with nothing but a bolt action rifle and a few molotovs and hand grenades has much confirmed the trait. But despite his seemingly stupid and impulsive human-wave aggressive attacks, Thanh isn’t that clueless in tactics, as he has some basic common sense about strategies, is actually very decent at teamwork, and his fierceness in battle had sometimes boosted the morales of battle soldiers. But when mentioning recklessness, there is absolutely no way not to mention about his bravery. It’s absolutely immeasurable. A trait inherited from his father, who is also a war veteran, Thanh’s bravery is widely reowned among their peers, something which they greatly respect the young man. He is quick-witted, seen continuously employed in tasks that require utmost resolution and daring. Thanh is also a patriotic person who is proud of his country’s long history, and is shown to be very hateful of the Nazis. To the bravery of the young man, Thanh despises cowards, to the point that he might even shoot them himself. On side-notes, Thanh is pretty bad at academic, politics and diplomacy. Relationships: N/A Classification: Specialist Equipment: -Mosin Nagant bolt action rifle -TT32 pistol -Molotovs x2 -HE grenade x2 -Warhead x5 (1 on the pole, 4 on reserve) Experimental Equipment: The lunge mine The same name as the Japanese made ‘lunge mine’, it’s basically a high explosive anti tank warhead shaped like a cone and is placed on one end of a 1.5 meters long pole. The mechanic of the weapon is simple. The bottom of the cone is attached with a super-magnet that can hold the weight of the mine so that it sticks onto metal structure. If the target is a concrete wall, then the user will have to manually add glue to the funnel like structure so that it stays on the intended location for at least a few seconds. The three sticks protruding out acts as fuses, when pushed inwards due to impact, the mine’s gunpowder will be triggered, and will explode. It is used like a spear, with the user has to grip it tightly, each hand placed on the 1/3 and 2/3 position of the pole respectively, although when attacking it can be changed depending on the references of the user. When attacking, the user will have to ram it into the target in a 90-degree angle for maximum potential of exploding. And after plunging it into the target, the user has around 3 seconds to remove the pole from the mine, which is done by rotating it a bit and pulling it out, and run to a safe location. The extracted pole can then be attached to another mine so that he can continue attacking. The user can choose not to use the pole and instead hold the mine directly, however, this is highly unrecommended. When triggered, the mine will take 3 seconds to explode. The heat and pressure of the explosion will be extreme, due to the large amount of explosion being squeezed into the small shell being let out at once, and the mine can penetrate to about 160mm of armor, which is a good number at the time. The movements of the user will have to be decisive, and he has to make sure that he has a clear path and good cover to both attack and retreat. In general, the one using this mine has to be brave, quick-willed, because one mistake can lead to deadly consequences. The user can die from the intense pressure being placed on him or the heat of the bomb. Even if he manages to run, he may still suffer wounds, so a cover is highly recommended. Another important thing to be noticed is that to use the mine, the user will have to get very close to the target. As a result, he will need heavy fire support, and he will have to pick his timing carefully, otherwise he would be gunned down when he either attack or retreat The mine, improved from the Japanese equivalent to make it survivable, is considered very effective against almost every walls, normal vehicles, light and medium tanks, armored car, some poorly armored heavy tanks, and most walking tanks due to the mine being triggered at point-blank range, but is prone to suffer from the heavy armor of most heavy tanks, super-heavy tanks and heavily armored walking tanks. Basically, an armor beyond the penetrative capability of 160mm will negate the effect of the mine. When faced against tanks, the user will have to choose the area with least armor, notably the rear or side if possible. In general, it can be very effective, but extremely risky, and is highly dependent on the skill and bravery of the user. Because of it, not many Soviet officers and generals held it in high regards, despite its performance. Background: A natural born Vietnamese, Thanh was born in Hanoi in a normal traditional family under the Imperial French occupation. Because his family’s bloodline wasn’t a noble one, he received little education, only going to rural schools. His father, at the time was in the resistance party against French occupation in Vietnam, however, was the role model of inspiration for Thanh, who inspired him to become brave and fearless in the face of danger. He had a normal childhood, like many other kid, and was taught Russian very early during school. That was when the Imperial Japanese invaded the French colonies in Asia. From the very start they tried to offer peaceful resolution to the French, but things soon became violent as the Japanese launched a major attack against the French’s three major foothold in Saigon, Hanoi and Hue. Realizing the imminent threat of a Japanese rule over Indochina, the French and Vietnamese government, along with two Indochina countries, Laos and Cambodia, decided to form a temporary alliance to keep the Japanese at bay. But as the numerically superior Japanese army approached near the capital, Vietnam’s Ministry of Defense at the time, decided to launch a full-scale war against the invading Japanese. Soon, the citizens began to build trenches, walls, and blockades in hopes to hold out as long as possible against the invaders Thanh’s house were among the first to get bombarded by Japanese artilleries and planes. His mother was killed on sight, while his father was busy fighting in the streets. Thanh was, who was only twelve at the time, decided to take revenge for his mother, and began to tag along the Vietnamese soldiers in the trenches, regardless of the gunfire that flew near him. Because of his young age, initially, the soldiers did not allow him to take part, but his stubborn attitude eventually convinced them, but he only took part as a messenger and ammunition carrier. For 60 days, Thanh miraculously managed to survive the battle, only sustaining minor wounds, and fled the battlefield along with thousands of French and Vietnamese troops. The Japanese occupation of Vietnam did not last long, thanks to the traditional scorched earth policy imposed by the Vietnamese governments that many times defeated the Mongolians and Chinese. Normal life ensured, but it was never the same. Seeing how the Russian influence among the society increased, Thanh was also influenced in some ways. And then the faithful operation occured. The day that many thousand soldiers of youthful Vietnamese men being sent to their deaths in a foreign, no man’s land. Thanh was thankfully spared due to his young age, but his father wasn’t so lucky. He was included in the long casualty list. Now left with no surviving family members of his own, Thanh soon noticed a chance to be migrated to Russia to join the Red Army in resistance against the rising German threat. Due to the lack of manpower, the Soviets were getting desperate, trying to recruit everybody they can, from every allied country. Thanh took the chance without any hesitation. Thanks to his pre-emptive education in Russian, he didn’t have many difficulties fitting in. He was highly regarded as brave, and several times charged German tanks under heavy fire with only a handful of grenades and molotovs, suffering some terrible wounds in some battles. On one cold, misty morning of February in 1946, he received orders to be transferred to defend Kursk from the unstoppable German mechanized forces. There, the tale of a reckless yet brave Asian who again and again charged the German tanks had, for some times, inspired the men there to continue fighting, and although his attack wasn't really effective, the rumors were big enough to the point that one German tank battalion commander to order the tanks to go in reverse once they heard battle cries and waves of infantry charge into their position. He was finally put down after attacking a German Tiger II, which was somewhat reowned among the Russian military for a while after that. The attack was pretty disastrous, as not only was he not able to destroy the tank, but he also got shot in the right leg by another tank's machine gun. He survived and was transported away from the battlefield, but the shot had put him out of action for an entire year, leaving behind a not so pretty projectile inside his bloody thigh, and a scar that he would have to carry with for the rest of his life. In March 1947, after a year lull in the fighting to treat the wounded leg suffered from the previous charge, Thanh was called back into service once his leg had healed. This time, he was placed in Stalingrad, possibly one of the largest graveyards in the world. The battle had raged on for nearly five years in that one city, and the citizens had either fled or all died. There, where soldiers were throwing everything they had against each other even for just a small inch of land, Thanh demonstrated his bravery and recklessness yet again, by rushing for the German trenches with nothing but his bare hands. At the time, weapons were scarce for the soldiers of Stalingrad, so some might not be distributed anything, and would have to rely on picking up dead soldier's weapons. The result was also disastrous, yet quite hilarious. After picking up a dead Russian's weapons, he was instantly shot in the arm, resulting in him falling to the ground due to sudden shock and pain, discarding the picked up weapon. Those behind him, thought he was dead, picked up the dropped weapon and moved on. Some who weren't paying attention even stomped onto his back. Still, it was still a minor wound, and Thanh continued to serve at Stalingrad until December, when he was transferred to Moscow to aid in war effort against the imminent German invasion. At the time, the Russian government officials were searching for someone to work with their equipments, a high explosive anti armor and structure mine that unfortunately has a very short trigger delay. Because of the short delay, there are chances that the user will sustain heavy wounds or even death if it is not operated correctly, so those in the reserve groups were hesitant to receive such a weapon. Before the Russian military had to force the weapon into one of the unfortunate, a Vietnamese instructor in the field, Sih Bao, introduced a young man who had had records and commendations for bravery. That man was Thanh, and the Russians decided to draft him in Squad 914, a mysterious experimental squadron formed by the Russian military Experience: Messenger and ammo refiller: December 1940 - January 1942 Basic military training: A few months Defense of Kursk: February-June 1946 Battle of Stalingrad: March-December 1947 Family: Vu Pham (Father) - Deceased Quynh Nguyen (Mother) - Deceased Theme song
2,193	46	8	1,833	2,419	Naomi Robinson Current Location: Squad 914 Camp Standing with straightened posture and arms placed behind herself, Naomi listened in silence to the commander's speech. It had been clear that Vychenko attempted to sweeten up the conversation to instill patriotism within those that stood in front of him, yet Naomi--despite her distaste for such words--refused to budge or divert her glance lest she compromise herself or whatever orders her superiors in the United Kingdom and now the Soviet Union had given Naomi. Regardless, it hadn't stopped Naomi from wrinkling her nose in disgust upon hearing that there were to be Germans--Krauts as she called them--within their ranks. Nothing more than liars, rapists, thieves, and above all, coldblooded murderers, Naomi thought, clenching her hands behind her back into fists as past memories resurfaced, reminding the agent of the terrible events she and the people of the British Empire were forced to experience at the hands of the Germans. As he finished his speech, their commanding officer diverted their gaze to the right with a movement of his arm. A row of uniformed officers stood in order, each one holding what was to be their assignments. None of the officers were welcoming, yet the unsettling gaze that had met Naomi as she approached to receive her documents had shown that they had also survived trial by fire, but also that a glimmer of hope existed for those who were selected to be apart of the newly formed squad. Their rough and unkempt appearance reminded Naomi of her father, and she began to wonder if--by chance--he was still out there, alive and kicking. The Third Reich had quickly overwhelmed what forces that had against their soldiers in France, and her father had been missing since the disastrous expedition. Sadly, it was a possibility with little chance to exist, and all that was left for Naomi was to hope that her father was alive to see what a proud soldier his daughter had become. Walking away from the officers, Naomi quickly glanced over the documents she was handed in a secluded area of the room. By no means was Naomi a lone wolf, but she had wished to gather intelligence (as was one of her duties) about her comrades without someone to distract her from the rest. Two Krauts, a number of Soviets, and one Vietnamese... Naomi pondered as she gazed over those that were now conversing with one another inside the meeting area. As her glance met the two Germans conversing, Naomi felt a smirk rouse on her face as she noticed the burly man's attire. Worn and caked with dirt, his penal uniform left a belief inside Naomi that the Soviets were doing something right. The German war machine had inflicted so much pain and suffering as well bloodshed and death onto innocent families, and Naomi stood steadfast with her resolve that the Germans should be forced to pay for their sins and crimes.	Name: Naomi Robinson Age: 20 Years Old Gender: Female DOB: June 17th, 1927 Hometown: York, United Kingdom Theme Appearance Standing at a modest one hundred and sixty centimeters and weighing a total of fifty-four kilograms, Naomi Robinson is a fit female with fair skin, although caked dirt and grime conceals most of her youthful appearance. Her blonde hair is cut short right before the shoulders, while Naomi's irises are a gentle blue reminiscent of the waters of the English Channel. With a white undershirt, Naomi wears a traditional British garb consisting of black combat boots, camouflaged fatigues and a red beret, although it is clear that each piece has seen better days. Layered over her person by strap or belt loop, various satchels and pouches are used to store field supplies, along with any ammunition Naomi has scavenged from fallen German soldiers while on the Eastern Front. Personality A tried and true patriot, Naomi takes great pride in the British crown and holds the United Kingdom in high regard. As such, Naomi detests Germans after what happened to her family and her country's people, and while she has no problems with working with German defectors or resistance, the bombing of the United Kingdom is still fresh in her mind and results in a heavy heart full of hatred. Years worth of skirmishing in Eastern Europe has emotionally drained Naomi, and she dislikes those who are "talking bollocks" (i.e. nonsense) or beating around the bush, and would rather get straight to the point instead of trying to sweeten up a conversation. Except in the case of Germans, Naomi is a friendly soul to her comrades, but she is likely not to grow attached to any of them. Naomi has learned that with war comes a wave of death, and after a potential love interest died in her arms, she is hesitant to form any lasting relationships outside the context of fighting. This hesitance often makes Naomi appear distant from her comrades, although she knows this is for the best lest she take up the bottle as comfort after having another person she cares for die in her front of her eyes. In the end, Naomi does whatever she can to keep her sanity, especially with the chance that she might never see those in 914 again through the course of the war until it is won. Relationships N/A; Will be updated as RP progresses. Classification Soldier Class: Specialist While Naomi has more or less intergrated into the Soviet military, her equipment remains predominantly British. However, while she favors the use of British weaponry, Naomi has no qualms with Soviet weaponry and its usage on the battlefield. Primary Weapon: Sten MK IIS, chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum (9mm Luger) Secondary Weapon: Welrod Pistol, chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum (9mm Luger) Melee Weapon: Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife AoE Weapon: 3x Molotov Cocktails Experimental Gear During the design of the SHG-48, Soviet Inventor Atyre Ushaeke was inspired mid-testing by the compression of gas assisted support equipment as seen in the handgun given to Aleyev. Whilst in a training incident, the prototype compression canisters exploded, launching one of his assistants across the hall with not too many serious injuries. The design for the SHG-48 was mostly based upon Spanish materials, but the inspiration he was given allowed him to design something completely from scratch and from within his own and incredible mind. Here, the SDJM-48 came into the picture. The Short-Distance Jump Mechanism, commonly referred to as the SDJM-48, the 'Jump-Pack' or the 'Thrust-Suit', was designed to launch the user under controlled conditions over a short distance, being a few meters. This was the ideal invention Atyre had in mind for combating fast-paced movement across rooftops in urbanized areas for marksmen. However, during its design and testing, he realized that the suit itself served great use of dashing between streets, cover and battlefields for short distances, as well as launching the user into the air by a few meters to assist in climbing and scaling unreachable edges. This allowed Atyre to think of better uses. And so, through even more testing, ones that nearly didn't meet the deadline of the activation of Squad-914, he tested it on CQC courses and found them to be just as, if not more, effective when ran by a infantryman as a Marksman would use it. The SDJM-48 uses larger compression tanks built into the backpack slots. The backpack contains two ports for the canisters to sit within, much like how a double-barreled shotgun holds its cartridges, and feeds its compression tanks into mainly the back, leg or arm ejection systems. The backpack itself is not big at all, and is more part of the suit, but is detachable at most. The rest of the invention is mostly dependent on the user itself. An exo-skeletal frame is fitted specifically for the user's body, to prevent the enemy using it against them if captured, which hold nozzles to eject the huge bursts of pressure and force to propel them slightly. In addition to this, emergency, and far smaller, canisters can be fitted into a compartment on each arm and leg, acting as a single thruster on each limb. Whilst this seems an advantage, these have to be triggered directly via pressing a trigger button on each limb. These problems are yet to be fixed, but it is still a prototype feature to the prototype equipment. As for the main source of compressed force, but hitting a button on the hip, the user can initiate the upward thrust if pressed on the right side. If the left side is pressed, the force is directed behind the user, helping them move forward towards things like cover and other rooms quicker, most effective when sliding. These are triggered by pistol-triggers retrofitted to the gear to remove any, or the vast majority, of accidental activation. A small timed delay allows the user to brace their body and get into position to move. Background Born to a British officer and a seamstress, Naomi was allotted a bountiful life in the streets of York alongside her two older brothers. While her mother wished Naomi to take over the family's business as a seamstress, she had dreams of being on the stage, regaling the patriotic tales of her father and other servicemen that had served in the Great War. Her siblings would often pick on Naomi for showing such a patriotic attitude, given that the United Kingdom had just fought through a devastating and bloody war, but also because she was a woman, and that it was a man's duty to be there for their country. However, each time her brothers would bully Naomi, her father would take her side, scolding both of his boys as he took pride in Naomi's backbone and loyal support for the country he had bled for. By the late 1930s, appeasement had begun to fail and by 1939, the United Kingdom, allied with France, was now at a state of war. Her brothers were soon drafted and her father returned to service, leaving only a twelve year old Naomi and her mother in York. Horror ensued from what letters her mother and the people of York were receiving from the front lines, but Naomi attempted to keep the public in support of the war by using her gifted voice and patriotic spirit, but it was an uphill battle. France soon fell, and the Battle of Britain had soon began with what was left of the expeditionary forces against the Nazi hordes as the skies were blotted with various bombers and fighters such as the Heinkel HE 111 and the Spitfire Mk I dishing out hatred and anger in numerous aerial dogfights and bombing raids. For Britain, this was a dark time, but for the Robinsons, it was to be even darker. With Naomi's father still missing and Lucas--the middle brother--confirmed KIA after the disastrous mainland expedition, the war continued to take more souls from the Robinson family. Callum, the oldest brother, was shot down by the Germans over the London skies, and a mere week later her mother was killed in the family business by a bomb while Naomi was away at a sleepover. Now left alone in the world and with an infuriated passion to hold the Germans responsible, Naomi was forced to wander the streets of York as a newly minted orphan. However, the Special Operations Executive had heard of a young girl with a fiery spirit in York, and quickly set out to bring Naomi into their fold. While Naomi was still young and under the age for active service, the SOE ignored the rules in Naomi's favor and for confidential reasons to implement her as one of their operatives. Given weapons training and taught survival skills, Naomi soon learned that she had a knack for easily picking up foreign languages, and could learn them with hardly any effort. This ability and her age soon landed her place in Operation Lovejoy, using her youth to fool the Germans and to act as a universal translator for the agents as they delivered top secret documents and blueprints to the Soviets. While this mission was considered a success, unfortunately a British prisoner of war was executed along the way. Nevertheless, the agents continued to progress with their orders, and left for what was once Poland to aid the resistance that was fighting German regulars that had occupied their homeland since the start of the war. Linking up with the Armia Krajowa, or in other terms, the Polish Home Army, the agents attempted to contact the United Kingdom to confirm the mission's success, but no answer had came. Multiple attempts were tried, but neither the agents or resistance fighters could radio in, each of them unknowingly aware that the United Kingdom had capitulated under a massive invasion by Axis forces. Believing that the Germans were blocking communications, the agents decided to follow orders as planned, and began to sortie against German installations and troops, where Naomi was given her first taste of battle as a soldier. While Naomi followed the training she was given back in England, she was soon known to be more ruthless against the Germans--even if they surrendered--in a nature akin to the various Polish resistance movements, as anger swelled in her veins against the soldiers that had killed her family. Not long after rallying with the Armia Krajowa, Naomi would begin to take an interest in a young resistance fighter by the name of Mieszko Michalek, who was only a few winters older than her. Despite the depressing state of the world, Mieszko--affectionately named Mie by Naomi--would always bring laughter to her, and some of the older veterans would joke that the two were lovebirds. While neither of them had refused to admit that they were in love, the two would spend the time allowed to relax together by the fire or any other place suitable to be alone with one another, leading to plenty of rumors circulating around them. However, in war, anything can change, and began to do so by 1944, not long after the Germans introduced the first walking tank. The development of the walking tank was something incredible, but it was also devastating. The machine brought hell onto the resistance fighters and the agents, pushing them further back towards the Soviet border. It was one of these instances when Mieszko would bleed to death in Naomi's arms, shattering her perception of reality as she held his bloody corpse. Taking his broken watch, Naomi was forced to flee the battlefield with those that remained, and hid within the shattered villages and towns of old Poland. The agents attempted to continue their mission, but sorties and sabotage soon became unheard of as the Germans began to whittle away who remained, until Naomi was left alone once more in the world--this time without comrades. Thankfully, a stroke of luck had finally appeared for Naomi, who was certain her death was coming soon. A squad of VDV soldiers had landed nearby, and were clearing out a small village guarded by the Germans. Clearing house to house, the Soviets met Naomi in a dramatic stand off as the door was kicked in and guns were pointed. After a few words in broken English, and then Russian, the parties that realized that they were allied soldiers to one another, and Naomi began to help the Soviets finish the cleanup in the village. Their leader was appreciative of her help, and offered Naomi a ride back to their base. Seeing as it would be the best option, Naomi accepted and soon joined up with the Soviet forces, eventually leading to her placement in Squad 914. Experience Basic Training: 3 Months - Pre 1942 Operation Lovejoy: Success - 1942 Aid to the Polish Resistance: 1942 - 1947 Family Father: Henry Robinson - Status: Unknown Mother: Emilia Robinson - Status: Deceased Brother: Callum Robinson - Status: Deceased Brother: Lucas Robinson - Status: Deceased Love Interest: Mieszko Michalek - Status: Deceased
2,194	46	9	1,969	278	Victor Continued to do what he normally did in a crowded place stay away from the crowd and watch, he was never the best when it came to holding a decent conversation with others. Yet even in this room full of strangers he does feel relaxed, as if being in good company. The others in the room seemed to mingle well enough, by what he could see there were mostly Russians in this group. Something to be expected, what was not expected was the foreigners. He could only make out one dark haired Vietnamese man among them, as well as a blonde lady who looked like she could be British, and a few Germans. Surprisingly one younger girl in military clothes and the other older man looked like he was wearing a prisoner’s uniform. Victor had no real qualms about working with the people they had been at war with for some time, just being glad that they were here to help. He knew that they wouldn’t be allowed here anyway if this were not true. Odd? Sure, but this group was definitely one thing and that was ragtag. It wasn’t just mixed nationality’s it was also mixed levels of experience and specialties. Perhaps that is exactly what this country needs right now, to show we can stand united against our foes. Even if to some, it would show desperation. Yet for him it said something else, something he has kept to himself ever since he heard it from his father. While his father does hold a rather high position within the government, he sometimes hears things even he is not supposed to know. Why his father tells him these things is beyond him, perhaps as a way to empower the boy to do well or defeat him and keep him away from the fight. Before he turned 17 and was already filling out the paperwork to join up with the army, his father told him something he insisted must remain secret between them. That secret was simple, we are losing the war. A simple statement that could explain the need for desperate tactics, a statement that no one is talking about. Either they know and don’t care or want to admit it, or like him have a rather naive outlook on the world around him and simply give in to the propaganda. Still, he figured that standing here alone wasn’t going to accomplish anything so against his quiet nature he decided to glance around at who to talk too. He didn’t feel to up to interrupting some small groups that had formed together. The Germans seemed to be conversing with each other and a small group, the Vietnamese man was chatting with another veteran looking fellow, a few others seemed to be far to interested in the new transport trucks, and the blonde lady seemed to be doing the same thing he was doing watching everyone from a secluded area. The girl was small, short, with blue eyes that showed strength and cunning. A feeling maybe, but she seems dangerous in her own right, he could feel it as he began to walk toward her. Keeping his file tucked under his right arm, he found himself growing anxious. It’s not that he was unable or afraid to talk to people, he was just kind of weird and awkward about it. He kept his pace slow and steady looking around now and then until he stopped a few feet from her. He kept his file closed and resting at his side and spoke with an awkward smile, “a rather strange bunch we got here don’t you think?” he paused for a moment as he looked towards the others. “Mostly Russian like myself, a couple Germans catching glares and a few suspicious looks, a Vietnamese soldier chatting it up with some veterans as if they are old friends.” He paused for a moment before looking back to the blonde haired girl, “and then there’s you, a British or American soldier” he paused for a moment as if realizing he skipped something, “oh and My name is victor Asimov… I think I should have started with that” he seemed to suddenly lose confidence in himself, even for a simple mistake.	-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name Victor Asimov Age 17 years, 4 months Gender Male Birth-date / Location November 20th, Oslo Norway, 1931 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Appearance Strong and tall are two such things one would say about the half Russian half Norwegian boy at first glance, then they would notice the blond hair, beard, and blue eyes. The boy stands at just over 6'3” and weighs 245 lbs. he is no stranger to hard work and his body shows it. muscular, fit with many signs of scars and abuse taken from the elements and others. His hair is shaved at the sides and a bit longer than what it's supposed to be on top, always pushed back towards his shoulders. He will normally be seen wearing the simple standard issue green working uniform with polished black combat boots, he's never really cared about being fancy and tends to keep his uniform neat enough to not get called out on it. Personality With being young, strong, and fast most would not be wrong to assume his attitude would be reckless and overconfident. However, Victor tends to be more withdrawn and careful especially when speaking to others. He tends to have an awful habit of being too blunt or not tactful enough in most situations. In turn this tends to make others think he is rude or shy. His body language normally portrays kindness and a willingness to protect others but in the heat of battle his eyes betray the cold killer that lies under the surface, one may even be able to see him smile. Relationships Will Be updated -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Classification Support Equipment Standard DP-28 LMG Standard TT-32 Sidearm Ulfberht sword (Family heirloom) 3x fragmentation grenades Experimental Gear The Hydraulic Assisted Armored Platform or HAAP Suit.( Light Armor / Heavy Armor just replace Nazi emblems with Soviet ones) Is the USSR's most recent attempt to combine the technology of the USSR and the German war machines, the USSR's scientists have merged the strength and toughness of a walking tank with the agility and finesse of an infantry soldier. The system works as an exoskeleton covered in semi rounded armor plating and powered by 2 experimental Tesla batteries. These batteries work to power the hydraulic pumps that assist the wearer in movement and strength while wearing the heavy armor. The full helmet and face mask does have the option of using gas filters and a mounted flashlight. The Tesla batteries can last up to 4 hours on a full charge. Electrical input is the fastest way to recharge the batteries, however if this is not applicable in the given situation small electric generators are housed in the legs and arms of the suit. These generators allow the batteries to be charged by movement and can be switched on and off with a few levers. The drawback to this is it makes the suit slower and harder to move for the user. For this and other reasons it is recommended that the user be strong and given the ability to properly train and grow stronger before extended use. The user also has the option to run one battery at a time doubling the duration but additionally hampering movement during this time. Caution is to be used while operating this suit as the batteries when damaged can discharge into the user and surrounding soldiers. This often results in the users death and can lead to electrical failure in nearby vehicles. It is also noted that operating the suit in hot temperatures may result in the user succumbing to dehydration if not mindful of the situation. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Background Victor was born November 20th 1931 in Oslo Norway, to an old Russian military man and veteran of the great war and a young beautiful Norwegian women who was an aspiring actress. Both were deeply in love and planned to live together in Norway with his fathers two children from another women and their new born son. But alas tragedy struck in the form of an infection that, even through many treatments would ultimately claim his mothers life a few months later. This would be something Victors father would blame him for, for the next 10 years. After this his father became depressed and turned to the bottle to help. Erasing his plans of living in Norway the man took his three children back to Russia and the USSR. There they would continue their lives in the family home they hopped would only be used for vacations. While his father took to long days at work in the propaganda department of the USSR and long nights out at the bars and out of the house his aunt and a few other family members helped to care for the children, his sister Sara who was 6 and his brother Ivan who was 8. For the next ten years his father would deal with his anger and unresolved issues by continually beating all of his kids. Victor learned early on how to stay out of the mans way and out of sight. For a time before his older brother left he would hide and let his brother take most of the beating. By the time he turned 8 and his brother was out of the house most days either working in the factories or doing training with the army to prepare for boot camp. This left 8 year old Victor and his rather frail 14 year old sister to his fathers wrath. It was at this time Victor started to stand up to his father, provoking him so he would come after him and not his sister. His sister by this time was very familiar with how to properly treat wounds and as such got plenty of training for the hospital while at home. When Victor turned ten he began to grow taller, stronger, and a bit more aggressive to the point where he was actively fighting back against his father. Still, to this day he is unsure of what prompted himself to do it but near his 11th birthday, after receiving a beating the night before, he ambushed his father with a wooden club. Beating the man to near death with the full intent of killing the man right then and there. Yet he stopped, the cruel father he had who showed very little emotion other than rage was crying. It took him a year for his father to finally come to terms with himself and get over his alcohol addiction. Victor wouldn't be able to trust the man for a few more years to come, it was strange that after 12 years he finally had someone who he could call father. Being the only child left in the household with his sister off to nursing school and his brother off somewhere in the soviet air force left just him and his father. He slowly began to trust the man as they began to go hunting, his father teaching him how to shoot, track, clean a kill, and survive. After a few years Roman began teaching him how to wield a sword and about the old Norse gods, a tradition passed from father to son on his mothers side. He knew that being openly religious would not be acceptable if he went on to be a soldier, so he practices in private and try's to keep it a secret. Victors mothers parents never had a son so they passed on the knowledge to Roman who was planning on teaching it to both his sons before Anita died. This was normal for him up until his 17th birthday, before this he would work with the local farms or construction crews around the city, growing stronger by the day. Then on his 17th birthday he signed up with the Soviet army, maybe while he was there he could help or protect others. His father wished him the best of luck and gave him their family sword to use in combat, Victor always just figured his father pulled some strings or called in a few favors to allow him to keep it. Boot camp was interesting, the physical part wasn't anything he wasn't used too. He was able to pick up on the structure and daily routine of the military fairly well. After a little while he was even able to bond with a few of the other recruits and was looking forward to going to Moscow with them. That was until the letter, when they were being told where they were going he was pulled aside by an officer and given his orders. He was being assigned to a top secret project, something called Squad 914. Experience Basic training - 3 months survival and hunting skills - 5 years Family Mother - Anita Asimov (Maiden name - Larsen) - Deceased Father - Roman Asimov - Holds a high position within the soviet propaganda department Half Brother - Ivan Asimov - Soviet Bomber Pilot Half Sister - Sara Asimov - Hospital nurse in Kirov Theme Song Sabaton-Primo Victoria
2,195	46	10	1,363	2,421	<--------------------> He was glad that at least he had the decency to not ask straight away how Leningrad was. Thanh was a great guy, from the little talking they had it was a clear understanding of one another. There'd be no doubt that someone else would ask him or Thanh about their experiences in the different cities and their sieges. It was nice to have someone he could relate towards in this new Squad. Aleyev never would pinpoint himself as a veteran of war, just someone with enough experience to help him through it. But then again, no matter how much experience you have, one wrong move could lead to a bullet in the head. Those were the words of Yuri himself, their commanding officer for the time of their activation. When the Vietnamese man showed him the pictures of his own experimental gear given to him. Obviously Thanh and Aleyev were both already informed of the gear each and every soldier was going to get, but the others might as well have been blind as bats at this point. He took the picture from his dusted fingers off of him, analysing it close. It was a pyramid, almost, with a long pole beside it. Most likely being an attachment or additional mechanism. On the words were simple key words, but the one which caught his eye the most was 'Mine'. The idea of it seemed radical in his mind, but Aleyev had a good idea of how it would be used, especially by someone like Thanh. He smiled, chuckled and patted the back of his new Vietnamese friend. "You sir...You have one hell of a job to do, with this equipment." He chuckled once more, pulling a photo of his own out. "This, however, is mine. Russian genius called Atyre invented it. They are calling it the Support Handgun, 48th Edition. Not really sure on what it does, but, well, that's what this short training induction is for, am I right?" As he finished his sentence, Aleyev walked over to the designated officer holding his papers, he looked towards it, holding the file and folder until he could make out the paragraphing going on about the dormitory accommodation. Before he had the time to scan it, another voice raised itself over from his shoulder. This time, it was a uniformed Russian, like his own, with a face as a solid brick. As Aleyev turned his body to face him, he was handed a small letter. "Yanovich...Announce these for me, then proceed to go to your designated sleeping quarters. Make sure everyone else goes to theirs, this letter states who is in what room with one another." The Sergeant telling him to do so nodded, before turning and walking off, not giving Aleyev the time needed to respond or make sense of what his orders were. He looked down at the nearly handed letter, opening it from its concealment. What he saw was simple. A list of people, all assigned to what rooms with who. At first, it seemed odd, you had the genders amongst one another, but also nationalities split and merged into one another's rooms. Some people had three in a room, others were only pairs. The layout was weird, but it did seem to show some signs of diversity, maybe getting the soldiers out of their comfort zone. Eventually, Aleyev raised his voice, waving the letter in the air. He waited for the room to go silent as he prepared his improvised speech. It wasn't going to be anything major, just the simple task of assigning rooms without the officers having to waste their own voices on such a mere task. "Excuse me, can I have your attention shortly?" The room eventually died down drastically in the noise it bared. "Here, I have a letter which'll assign you to your rooms. Please...uhh...try not to complain, I'm not the one making these decisions. Oh and also, I apologise if I pronounce your name incorrectly." When he made sure everyone was listening, he huffed to himself. He adjusted the scarf he had picked up off of a German corpse back in Leningrad, one that he took with him ever since as a charm of luck during the winter. He looked back out at the soldiers and reservists chosen for their ultimate task for the Soviet Union, and possibly the world too. "These names are to be assigned to accommodation Block C. Inside, there are different rooms, some for two or three people...or something like that. Anyway. For Room 2, we have...Thanh Pham and Zoyka Stepanovna. In Room 3, there is Helga Branwulf and Milena Kuznetsov. Room 4 holds Victor Asimnov and Gerhard von zur Burg. And finally, in Room 5...Aleyev Yanovich, Vera Volkov and Naomi Robinson...I think I pronounced those right. Start heading to your dormitories. Lights out in 2 hours. Food is waiting in your rooms. Uhh...That is all?" Aleyev folded the note and placed it into his pocket, grabbing his bergen and getting an early start towards reaching his room. The dormitories themselves weren't a far walk, and those whose names weren't called out were likely going to be left to someone else to call out. On his travel, he saw many officers and staff walking around, yet very little of them were soldiers like those in the vehicle depot. Some wore white trench coats and long-jackets, as if they were some of the men and women too smart to fight the war... Eventually, he reached the location he desired, walking into the room. The sight of the room surprised him, quite so, instantly. It was large, larger than the not-so-wide corridor that connected the rooms together. There was plenty of room, a separate bathroom and three separate beds for the three residents of the rooms. There were several storage containers and areas to hang up uniform. It was almost a luxury in comparison to what he'd been living in back in Kursk and Leningrad. Especially Leningrad. On his bed laid a wooden tray, with a bowl of what looked like a type of soup. Whilst it ruined the luxury, it was understandable with the difficulties of rations and food being handed around the colossal behemoth that was Russia. Ahead of the others, he sat onto his bed, removing both of his boots and lounging across the somewhat comfortable bedding, tray on lap. Aleyev tucked in, before the others had arrived, and awaited their arrival.	Aleyev Yanovich - Thanh Pham - Helga Branwulf - Vera Volkov - Zoyka Stepanovna - Milena Kuznetsov - Victor Asimnov - Naomi Robinson -
2,196	46	11	1,833	2,419	Naomi Robinson Current Location: Squad 914 Camp Soon, a man had approached Naomi out of his own will, stopping just a few feet from the agent. It wasn't hard to miss Victor as he was a giant of man, but the anxiety and awkwardness that he was producing only served to make him stick even more so outside the crowd. The nervousness had made Naomi curious in what he had to fear, but the Brit kept silent to hear what Victor had wished to say. "Robinson--Naomi Robinson. I'm not an American; I'm a York lady. A tried and true Brit." Naomi explained, her calming British accent perhaps giving some peace to Victor's worries. By then, Yanovich--their advisor, it seemed--had called out for their attention to announce their lodging arrangements. Naomi had been paired with two Russians, but Victor was paired with a German for his arrangement. The agent was glad that she wasn't forced to spend her days in the same cabin as a Kraut, but Naomi couldn't help to feel a moment of sorrow for Victor. "Seems we'll be parting ways for now, Victor. If the Kraut starts giving you trouble--as they always do--, look for me. I'll roughen the lad up." Naomi explained, showing signs of her already volatile relationship towards Germans. However, before she had left, Naomi extended a hand to Victor as part of her farewell, although it was clear that there had been a moment of hesitance before the attempted handshake. Following the directions they were given to their barracks, Naomi soon found the room that they were to stay in. Spacious, with beds for each of three that were sleeping in their quarters, along with a separate bathroom. Looking around the quarters, Naomi soon found a hook to hang up her uniform, where she carefully hung up the khaki jacket and the red beret that she was wearing. Taking a second to brush off the beret, Naomi then pushed aside the tray with soup to a corner of the bed to sit down on her, facing the man that had called their names before as he lounged on the bed he was given. Aleyev had seemed to be comfortable in the position he was in, and instead of bothering him, Naomi decided to to eat the soup that was provided. It may be their last hot meal in awhile, and a part of Naomi didn't wish to see it grow cold.	Name: Naomi Robinson Age: 20 Years Old Gender: Female DOB: June 17th, 1927 Hometown: York, United Kingdom Theme Appearance Standing at a modest one hundred and sixty centimeters and weighing a total of fifty-four kilograms, Naomi Robinson is a fit female with fair skin, although caked dirt and grime conceals most of her youthful appearance. Her blonde hair is cut short right before the shoulders, while Naomi's irises are a gentle blue reminiscent of the waters of the English Channel. With a white undershirt, Naomi wears a traditional British garb consisting of black combat boots, camouflaged fatigues and a red beret, although it is clear that each piece has seen better days. Layered over her person by strap or belt loop, various satchels and pouches are used to store field supplies, along with any ammunition Naomi has scavenged from fallen German soldiers while on the Eastern Front. Personality A tried and true patriot, Naomi takes great pride in the British crown and holds the United Kingdom in high regard. As such, Naomi detests Germans after what happened to her family and her country's people, and while she has no problems with working with German defectors or resistance, the bombing of the United Kingdom is still fresh in her mind and results in a heavy heart full of hatred. Years worth of skirmishing in Eastern Europe has emotionally drained Naomi, and she dislikes those who are "talking bollocks" (i.e. nonsense) or beating around the bush, and would rather get straight to the point instead of trying to sweeten up a conversation. Except in the case of Germans, Naomi is a friendly soul to her comrades, but she is likely not to grow attached to any of them. Naomi has learned that with war comes a wave of death, and after a potential love interest died in her arms, she is hesitant to form any lasting relationships outside the context of fighting. This hesitance often makes Naomi appear distant from her comrades, although she knows this is for the best lest she take up the bottle as comfort after having another person she cares for die in her front of her eyes. In the end, Naomi does whatever she can to keep her sanity, especially with the chance that she might never see those in 914 again through the course of the war until it is won. Relationships N/A; Will be updated as RP progresses. Classification Soldier Class: Specialist While Naomi has more or less intergrated into the Soviet military, her equipment remains predominantly British. However, while she favors the use of British weaponry, Naomi has no qualms with Soviet weaponry and its usage on the battlefield. Primary Weapon: Sten MK IIS, chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum (9mm Luger) Secondary Weapon: Welrod Pistol, chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum (9mm Luger) Melee Weapon: Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife AoE Weapon: 3x Molotov Cocktails Experimental Gear During the design of the SHG-48, Soviet Inventor Atyre Ushaeke was inspired mid-testing by the compression of gas assisted support equipment as seen in the handgun given to Aleyev. Whilst in a training incident, the prototype compression canisters exploded, launching one of his assistants across the hall with not too many serious injuries. The design for the SHG-48 was mostly based upon Spanish materials, but the inspiration he was given allowed him to design something completely from scratch and from within his own and incredible mind. Here, the SDJM-48 came into the picture. The Short-Distance Jump Mechanism, commonly referred to as the SDJM-48, the 'Jump-Pack' or the 'Thrust-Suit', was designed to launch the user under controlled conditions over a short distance, being a few meters. This was the ideal invention Atyre had in mind for combating fast-paced movement across rooftops in urbanized areas for marksmen. However, during its design and testing, he realized that the suit itself served great use of dashing between streets, cover and battlefields for short distances, as well as launching the user into the air by a few meters to assist in climbing and scaling unreachable edges. This allowed Atyre to think of better uses. And so, through even more testing, ones that nearly didn't meet the deadline of the activation of Squad-914, he tested it on CQC courses and found them to be just as, if not more, effective when ran by a infantryman as a Marksman would use it. The SDJM-48 uses larger compression tanks built into the backpack slots. The backpack contains two ports for the canisters to sit within, much like how a double-barreled shotgun holds its cartridges, and feeds its compression tanks into mainly the back, leg or arm ejection systems. The backpack itself is not big at all, and is more part of the suit, but is detachable at most. The rest of the invention is mostly dependent on the user itself. An exo-skeletal frame is fitted specifically for the user's body, to prevent the enemy using it against them if captured, which hold nozzles to eject the huge bursts of pressure and force to propel them slightly. In addition to this, emergency, and far smaller, canisters can be fitted into a compartment on each arm and leg, acting as a single thruster on each limb. Whilst this seems an advantage, these have to be triggered directly via pressing a trigger button on each limb. These problems are yet to be fixed, but it is still a prototype feature to the prototype equipment. As for the main source of compressed force, but hitting a button on the hip, the user can initiate the upward thrust if pressed on the right side. If the left side is pressed, the force is directed behind the user, helping them move forward towards things like cover and other rooms quicker, most effective when sliding. These are triggered by pistol-triggers retrofitted to the gear to remove any, or the vast majority, of accidental activation. A small timed delay allows the user to brace their body and get into position to move. Background Born to a British officer and a seamstress, Naomi was allotted a bountiful life in the streets of York alongside her two older brothers. While her mother wished Naomi to take over the family's business as a seamstress, she had dreams of being on the stage, regaling the patriotic tales of her father and other servicemen that had served in the Great War. Her siblings would often pick on Naomi for showing such a patriotic attitude, given that the United Kingdom had just fought through a devastating and bloody war, but also because she was a woman, and that it was a man's duty to be there for their country. However, each time her brothers would bully Naomi, her father would take her side, scolding both of his boys as he took pride in Naomi's backbone and loyal support for the country he had bled for. By the late 1930s, appeasement had begun to fail and by 1939, the United Kingdom, allied with France, was now at a state of war. Her brothers were soon drafted and her father returned to service, leaving only a twelve year old Naomi and her mother in York. Horror ensued from what letters her mother and the people of York were receiving from the front lines, but Naomi attempted to keep the public in support of the war by using her gifted voice and patriotic spirit, but it was an uphill battle. France soon fell, and the Battle of Britain had soon began with what was left of the expeditionary forces against the Nazi hordes as the skies were blotted with various bombers and fighters such as the Heinkel HE 111 and the Spitfire Mk I dishing out hatred and anger in numerous aerial dogfights and bombing raids. For Britain, this was a dark time, but for the Robinsons, it was to be even darker. With Naomi's father still missing and Lucas--the middle brother--confirmed KIA after the disastrous mainland expedition, the war continued to take more souls from the Robinson family. Callum, the oldest brother, was shot down by the Germans over the London skies, and a mere week later her mother was killed in the family business by a bomb while Naomi was away at a sleepover. Now left alone in the world and with an infuriated passion to hold the Germans responsible, Naomi was forced to wander the streets of York as a newly minted orphan. However, the Special Operations Executive had heard of a young girl with a fiery spirit in York, and quickly set out to bring Naomi into their fold. While Naomi was still young and under the age for active service, the SOE ignored the rules in Naomi's favor and for confidential reasons to implement her as one of their operatives. Given weapons training and taught survival skills, Naomi soon learned that she had a knack for easily picking up foreign languages, and could learn them with hardly any effort. This ability and her age soon landed her place in Operation Lovejoy, using her youth to fool the Germans and to act as a universal translator for the agents as they delivered top secret documents and blueprints to the Soviets. While this mission was considered a success, unfortunately a British prisoner of war was executed along the way. Nevertheless, the agents continued to progress with their orders, and left for what was once Poland to aid the resistance that was fighting German regulars that had occupied their homeland since the start of the war. Linking up with the Armia Krajowa, or in other terms, the Polish Home Army, the agents attempted to contact the United Kingdom to confirm the mission's success, but no answer had came. Multiple attempts were tried, but neither the agents or resistance fighters could radio in, each of them unknowingly aware that the United Kingdom had capitulated under a massive invasion by Axis forces. Believing that the Germans were blocking communications, the agents decided to follow orders as planned, and began to sortie against German installations and troops, where Naomi was given her first taste of battle as a soldier. While Naomi followed the training she was given back in England, she was soon known to be more ruthless against the Germans--even if they surrendered--in a nature akin to the various Polish resistance movements, as anger swelled in her veins against the soldiers that had killed her family. Not long after rallying with the Armia Krajowa, Naomi would begin to take an interest in a young resistance fighter by the name of Mieszko Michalek, who was only a few winters older than her. Despite the depressing state of the world, Mieszko--affectionately named Mie by Naomi--would always bring laughter to her, and some of the older veterans would joke that the two were lovebirds. While neither of them had refused to admit that they were in love, the two would spend the time allowed to relax together by the fire or any other place suitable to be alone with one another, leading to plenty of rumors circulating around them. However, in war, anything can change, and began to do so by 1944, not long after the Germans introduced the first walking tank. The development of the walking tank was something incredible, but it was also devastating. The machine brought hell onto the resistance fighters and the agents, pushing them further back towards the Soviet border. It was one of these instances when Mieszko would bleed to death in Naomi's arms, shattering her perception of reality as she held his bloody corpse. Taking his broken watch, Naomi was forced to flee the battlefield with those that remained, and hid within the shattered villages and towns of old Poland. The agents attempted to continue their mission, but sorties and sabotage soon became unheard of as the Germans began to whittle away who remained, until Naomi was left alone once more in the world--this time without comrades. Thankfully, a stroke of luck had finally appeared for Naomi, who was certain her death was coming soon. A squad of VDV soldiers had landed nearby, and were clearing out a small village guarded by the Germans. Clearing house to house, the Soviets met Naomi in a dramatic stand off as the door was kicked in and guns were pointed. After a few words in broken English, and then Russian, the parties that realized that they were allied soldiers to one another, and Naomi began to help the Soviets finish the cleanup in the village. Their leader was appreciative of her help, and offered Naomi a ride back to their base. Seeing as it would be the best option, Naomi accepted and soon joined up with the Soviet forces, eventually leading to her placement in Squad 914. Experience Basic Training: 3 Months - Pre 1942 Operation Lovejoy: Success - 1942 Aid to the Polish Resistance: 1942 - 1947 Family Father: Henry Robinson - Status: Unknown Mother: Emilia Robinson - Status: Deceased Brother: Callum Robinson - Status: Deceased Brother: Lucas Robinson - Status: Deceased Love Interest: Mieszko Michalek - Status: Deceased
2,197	46	12	2,218	859	Vera walked around the new truck, examining it from top to bottom. It seemed like the new ZiS-150's, but the driver had already gone, and with nobody to sate her curiosity her guess would have to do for now. She took a quick look at the other trucks then made her way back to the group, rather aimlessly. She didn't particularly want to talk to anyone there, and nobody seemed to want to talk to her, which was fine with her. Soon after a man rose his voice and gathered the attention of the group, he announced that they would be assigned rooms, which made Vera raise an eyebrow. She expected a barracks, not rooms. Didn't soldiers usually get a barracks? She kept listening. Vera ended up being in the last room, room 5, with two others. Aleyev Yanovich, a Russian judging by the name, and Naomi Robinson, not a Russian. She didn't know where the name was from, just knew that it was further west. An American? English? Both nations had their hands full right now, and Vera was curious as to how they arrived here in the east. She looked around, noticing that people had already started to move towards the barracks, and others were still waiting for room assignments. Vera decided to walk to her room, following a few people out. The base didn't seem to be populated by soldiers, instead, there were white coats and crisp uniformed officers. A stark contrast to some of the people she had just seen in the vehicle depot, with uniforms worn in and well used. She soon entered Block C, going down the hall to Room 5. She slowly opened the door and poked her head in, seeing two others already in. She glanced around, raising her eyebrows in mild surprise. She stepped in and closed the door behind her, walking around the room and examining the place. Vera looked into the bathroom and then back at the others. "Not quite what I imagined when they told me I had to join the military." She walked over to the last empty bed and sat on it, touching the bowl of the soup before taking a sip of it.	Name Vera Artyomovna Volkov Age 18 Gender Female Birth-date / Location April 11, 1930 / Perm, Russia Appearance Vera is a shorter woman, standing at 5'2". While on duty she typically keeps her short blonde hair in a bun or pony tail, tied with string. She usually has soviet tankers goggles on her belt or around her neck, using them to protect her blue eyes when operating her armor. She wears a tight VDV telnyashka, white and blue striped undershirt and has standard issue infantry pants. Over these she wears a loose fitting camouflage snipers uniform to hide her figure, and for stealth when she's out of her armor. She also has laced kirza boots from the VDV and Pattern 1941 RAF leather gloves, a gift from her father. Underneath all the layers of clothing, she is surprisingly fit. She has yet to wear the various belts, bandoleers and harnesses available to Squad 914. She has a nonstandard issue green beret she is fond of, but only wears it when she's out of her armor. In armor she has a soviet tank crewmans helmet with a build in mic and headphones. Typically when she goes into her armor, she strips off the snipers uniform, placing it over her seat or stuffing it under the seat. While she's able to operate the machine with the baggy clothing on, it's far more convenient to be out of it while in armor. She keeps her fathers bayonet strapped to her right boot, but the blade is so long that it runs along the length of her entire lower leg, with the hilt going beyond her knee. Her other boot has an NR-40 strapped to it. She also has a shoulder holster for her side arm, but it's usually hidden under the sniper uniform. Personality Fiercely protective of her Object-342 and more or less her friends, Vera shows great compassion and caring through her own special muted way. Vera is a very practical person, a quick witted problem solver, capable of diagnosing a problem with her armor in minutes and repairing it in the same time it takes to identify it. She is a very straight forward person, disliking any beating around the bush and lies that complicate things, though she does take an interest in gossip. She has ice in her veins and a talent for understatement. Her calm demeanor stems from her armor in which she feels safe and confident, although she knows that any tank, tank destroyer, anti tank gun, anything with a big enough bang can harm her. Outside of her armor, her ice melts a little and she becomes a little bit more like the young girl she actually is. When facing strangers, Vera is incredibly cautious and slow to trust, especially against male soldiers. Despite this she is capable of following orders and working alongside her squad mates. Relationships N/A Classification Combat Engineer NR-40 Combat Knife (5.9 inch blade) M1898/05 Sawback Bayonet (14.6 inch blade) TT-30 Pistol (7.62×25mm Tokarev) PPS-43 Submachine Gun (7.62×25mm Tokarev) Experimental Gear Weighing at roughly 1700 kilograms, the Object-342 is an eight foot tall mechanical armor with the goal of mobile fire support for infantry groups at the front lines. The project began in 1942 when a group of British Special Operations Executive Agents handed over a packet full of intelligence to Soviet agents. Among the many things in the package were early blueprints to the German Walking Tank. As Soviet scientists began working on their own armored bipedal unit, using these early blueprints as a base, Stalin ordered a group of engineers and scientists to create something that was original to the Russians. While the walking tank design was to make a tank walk, Object-342's group wanted to make a walking man into a tank. Six years later, the prototype Object-342 was finalized. The Object-342 is a single pilot operated machine, with the cockpit situated in the chest of the armor. A great deal of time went into developing the controls of the Object-342. Allowing for the pilot to more precisely control the limbs of the machine, letting it to move with more lifelike movements and pull off more complex maneuvers in combat. The armor is thickest around the torso where the cockpit is located, and the head where the optics, radio and most of the periscopes are in. The head also features an active infrared device, inspired by the German ZG-1229. The optics, also inspired by the Germans specifically their adjustable tank sights, allows for 2x to 6x zoom. The rear of the armor is where the power pack and engine is located, combined in a backpack with the ammunition. The front chest plate has a bright headlamp attached to it. The arms and legs of the armor are particularly strong, the arms having to move and carry heavy weapons, and the legs having to carry the whole thing. In controlled conditions, the armor is capable of jumping vertically up to four feet. Although landing is fairly difficult. The armor is also able to easily lift, push, and pull 800 kilograms of weight, without the weapons mounted on the arms. Unlike a tanks turret, the torso of the armor is only able to twist 130 degrees from the center, where the torso is aligned with the legs. The armament of the machine is simultaneously impressive and unimpressive. On the right forearm are two modified RP-46 Medium Machine Guns, belt fed with detachable box magazines. Mounted under the right arm is a heavily modified 76mm M1943 Regimental Gun, with a cut down barrel, stripped of nonessential parts, and an added three round revolving autoloader. On the right arm is a single belt fed DShK 1938 Heavy Machine Gun, with all of its ammunition stored in the armors backpack. The backpack stores four additional RP-46 box magazines of 250 rounds, giving each RP-46 two reloads. The 76mm M1942 has an additional six rounds, and the DShK 1938 has a 600 round magazine in the backpack. While the sheer volume of fire is impressive from the three machine guns and the cannon, accuracy is highly dependent on the pilots skill as there are no sights to assist in the aiming of any of these guns. The short barreled 76mm M1943 also has very limited anti armor capabilities, as the cannon can only use the OF-350 Fragmentation High Explosive, O-350A Fragmentation and BP-350M High Explosive Anti Tank shells. The armor itself is fairly slow, at most it can keep up with an infantry mans jog. The slow speed coupled with the limited ammunition carry, and comparatively poor anti armor capability means that the Object-342 would only be useful in a small amount of situations, in defensive action or attached to unarmored infantry. Due to the small amount of information released, expectations ran wild amongst the military leadership. Generals dreamed of outfitting entire regiments of infantry with this suit, steamrolling anything the Germans had. Soviet Airborne leadership gossiped about finally having armored units being able to leap from planes. Soviet Naval officers spoke of suits that were fully submersible, letting their marines storm beaches without needing landing craft. When the prototype was featured to these officers, it was met with a mixed reception. "It needs further testing? Put it in Squad 914." they said. The interior cockpit of Object-342 is painted white, with the controls being in front of the seat. On the left side wall is a gun mount where Vera puts her PPS-43 SMG with a pouch of ammo for it. On the right wall is a blank space with four small red stars, for four simulated duels where she won. Just below the four stars is a small hook where Vera puts her tankers helmet when she's not piloting. When she is, that hook is where her beret goes. Above the seat where the periscopes are, she has a number of photos. A family photo of her sitting on a park bench with Viktor next to her and her father and mother behind them standing is taped to the front periscope above the headrest. On the left periscope is a picture of Viktor and his tank crew sitting on their old T-34-85. The right periscope has a picture of her mothers cat, and the rear periscope has a picture of the research group that developed the armor. In that picture Vera is sitting at the front with the test pilots. On the left side of the head of the armor is a white painted decal of three wolves, one leading with two following. The lead wolf is scarred and old, the second is plated in steel, and the third is a younger wolf. Underneath her seat is a small tool kit she uses for field repairs. Background Born in 1930 in some village near Perm, she was abandoned at birth because her biological parents were too poor to raise her. She was given to a roaming band of orphans who agreed to adopted her into their gang, where she was raised to the best of their ability. She met a boy named Viktor, who protected her and fed her the most out of all of the children there. Their destination was the city of Perm, where they peddled, begged and tried to find work to feed and clothe themselves. The city proved fruitful for the small gang of orphans, many of them found work here or there and soon most left the gang to more profitable opportunities both good and bad, until only Vera and Viktor were left. The two of them had been helping at a mechanics shop owned by a veteran of the great war. As far as the two orphans could tell, he was alone, had no wife and his work was the only thing he had in life. The two schemed and it took only a little convincing. Early in 1938, an eight year old Vera and a ten year old Viktor was adopted by a war veteran named Artyom. Life became good, compared to the old days before he adopted them. Often on the weekends he took the both of them to the forest to camp, teaching them how to survive in the wild, how to shoot a rifle accurately, training them to defend themselves. Very quickly Artyoms neighbor noticed that he was caring for two children. Anna, a woman who worked in a bakery, confronted Artyom about how he was raising his kids. Over the next few years Viktor and Vera would call Anna mother, and Artyom father. Something the both of them neither encouraged nor discouraged. Anna educated them, teaching etiquette, how to cook, how to sew. Meanwhile their father taught them how to hunt small game, how to shoot a rifle, showed them military tactics, and lectured them about the horrors of war and what soldiers would do. Artyom feared another war, and it was obvious. At first Anna was reluctant but as the years went on and as Germany grew in power, she began to join them on their trips into the forest. In 1942, a group of officers approached Artyom, and he welcomed them with open arms and a bottle of vodka for them. Old war buddies. They admitted that they needed a test pilot for a new project. It took half a year of convincing, but when confronted with the news of the invasion of Britain, he agreed. Once the war started, Viktor joined the soviet Tank Corps luckily becoming the gunner of a very skilled and cunning tank commander. Around the same time the first prototype of the Object-342 was completed, Artyom and two other test pilots showed up, a soviet marine, and a paratrooper. All of them were friends from the great war, or sons of those friends. While the two other test pilots were able to fit uncomfortably into the armor, Artyom wasn't able to at all due to his larger size. Despite that, he was kept on the program due to his mechanical expertise. During the second test run, due to circumstances Artyom brought Vera. During their work, Vera spoke often to many of the scientists, engineers and the test pilots, becoming good friends with them. She asked them many questions about the armor, even learned how to pilot it from the test pilots. All in good fun. Until Vera climbed into the Object-342 when most of the crew was looking away and took it on a 15 minute joyride. Artyom was mortified, a test pilot lost a bet, and the scientists developing the armor were amazed by her display of skill in the armor. After Artyom scolded her, the crew convinced him to let her be a test pilot. After all, she was small enough to fit comfortably into the armor, and all they needed was pilot input. It wasn't like she would go out into battle wearing it. The next few years were fun to Vera, she showed great aptitude for piloting the armor, she learned many things from her seniors the two test pilots and her father. She developed new piloting techniques based on the observations of battle tactics and flow written down in letters by her brother. When she wasn't test piloting, she was learning how to maintain and repair it while listening to war stories from her fathers friends. She quickly became a better pilot than the other two, and soon she was the primary pilot of Object-342. In 1946, the Object-342 was completed and was shown alongside the Soviet walking tank to the military community. Vera was the pilot as they wanted the best possible performance. After the showing, the many officers there welcomed the walking tank warmly. The Object-342 was met with noticeably colder attitudes. They decided to let the Object-342 prove its worth by putting it in Squad 914, the pilot included. Artyom and the scientists objected loudly, but they dismissed them. With no other choice, Artyom and the research group was forced to agree. Before Vera shipped out, she drilled in the armor constantly, honing her skills. Artyom gave her his leather gloves, which had been a gift from an old friend in the British Royal Air Force, and one of his war trophies, a German M1898/05 Sawback bayonet from the first world war. The other test pilots also gave her gifts, the undershirt of a soviet marine and the boots of a paratrooper, and advice. After she was shipped out, Artyom and the research group was fueled by a new purpose. To keep on developing the Object-342 program and provide Vera with the best armor and equipment they could make. Experience Informal Survival Training - Spread out from 1938 to 1943 Informal Military Training - Spread out from 1938 to 1946 Object-342 Piloting - 1942 to 1946 Family Artyom Volkov - Father Anna Tarasova - Mother Viktor Volkov - Brother Theme Song N/A Current Log >Changelog 1.1 >Added where she stores her snipers uniform during piloting in Appearance Section. >Grammar fixes throughout sheet Old Logs >Changelog 1.0 >Filled in missing parts >Added additional details about Object-342 in Experimental Gear Section: Notably strength (p2), maneuverability (p2), customization (p5), and a headlamp (p2).
2,198	46	13	2,708	1,209	Well, what are the odds? Milena smiled, turning to Helga as she adjusted her bag on her right shoulder, which was understandably growing heavier by the minute. It had been a rather long day, and Milena was ready for a nice, warm supper. "I'll see you in the room." With a quick wave, Milena made her way towards the dormitories. She passed a few soldiers, some who like her were simply trying to get some rest. She was the first to reach their room, and she picked the bed opposite the door against the wall. Milena sat down on the bed while she dropped her gear on the floor, leaning it against the frame as she looked around for a moment to get used to her new living quarters. With each new post she was assigned, she grew a bit more saddened by the fact that she didn't have a home with a family to return to. She missed her dad, terribly, but unfortunately, he had been living in her memories for some time now, and the disheartening thought that she'd never see him again wasn't getting easier over time. "I can fight for you, father," Milena whispered to herself, hoping to find some small comfort derived from her own simple words. "I can fight for you, and mother..." She smiled as a single tear fell across her cheek. "That's what I can do for you both." Before she ran the chance of being viewed as the weak one, Milena wiped her face dry as she took off her boots. The bed wasn't as uncomfortable as one would image, and she pushed herself against the wall, crossing her legs in front of her to make herself comfortable. Looking down at the bowl of soup, Milena hoped that it would be reminiscent of the home-cooked meals she used to enjoy just not too long ago. Much to her surprise, when she took the first spoonful, she found the taste to be quiet pleasant. Milena picked at one of the vegetables to get something solid in her stomach beside the broth. She ate the remainder of her food in silence, the shuffling feet outside an indicator that the others were slowly making their way to their rooms as well, a small reminder that she was not alone. And by that, she didn't mean alone in a conventional sense, but rather, each one of those soldiers out there had their own personal struggles too. Each one of them had their own demons to battle and accepting that was one way to get through what lay ahead of them...or so that's what she thought.	Name Milena Kuznetsov Age 17 Gender Female Birth-date / Location 31-03-1930 - Tomsk, USSR Appearance Milena is roughly 5'7, weighing in at 129 pounds. She has brown hair and eyes, although she has partial heterochromia in her left eye, therefore a portion of it is green as well. Milena has some generic scars throughout her body from childhood, but none of them are overly distinct. She has a couple of piercings on her ears and is always wearing a necklace her mother left for her as a good luck charm. Personality Milena is a gentle, caring spirit. Despite her young age, she's seen her fair share of medical horrors, thus she slowly began to rely on comedic relief to counteract the harsh realities of life. But her main personality traits don't entirely define her as a soldier neither in nor out of the battlefield. She is wise enough to separate her duties and responsibilities from her own personal feelings, and she has clear boundaries between work and play. Relationships To be determined. Classification Combat medic. Weapons included are the standard issue AVS-36 rifle and the TT-32 sidearm. Additionally, she carries a first-aid kit designed specifically for combat roles. Experimental Gear The Gatling Wrist Gun is, for the sake convenience, a partially handsfree revolver-styled weapon designed to fire from the wrist. The sturdy leather brace and its attachments absorb most of the recoil of the gun when it's fired. Instead of a traditional loading method, the cylinder is pulled out all the way in order for the bullets to be inserted. Once that's done, the cylinder is pushed back, twisting it to make sure it's locked in place. The hammer on this weapon is designed to act as the trigger, thus the user will still need a free hand. With that said, the disadvantage to this weapon revolves around the fact that the hammer doesn't have its own version of a trigger guard, therefore if it gets caught on something and enough pressure is applied, it will result in an accidental fire. Currently, this version of the gun is able to hold a maximum of eight bullets. Background Milena's childhood was anything but easy. Her mother passed away while giving birth to her, therefore she grew up with just her father, Dmitry. He was stern, but loving; such balance making life a little less complicated for Milena as she was constantly learning valuable life lessons at a relatively young age. Dmitry also passed on a great deal of knowledge to Milena as she grew older, anything from hunting and survival skills to dressing a bullet wound. He was a doctor, one of a few within their area, and the idea of going into the medical field seemed more alluring by the day. Eventually, that's what Milena decided on when she was old enough, and her father was extremely proud of her for following her heart. On the evening of Milena's 15th birthday, they had a small gathering with her father and two of her closest friends. They were home just enjoying a simple celebratory meal when a gang of 3 men burst in through the front door. Milena and her friends immediately fled to the bedroom the moment Dmitry barked his order. They rushed in and locked the door behind them, and despite all the adrenaline coursing through their bodies, the three girls remained silent and their ears glued to the door to listen to the commotion outside. There was incomprehensible arguing, some things being thrown around, and eventually, a single gunshot. That's when Milena couldn't hide anymore. Against her friends' warnings, she unlocked the door and hurried to the living room where she found her father's lifeless corpse. Her friends followed just a few moments after the fact and they were met with a hysterical Milena and her dead father. The intruders were long gone, realizing that the neighbors would hear the gunshot and would obviously go investigate what was going on. From that moment on, Milena lived alone and had to fend for herself. Even though there was great sorrow in her heart, she didn't play the victim card. In fact, she hated it when people pitied her as to her, it meant that her father didn't do a good job of teaching her how to survive, and that simply wasn't the case. Roughly two and a half years passed before she decided to join the armed forces...mainly to continue learning, but also to get revenge against people who were just like the intruders responsible for her father's death. Milena primarily relied on her private pain to motivate her to push forward, and she made a promise to her father that she would do her best to eradicate whatever evil she could from the world. Experience Nearly three months of basic training and two months in medic school. Family Both parents are deceased. Theme Song
2,199	46	14	489	444	THANH PHAM It was pretty natural for Thanh. Talking to Aleyev was indeed very relaxing and entertaining. He was probably the only fellow he could talk to so naturally. Possibly because how both of us had seen what we all desired not to see, but had to see. Of course, Thanh was no veteran, being only twenty years of age, but at least he had seen combat, he had experienced losses, blood and horrors. He didn't want to go out and berate other people, especially arrogant youngsters who were so full of themselves, but he could not speak so well with them than with someone who understands him. After the experimental gear review, the room was then assigned. For the first time Thanh had heard the details of the entire Squad's name. Russians were the majority, followed by Germans, who were no doubts defectors. Other interesting nationalities he could register were Norways, French,...Snd as he had expected, no Asian, it appeared. If there were, it might be that Naomi something. She, maybe she, was certainly not Russian, might be Japanese, but the surname might have been American or British. Hopefully it's the latter, because although the Vietnamese had no problems being friends with Japanese, the fact that they killed his mother left him cautious when approaching these traditional people. Another name caught his attention: his roommate. The name screamed that she was female, and was a Russian. Thanh was a little bit reluctant to share a room with a woman, but in war, convenience would surely be tossed into the trash bin, and the young Asian did not really have the drive for romance. He was too busy fighting for it. Everybody was then busy settling in their respective room. The same could be said for Thanh, as he made a beeline towards his quarter. His pace quickened, his posture straight. Opening his room's door, he had noticed that his roommate was not here yet. That meant that he had all the honors to choose his own bed. Well, that was if he had any distinguisable choices anyway. The two beds were the same, blessed with an old, almost rotten mattress, and there was a single bedside table, shared between them. On it, two bowls of cold soup were placed. "It is heaven..." Certainly not for some nobles who knew nothing but luxuries, but for this young fellow who was born a lowly commoner in Hanoi, it was something unimaginable. Thanh lied down relaxingly, the softness of the bed eased all the pain produced from all his scars and injuries. He could feel the ground flee before me, as if he was carried into the sky. Oh dear God, life was so good...	Name: Thanh Pham Age: 20 Gender: Male Birthdate/Location: 04.20.1928/Hanoi Vietnam Appearance: A young man standing only 165 cm high and 60 kilograms heavy, comparing to the likes of his Russian peers, his appearance isn't that much impressive, despite the height being slightly over the standards of Vietnamese men at the time. He has short, neat black hair and the yellowy brown skin, but in reality he looks a lot darker because of the bloods and dirt of the battlefield he faced. The color of the young man's pair of irires perfectly matched what he had been through: brown, for dirt and mud. He's not well-built, but not skinny. After being transferred to Russia, he took the usual attire of Russian infantry men, but then evolved to wearing another layer of light protective armor around him to protect himself against explosions, and to conceal the scars he suffered from all the battles he had faced. Personality: If one could describe him in three words, it would be brave, reckless and peaceful. Normally, to Thanh’s comrades, he would tend to act completely normal, and sometimes friendly to his peers, and try to avoid conflict as much as possible. He never went all the way to get in a fight with someone else and get injured in the process. A young man with a simple way of life, and a peaceful ideology to bear. He had little education during his childhood, so he can be clueless sometimes, and his manners sometimes might be a little rude. He can be lazy at times, but generally, he’s a gentle boy who values the moral values of life, like for example, friendship In stark contrast to the peaceful and tranquil personality, he is extremely reckless when it comes to tense situation. Because of his little education, especially in military tactics training, he is usually one of the first to charge into battle, regardless of gunfire, bombs, mines, pretty much everything, frequently getting himself wounded in battle. Many times he placed his life on the line like it was nothing, even if the target objective isn’t worth the risk at all. The rumor that he has once charged a German Tiger II tank during a battle with nothing but a bolt action rifle and a few molotovs and hand grenades has much confirmed the trait. But despite his seemingly stupid and impulsive human-wave aggressive attacks, Thanh isn’t that clueless in tactics, as he has some basic common sense about strategies, is actually very decent at teamwork, and his fierceness in battle had sometimes boosted the morales of battle soldiers. But when mentioning recklessness, there is absolutely no way not to mention about his bravery. It’s absolutely immeasurable. A trait inherited from his father, who is also a war veteran, Thanh’s bravery is widely reowned among their peers, something which they greatly respect the young man. He is quick-witted, seen continuously employed in tasks that require utmost resolution and daring. Thanh is also a patriotic person who is proud of his country’s long history, and is shown to be very hateful of the Nazis. To the bravery of the young man, Thanh despises cowards, to the point that he might even shoot them himself. On side-notes, Thanh is pretty bad at academic, politics and diplomacy. Relationships: N/A Classification: Specialist Equipment: -Mosin Nagant bolt action rifle -TT32 pistol -Molotovs x2 -HE grenade x2 -Warhead x5 (1 on the pole, 4 on reserve) Experimental Equipment: The lunge mine The same name as the Japanese made ‘lunge mine’, it’s basically a high explosive anti tank warhead shaped like a cone and is placed on one end of a 1.5 meters long pole. The mechanic of the weapon is simple. The bottom of the cone is attached with a super-magnet that can hold the weight of the mine so that it sticks onto metal structure. If the target is a concrete wall, then the user will have to manually add glue to the funnel like structure so that it stays on the intended location for at least a few seconds. The three sticks protruding out acts as fuses, when pushed inwards due to impact, the mine’s gunpowder will be triggered, and will explode. It is used like a spear, with the user has to grip it tightly, each hand placed on the 1/3 and 2/3 position of the pole respectively, although when attacking it can be changed depending on the references of the user. When attacking, the user will have to ram it into the target in a 90-degree angle for maximum potential of exploding. And after plunging it into the target, the user has around 3 seconds to remove the pole from the mine, which is done by rotating it a bit and pulling it out, and run to a safe location. The extracted pole can then be attached to another mine so that he can continue attacking. The user can choose not to use the pole and instead hold the mine directly, however, this is highly unrecommended. When triggered, the mine will take 3 seconds to explode. The heat and pressure of the explosion will be extreme, due to the large amount of explosion being squeezed into the small shell being let out at once, and the mine can penetrate to about 160mm of armor, which is a good number at the time. The movements of the user will have to be decisive, and he has to make sure that he has a clear path and good cover to both attack and retreat. In general, the one using this mine has to be brave, quick-willed, because one mistake can lead to deadly consequences. The user can die from the intense pressure being placed on him or the heat of the bomb. Even if he manages to run, he may still suffer wounds, so a cover is highly recommended. Another important thing to be noticed is that to use the mine, the user will have to get very close to the target. As a result, he will need heavy fire support, and he will have to pick his timing carefully, otherwise he would be gunned down when he either attack or retreat The mine, improved from the Japanese equivalent to make it survivable, is considered very effective against almost every walls, normal vehicles, light and medium tanks, armored car, some poorly armored heavy tanks, and most walking tanks due to the mine being triggered at point-blank range, but is prone to suffer from the heavy armor of most heavy tanks, super-heavy tanks and heavily armored walking tanks. Basically, an armor beyond the penetrative capability of 160mm will negate the effect of the mine. When faced against tanks, the user will have to choose the area with least armor, notably the rear or side if possible. In general, it can be very effective, but extremely risky, and is highly dependent on the skill and bravery of the user. Because of it, not many Soviet officers and generals held it in high regards, despite its performance. Background: A natural born Vietnamese, Thanh was born in Hanoi in a normal traditional family under the Imperial French occupation. Because his family’s bloodline wasn’t a noble one, he received little education, only going to rural schools. His father, at the time was in the resistance party against French occupation in Vietnam, however, was the role model of inspiration for Thanh, who inspired him to become brave and fearless in the face of danger. He had a normal childhood, like many other kid, and was taught Russian very early during school. That was when the Imperial Japanese invaded the French colonies in Asia. From the very start they tried to offer peaceful resolution to the French, but things soon became violent as the Japanese launched a major attack against the French’s three major foothold in Saigon, Hanoi and Hue. Realizing the imminent threat of a Japanese rule over Indochina, the French and Vietnamese government, along with two Indochina countries, Laos and Cambodia, decided to form a temporary alliance to keep the Japanese at bay. But as the numerically superior Japanese army approached near the capital, Vietnam’s Ministry of Defense at the time, decided to launch a full-scale war against the invading Japanese. Soon, the citizens began to build trenches, walls, and blockades in hopes to hold out as long as possible against the invaders Thanh’s house were among the first to get bombarded by Japanese artilleries and planes. His mother was killed on sight, while his father was busy fighting in the streets. Thanh was, who was only twelve at the time, decided to take revenge for his mother, and began to tag along the Vietnamese soldiers in the trenches, regardless of the gunfire that flew near him. Because of his young age, initially, the soldiers did not allow him to take part, but his stubborn attitude eventually convinced them, but he only took part as a messenger and ammunition carrier. For 60 days, Thanh miraculously managed to survive the battle, only sustaining minor wounds, and fled the battlefield along with thousands of French and Vietnamese troops. The Japanese occupation of Vietnam did not last long, thanks to the traditional scorched earth policy imposed by the Vietnamese governments that many times defeated the Mongolians and Chinese. Normal life ensured, but it was never the same. Seeing how the Russian influence among the society increased, Thanh was also influenced in some ways. And then the faithful operation occured. The day that many thousand soldiers of youthful Vietnamese men being sent to their deaths in a foreign, no man’s land. Thanh was thankfully spared due to his young age, but his father wasn’t so lucky. He was included in the long casualty list. Now left with no surviving family members of his own, Thanh soon noticed a chance to be migrated to Russia to join the Red Army in resistance against the rising German threat. Due to the lack of manpower, the Soviets were getting desperate, trying to recruit everybody they can, from every allied country. Thanh took the chance without any hesitation. Thanks to his pre-emptive education in Russian, he didn’t have many difficulties fitting in. He was highly regarded as brave, and several times charged German tanks under heavy fire with only a handful of grenades and molotovs, suffering some terrible wounds in some battles. On one cold, misty morning of February in 1946, he received orders to be transferred to defend Kursk from the unstoppable German mechanized forces. There, the tale of a reckless yet brave Asian who again and again charged the German tanks had, for some times, inspired the men there to continue fighting, and although his attack wasn't really effective, the rumors were big enough to the point that one German tank battalion commander to order the tanks to go in reverse once they heard battle cries and waves of infantry charge into their position. He was finally put down after attacking a German Tiger II, which was somewhat reowned among the Russian military for a while after that. The attack was pretty disastrous, as not only was he not able to destroy the tank, but he also got shot in the right leg by another tank's machine gun. He survived and was transported away from the battlefield, but the shot had put him out of action for an entire year, leaving behind a not so pretty projectile inside his bloody thigh, and a scar that he would have to carry with for the rest of his life. In March 1947, after a year lull in the fighting to treat the wounded leg suffered from the previous charge, Thanh was called back into service once his leg had healed. This time, he was placed in Stalingrad, possibly one of the largest graveyards in the world. The battle had raged on for nearly five years in that one city, and the citizens had either fled or all died. There, where soldiers were throwing everything they had against each other even for just a small inch of land, Thanh demonstrated his bravery and recklessness yet again, by rushing for the German trenches with nothing but his bare hands. At the time, weapons were scarce for the soldiers of Stalingrad, so some might not be distributed anything, and would have to rely on picking up dead soldier's weapons. The result was also disastrous, yet quite hilarious. After picking up a dead Russian's weapons, he was instantly shot in the arm, resulting in him falling to the ground due to sudden shock and pain, discarding the picked up weapon. Those behind him, thought he was dead, picked up the dropped weapon and moved on. Some who weren't paying attention even stomped onto his back. Still, it was still a minor wound, and Thanh continued to serve at Stalingrad until December, when he was transferred to Moscow to aid in war effort against the imminent German invasion. At the time, the Russian government officials were searching for someone to work with their equipments, a high explosive anti armor and structure mine that unfortunately has a very short trigger delay. Because of the short delay, there are chances that the user will sustain heavy wounds or even death if it is not operated correctly, so those in the reserve groups were hesitant to receive such a weapon. Before the Russian military had to force the weapon into one of the unfortunate, a Vietnamese instructor in the field, Sih Bao, introduced a young man who had had records and commendations for bravery. That man was Thanh, and the Russians decided to draft him in Squad 914, a mysterious experimental squadron formed by the Russian military Experience: Messenger and ammo refiller: December 1940 - January 1942 Basic military training: A few months Defense of Kursk: February-June 1946 Battle of Stalingrad: March-December 1947 Family: Vu Pham (Father) - Deceased Quynh Nguyen (Mother) - Deceased Theme song

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