My story;

Ashley just got fired from her job at her local Mary Kay store selling women's make-ups, perfumes, panties, handbags, etc. Her rent was due and finding work in this city is hard. Being a walking disaster, Ashley can't ever keep a job. Her sister's husband owns a local bond enforcement agency and he took pity on her and gave her a job.

Ashley is an easy going, light hearted girl and clumsier than not. She stands at 5'4", has long wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. She's thinner than not and that's probably thanks to her poor nutrition coming from not having a lick of sense when it comes to cooking. Don't misjudge her though, her derriere hasn't missed the doughnuts or twinkies that have so generously ensured it's noticeability.

Her apartment is located just East of downtown on the rougher side of town where things are cheaper. It's tiny, has dull mismatched furniture and little more than a bottle of cheap wine, cereal and some milk in the fridge. She has a pet turtle, Chuck who's less than a pound in size, but little does she know the African Spurred Tortoise will grow to be 150 pounds.

Ashley's mom lives fifteen minutes from her on the better side of town and has a new boyfriend every couple of weeks. Ashley starts her new job today and has heard stories of the supernatural but never had an opinion or experience with the subject. So far, she's been given what she thinks are human files. Her adventure starts now!

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Suke grew up in an academy for hunters. His parents were both high ranked and powerful hunters, but were both killed by a vampire lord. Suke excelled in his studies, and soon surpassed all in his class at the age of fourteen, and the best in the school at fifteen, including many teachers. The teachers and headmaster were very impressed with him, and so they put him in a military like hunter group without hesitation at the age of sixteen. Many were appalled that such a young agent was being put in their ranks. They thought they were going to have to babysit him, but they were quickly silenced. He had no problem taking on those who were considered dangerous or enemies to him and the world.

When he was seventeen, they tracked down the lord who had killed his family. He had been tormented by dreams of the incident. He had only been seven, and the vampire had tracked his family to their house that was meant to be safe. He had broken in with his men, and they had fought with his parents. His mother had tried to save him by hiding him, but the lord had entered the house. He had sensed Suke and grabbed him by the neck, using him as leverage over his parents. He had bitten Suke, and begun to change him. His father had attacked the lord, knocking Suke from his grasp, and he had fallen to the floor in pain. His father had battled the lord buying his mother some time. Over their travels, they had come across what was known as Devil's Bane. It was used to halt the effects of vampire's venom, but it was extremely rare, and only could be used within a certain time after being bitten.

His mother gave it to her son, and his father was killed. His mother then took up the fight to protect him, but was slaughtered as well. The lord would have finished with him, if more hunters had not shown up. He bears the mark of this encounter on his neck as a scar he hides with his collar. He went with the others to take him down, confronting him in his throne room. The lord remembered him well, and though the venom had been halted and forced to go dormant, the lord had a bit of power over him. No one knows exactly what happened, only that in the end Suke killed the lord, the men in charge walking in after the deed was done. He was quickly promoted and raised through the ranks after that, to second in command to a powerful hunter team, where he now resides.

He fights with a set of three samurai swords which belonged to his father. They have holy markings on them, so they cause more damage to creatures then normal blades do, burning the skin, and taking longer to heal. On many occasions, they leave permanent scars. He also has a knack for sensing danger, like a sixth sense. He is a very skilled martial artist, and very talented in all kinds of weapons, gymnastics and agility. His eyes are impaired however, which is why he wears glasses. He always has since the accident with the vampire lord. They are usually golden, but he has been told on occasions where his emotions spike, that they turn a pink color or closer to red. This has only been the start of questions arisen against him in his lifetime.

People question him, due to the incident with the lord. They fear that the venom has sunk to far into his body. He is faster, stronger, more resilient and has better senses and tracking abilities then other hunters do. His eyes and his annoyance with light further their suspicions. He has times where he falls ill, and no one can explain. He gets weak and light headed, hearing and seeing things at times, but no one knows why. He has cravings at times, but he writes them off as him just growing. They are afraid something inside of him is growing, and if the vampires find out about it they will try to use him or turn him. If that happens they would have another enemy who knows the inside of their operation. They have asked for him to be pulled or to be studied, but the captain and head of their division has refused every time.

They have asked him about what happened with the lord he killed as well, but he tells them he does not remember much, that he was high on adrenaline and the heat of battle. They do not believe him, and despite his captain's wishes, they often have him watch. They believe he lost control of whatever is inside of him. They believe that part of him though not a full vampire is very much there, and that he might snap again, maybe for the worse of his division. He trains hard to keep up, and refuses to talk about himself much with new people or those he knows. He often gets stares and whispers aimed his way as well as rumors, but he ignores them. He might be young, but he commands respect from everyone. Even those twice his age know that he is not one to be taken lightly. He is a powerful hunter, and working towards a captain position himself someday.

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Valamond is cruel and wicked and has been responsible for the downfall of many civilizations. He takes nothing seriously, holding a twisted grin on his face no matter what form he chooses at nearly all times. He has never known love and has never been loved. The love he receives from his worshipers is born from fear and respect and only feeds the golden fire in chest where his heart should be.

When not spreading strife and discord in his true form, he hides among mortals as many different forms. Within this city he hides as 14 year old boy attending a local private school. He pulls many cruel pranks on students and faculty and it is quite the shocker he hasn't been expelled. This is most likely due to true nature and resulting connections. This form is approximately 4'9" and is very slender in build. His hair is light blonde, nearly ivory, colored and silky to the touch, skin porcelain and unmarred, eyes as vibrant and brilliant as fresh blood. In dark places his eyes glow an ominous golden-orange. It is unnerving to be around such a child as he seems to be always grinning no matter the misfortune and terror around him. He keeps a pair of sunglasses on him at all times, finding bright light unpleasant and the light dulling properties of the tinted glasses keeps him calm. Light has an adverse effect on his control and can send him into a rage if left unchecked.

The only physical blemish on this form is a jagged scar above his pale chest, as if his heart was cut out and his chest was haphazardly sewn shut. Some demons were once mortal, souls damned or tortured beyond belief. The mark upon the chest of the boy is an ode to how his soul came to corruption. His mind and memory have twisted over his thousand years and he truly has no idea that the form he wears in this town was the form he had possessed when he was mortal, condemned as a demon for albinism and tortured to death. The only reason he such a high ranking demon is only because of insurmountable hate his human soul had felt at the moment of his death and long afterward, granting him enormous power after his ascension to demon.

His current motivations for this city are a mystery to everyone but his own twisted whims. In fact, he barely has a plan, finding enjoyment in nothing but simple human suffering. He loves to watch them squirm and suffer and binds many humans and non-humans alike to his service against their will. He openly welcomes challenges to those who can both find him and prove their worth to them. He has never lost to a mortal and never plans to.

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Though his power may seem very strong, or absolute, Lulucian does not enjoy using his ability to strip away another's free will, even if only for a few moments. He only uses his power if he absolutely has to, or his master commands it of him.

Lulucian was bound into Valamond's service against his will, and his power seems to be rather useless against Valamond, or else he would have escaped by now. Probably. Lulu is very obedient to his master, he carries out commands without question and without hesitation. He is always calm even when agitated or upset about something, at least, he tries to always appear calm.

Before Lulu fell into Valamond's service he had spent his nights or days prowling dark alleys and darker streets. Abducting humans and eating their hearts, for Lulu a human heart, or even a non human heart is the only sustenance his body will take. However, Lulu does not need to eat every single day, he only needs to eat every three days.

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An unlikely combination. Her mother had seduced a lonely vampire one night and convinced him to take her to bed. Later on, Mariki was born but never met her father. When her mother was killed by a hunter, the young girl decided to make sure she did not end up like her mother.

Mariki now stalks the night looking for anyone who seems "willing" to donate to her life source. She hides during the day in vacant apartments or dark places like basements. Her piercing blue eyes are can be hypnotizing if stared at for too long. But usually her curvacious body is the one that attracts the most prey.

If she is not feeding, it unwise to try and hit on her. Men who try that often get a death glare and are told to back off. And if they don't, a quick fight shows them she is not a woman to be messed with. But when the authorities arrive to break up the fight, the female is lost to the shadows.

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Born in the space between the darkness and the light the pair of identical twins were given a chance to live within the light and so there they stayed for two hundred years.

Aislinn Maher watched happily over the humans for that time, protecting them from creatures such as demons. One fateful night the young angel encountered a handsome young demon. He captured her heart with just one look. It was love at first sight is what Ai’s sister, Kerri, would tale you. The two were made for each other. Aislinn went against what they had been taught about demons and other creatures. She would sneak out to meet Dimitri, falling more in love with him and him with her. They knew what they were doing was forbidden, but it didn’t make their hearts weaver.

One day Dimitri asked Ai to go away with him so they could be together forever and she agreed. Unfortunately for the pair of lovers this would not be. Another angel by the name of Haku had followed Ai and learned of her plan to leave with the demon. Enraged Haku went to the meeting place before Ai arrived and killed her lover. The sight of her lover’s death caused Ai to go insane. In a blind rage she killed Haku, before returning to the heavens and going on a rampage. She killed twenty angels before being subdued. Sorrow and rage shined in her icy eyes as she was cast out of the light and exiled to the darkness for her crimes against the heavens. She cursed those who took away what she loved and exiled her.

After her banishment Aislinn wandered the world alone until Kerri was exiled as well. The pair stuck together doing as they pleased. One of their favorite past times was tormenting humans. It was while they were tormenting a pair of men that they first encountered the dark lord, Lord Valamond. Lord Valamond was unlike any creature they had met before. It wasn’t long after witnessing his power that they two decided to join him, for the fun of course.

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Born in the space between the darkness and the light the pair of identical twins were given a chance to live within the light and so there they stayed for two hundred years.

Kerri Maher didn't question her position much. She could deal with it as long as she had her sister. This didn't change the hate that she started to feel towards the humans. They were vile creatures that would lie, cheat, steal, rape and kill to get what they wanted. The hatred she held in her heart stared when she witnessed the death of a young child at the hand of their own father. How could someone beat their own child to death like that with little remorse for their actions? Unable to answer this question she came to the conclusion that in reality all humans were heartless and only pretended to act nice to get the things they wanted from other humans.

Over time the way she felt only grew stronger. All the war, killing and blood didn't help to change her mind about the humans. To make matters worse her own kind had turned against her sister, Aislinn, destroying her sister’s happiness and thus destroying the once kind hearted sister she knew. Without her sister to help her deal with being around the humans it was only a matter of time before she too would commit a crime against the heavens.

One day while watching a group of children she did the unthinkable. She used her powers against one of the boys who had been bullying a little girl. It didn’t stop there, she continued to attack the others that had either helped the boy or just stood by and did nothing. The results of her actions were disastrous. Three of the children died and four others were badly injured. The ones that hadn’t been hurt were left emotionally scared. For this attack against humans and in an attempt to prevent future attacks Kerri was cast into the darkness just as her sister had been.

After her banishment Kerri wandered the world in search of her sister, Aislinn. The pair stuck together doing as they pleased. One of their favorite past times was tormenting humans. It was while they were tormenting a pair of men that they first encountered the dark lord, Lord Valamond. Lord Valamond was unlike any creature they had met before. It wasn't long after witnessing his power that they two decided to join him, for the fun of course.

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Byren was an orphan growing up. He never knew his parents, and bounced around from home to home. People never seemed to want him, because he gave them an eerie feeling, and strange things were always happening around him. No one knew why, but it scared them. Even though he kept moving around, he remained a straight A+ student in school, and always showed a lot of potential. He knew he was different then everyone, and never felt the connection to other people or beings. He was a quiet kid around most people, and everyone always made remarks about his moonlight silver eyes. They used to say that him looking at them creeped them out, cause it was like he was looking into their very soul, at all their sins and being.

Growing up, Byren would sit in the darkness of his room for hours and seemingly talk to himself. No one knew why, or what he was doing, this was part of the reason why it frightened them. He would say things that happened and about people that no one else knew, and that he normally shouldn't possibly know. When asked how he did know them, he would reply "The dark ones told me." It wouldn't be long after that he was sent away. At the age of five, he began seeing a psychologist that was supposed to help with his seemingly unstable mind. The doctor diagnosed it as a way for him to cope with being an orphan, and moving around a lot to the point where he had practically no one. He said it was a show of his fear to get close to people, and his attempt to drive them away. He perscribed medication, and continued to see Byren.

Over the next few years, the incidents lessened and lessened due to the drugs he was being perscribed, and his doctor trying to convince it was all in his head. Before, there had been instances of things moving around in the houses, or odd sounds, and even feelings of being watched. Byren would tell them again it was the dark ones, but the doctor came to convince him and his guardians that the things going on that could not be explained before were really him, and an attempt to reach out and get attention. He lost the will to do much, and seemed to move through life for awhile as nothing more then a zombie, going through the motions. It wasn't until he was thirteen, that he discovered there was more to all of what was going on then he had ever imagined.

He came home from school a week after what was his thirteenth birthday, to discover his foster parents dead in the livingroom. A cloaked man was sitting in a chair, with two others on either side of him. He told Byren that he was special, and what was happening was not a hoax or something that could be merely explained away by a foolish doctor. He was told what he was seeing and such was real. They revealed themself to be part of something called the Order of the Shadow. They gave him a card, and said they would be in touch, before vanishing. The police classified the murders as a robery and break in, since Byren had been at school all day, and no one would blame a child. Taken back into the system, he thought about what the man had said to him, and not even a month later he called the number on the card, saying he was willing to listen.

The next day, a man and woman came and picked him up, since her boss had adopted him. He was taken to Desmond mannor, and discovered the man who had adopted him was the man he had seen in his home when his foster parents were killed. His name was Ellias Desmond, and he was the head of the Order of the Shadow. He explained that the order was a group of supernatural beings, things beyond other people's wildest dreams. He revealed himself to be a demon, and told Byren he had known his parents. He revealed that they were part of a nearly extinct race known as the Shadow Lancers, beings that were born of the shadows and who were deemed to big of a threat to hunters, that their race was put on an extermination list. They were to be killed on slight, and almost all of them had been slaughtered.

From then, he began to learn about and develop the powers that came with being a Shadow Lancer. He learned all about the secret world that lived alongside of the world he had thought was his own in the begining. He learned about the people who hunted down his kind, and who were responcible for his people's death. He learned more about the order as well, and took quite easily to their ideals and goals and such, finding Lord Desmond to be more of a father to him then anyone else. He was told about the Order's dream to bring people like them out of the shadows and back into the light, helping them take their rightful place back where mortals and the hunters had wrongfully taken from them. At sixteen, Byren was named as Lord Desmond's successor, and the next to take over for the Order of the Shadow. He thought there was no better person for it, and it was good for the order to be put back in control of a rightful being of the shadows.

From there, his real studies began. He learned everything he could about the history of the order, and how to command it. He learned of other races and beings, strengths and weaknesses as well. He learned of the other members in the order, and how their ranks spread out all over the world. He learned who he could trust and who he should avoid, and even who some were that were merely pretending, but were still useful pawns. His demeaner grew cool and calm, seemingly emotionless most of the time. He was groomed to be a weapon in many ways, learning to not let his emotions or fears get in the way of what must be done. He was groomed to not let weaknesses hold him, and slowly developed a disgust for humans. He was fed stories and such about what they had done to people like him, and that they were in many ways a disease that needed to be disposed of in the world.

At eighteen, Lord Desmond passed away from sickness, and the throne was passed to Byren. He took control of the organization with his own flare. He kept command of many of the other beings in charge with the order, and gained a lot of respect and obedience as he worked over the next year. He proved a lot of people who did not believe he would be able to handle it or the stress wrong. He is aware of those who do not believe someone so young or like him is fit to run the order, but he refuses to give in to them. They believe his heart is not as closed off as it appears, and that if not kept in line, it has the potential to soften or to become weak. So far however, he has brought the order into one of their best reigns and eras in centuries.

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I know that the first thing you’re wondering about isn’t my rugged good looks, my impressive amount of style, or even where I come from. No, you’re most likely wondering about my first name. See, there’s actually a rather funny story behind that, and, if you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you. The real story isn’t funny at all. My father, whom I try to avoid as best as possible, was completely wasted the night that I was born. Somehow, he got it in his head that it would be hysterical to name his son a girl’s name. The doctors were unable to persuade him from doing so, and thus the name was bestowed upon me. That’s only one of the many reasons my father and I don’t communicate any longer.

As to my actual past, I grew up in a suburban area in North Carolina near the ocean. My mother, seeing my father as the worthless piece of garbage that he was, left us when I was four, though I saw her every other weekend throughout my life. Overall, my life was average, though I certainly wasn’t. My ability to notice every little detail in a room from a glance made me somewhat of an oddity, as did my ability to recall everything I had ever witnessed perfectly. Much to my father’s chagrin, I never really put forth much more effort than I had to in any endeavor. I still try not to work too hard, if at all.

Recently, however, my life has gone to pieces. For some reason, I’m being hunted by these crazy people who believe that I’m some sort of criminal. And of course they’re the kind of blockheads who shoot first and ask questions never. Seriously, three times already I’ve been attacked! It’s getting ridiculous, but I don’t really see a way out of it in the meantime. All I can do is get away before they actually manage to shoot me, though there have been several close calls there as well.