Originally Posted by Firemare

Name: Shraa Tallmore
Age: Darling don't you know you never ask a woman her age? Clearly I'm twenty four.
Gender: Female
Breed: Demon
Title: Lady
Personality: I enjoy playing with masks. Generally I am distant, sarcastic and easily amused. However beneath that I can be caring, though it's rare. I try to mitigate some of my "King's" mischeif, the lives here are tangled enough, but it is a dangerous game, for he would not appriciate my interference if he knew.
Bio: I grew up in court as a low ranking member. My parents, like myself, were happier observing the patterns then taking part in them and taught me how to look. I know everyone, but no one knows me, and that's how I like it.
Appearance: Her skin is a caramel color, her long hair black as pitch, and her eyes as green as new leaves. She's tall for a female at 5'7, and has a slightly amused smile at all times.
Skills: Clever, silver tounged, extremely analytical
Powers: Telepathy, shapeshifting, healing
Weapons: Glaive
Master: Firemare

Originally Posted by Kriddles

Name: Ebony Vedour
Age: 110, young for a vampire
Gender: Female
Breed: Vampire
Title: Lady
Personality: Ebony is a snob at best, at her worst she is a ego-driven whore who would do just about anything to get what she wants. She never affiliates with anyone that is below Noble Title, unless they are to be her sacrifice to her God, Dervopicus. For sport she hunts Werewolf packs down, looking down upon them as vermin of the world. She has already killed many packs and keeps the Alpha of the Donavon pack(A Royal Pack known as Knights) as a pet on a silver leash, to show her dominance in her own Clan. If she were to go without blood for more than ten hours, she is weakened to the point of near death (That is how addicted she is to it. Kind of like a drug.)
Bio: Ebony was homeless on a poor town's streets, where whores, thieves, and murderers walked. It was common enough to hear screams pleading for help echo through the night. Her parents had long past away from disease that the rats had brought. Their bodies devoured by the wolves. Every night she wished for death, but it never came... It never would. One night, during a downpour of rain and a rage of thunder and lightning, a man approached her. He offered a gloved hand, dressed in white. An angel? Finally, it was her time to go. She reached out with a pale bony hand that was matted with dirt and grime, and took his hand. He announced himself as the Lord of the Vedour Clan, before taking her back to his home. He cleaned her up, dressed her to impress and gave her a simple kiss on the cheek. It was when she blushed, he lost control. He took her into his arms and pressed her against him, smelling her hair and telling her that everything would be okay. Not a second later she screamed, as fangs sunk deep into her skin. Bringing her near death, he lay her down, his need fulfilled. He sliced his wrist open, fresh red blood dripped into her mouth, sharing the bond that so many had felt was dark and evil.
The years passed and she lived happily as a vampire. The Lord of the Vedour Clan taught her what he knew. Of their Blood God and his blessings of blood magic. She fell to love him, listening to every word he said and breathing in his scent every day. She wore rose-coloured glasses for him. Until she found him, bedding another woman. Silent rage filled her as she closed the door. Her love quickly turning to hate. Hours passed, laughs and giggles came from the master bedroom, before she could not take it any longer. She broke the door down, a wicked sword in hand. She killed the woman first, and finally... crying tears of blood she decapitated him, tearing out his heart and watched as the pulse from it slow and finally die. And that is the birth of the Lady of the Vedour Clan.
Appearance: Ebony is pale as the moon itself, her black straight hair falls to mid-back with bangs that cut off right before her blood red eyes. She is skinny with an ample bust that is complimented by a black corset custom made for her (She killed the clothes maker afterwards). She wears a black skirt that has a blood red cross on it, which hides a small thigh belt that holds several small vials of fresh blood. A small choker finishes off her ensamble.
Skills: Highly seductive even with women. She gets what she wants not matter what.
Powers: Blood Magic. She can manipulate it, change it at will, and use it's contents in the blood itself (I.E: Iron or water)
Weapons: A single small blade that is engraved with her God's words of dominance.
Master: Kriddles

Originally Posted by Kriddles

Name: Emily Donavon
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Breed: Werewolf
Title: Alpha
Personality: Emily is strong willed, but her pack makes her stronger. She is Alpha and for a good reason too, she is highly charismatic, giving strength phyisically and mentally to her pack. Many had tried hunting them down with silver. When in contact with silver they can't shift. But that never stopped them from fighting back. The night the Donavon Pack was massacred was the night that everything changed as she knew it. She now struggles to find that inner strength she once had, but being the pet of the Woman who ordered the slaughtering she just can't. It is almost as if she is a whipped dog who is kept at bay by a silver collar.
Bio: Emily Donavan was always the odd ball of any society. She had no parents, one was in a constant war while the other (Her mother) died of an illness. Her pale blue eyes, usually scared people away, but those who didn't run became her only family that she knew of.
When she turned 18, she noticed that when everyone had stopped growing she had growth spurts, her metabolism skyrocketed, and she was always running a 106 degree fever. Her normal cravings for cereal and milk changed to meat... raw meat. Scared of what she was going through, she hid, locking herself in her house. Then when the full moon came around, a group of kids came around to try and get her out of her house for a prank. Breaking in, they quickly took over... and her so did her anger. Her knees buckled out, fur sprouting from every pore in her body. She howled in pain as her nose elongated. Her hand and feet becoming paws, her vision of the night becoming more clear as she dropped to all four. A large brown wolf once where a woman stood. Terrified the teenagers ran, but they weren't fast enough...
The next day, reports of several missing teenagers went up. Of those missing people, Emily was one of them, however she was the only one with a 'Wanted' price under her picture. Her once refuge and prison was an open bloody skeleton.
A year went by, as Emily struggled to control her emotions. To shift at will and not by force. Then... The others found her. A full pack of creatures like her. They helped her train and tought her how to uphold their birthright. To kill the heartless beings of the night. Emily Retkor soon became Emily Donavan of the Donavan pack. They were considered Nobility of all of the Knight Packs (They don't consider themselves as Werewolves... they consider themselves knights). She quickly flew up the ranks, her strength and agility helped her. When the Alpha died in a battle against a Vampire Clan, she was announced leader of the Donavan Pack.
When she turned 25, the entire pack respected her as a leader and the only Alpha to be a female. She even had a suitable male for her to settle down with. However, her pack was attacked by several vampires who had been tipped off by the Guir Pack (A lower caste pack). The Vedour Clan (Vampires) was able to kill off the defenses leaving the weaker of the Pack vulnerable. Barely able to fight back from such a surprise attack, the Pack fell.
Appearance: Emily is tanned, which just accents her chestnut colored hair that is cut short... boyishly short. It is messy and sticks out at random places, which just adds to the crazy widows peak. Her bright blue eyes are startling, hints of violet in them. She never wears makeup, but instead has natural beauty. Thick eyelashes and lush lips. She's skinny with a bust and hips that could cause some double takes from passing men. She wears a white shirt who's collar is lined with the same coloured fur as her hair. Seven crosses line her neck, all of them different. Some were wooden, some were made from brass or copper, she even owned one that was pure gold. Her short black skirt accented her long legs that are adorned with knee high black boots. In her wolf form, her entire body is covered in chestnut brown fur. Her muzzle has a few markings on it that say she is blessed by the gods. Though she thinks thats just a bunch of crap. On her ears she has a touch over VERY bright orange fur.
Skills: Agile, and is very charismatic. She is very sarcastic though. Her unhuman strength comes from her inner wolf which she can control at will unless silver is touching her.
Powers: Her one true power comes during a full moon. Though she can shift from a wolf to a human at will, the full moon transforms her into what we think of as a typical wolfman... only she is a wolfwoman. Her strength is doubled and she looses control of her human side completely, murdering everyone in sight (Which is what the crosses are from... the innocents that she has killed). Not even silver can stop this process.
Weapons: Her Hands
Master: Kriddles

Originally Posted by Iori Vytenson

Name: Yulo Elas'ven
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Breed: Werewolf (totemic, not infection)
Title: Prince (equivelent to Baron in his tribe)
Personality: Yulo is calm, has a dry wit, and as a rule of thumb acts very reserved. He is subtle in his actions and comments, and behaves with tact towards others. He is a compassionate person who was raised to be compassionate and empathic. Hates injustice, but is also willing to do what is necessary for the greater good. A bit of a romantic.
Bio: Yulo is a low-ranking prince for the Elas, and was sent as an envoy to the court to see how things were run on this side of the world. Well regarded for his tact and common-sense regardless of his rank, he is usually treated as a higher-ranking prince by most of the nobles of the Elas. The Elas are a tribal civilization that, though tribal, are cultured and have a complex social structure and governing system, with the nobles being selected by a 'totem' at birth, totems being wolf (which is Yulo's totem, hawk, leopard, lion, rat, bull, boar, deer, and owl)
Appearance: (Will have picture soon). Yulo is somewhat short for his culture, but averages about medium-hight for most other lands. He has fair skin and platinum-blonde hair, and slate-grey eyes. He wears his thick hair cut medium-short, longer at the sides than the front and back. His standard mode of dress is a white cotton sash around his waist, hanging at the side, and luxuriously tanned and softened suede slacks tucked into top-quality silver-buckled leather boots. He wears no shirt, but a knee-length suede vest that can button up the center, but he leaves unbuttoned. The vest itself is worked with complex runic designs in silver thread, and bordered with silver braid. He wears elbow-length, unworked silver bracers backed with leather. Wears a white cloth around his neck that can be worn so that it covers his face form the eyes down. Completes his outfit with a leather shoulder-strap worn bandolier-style across his chest that he hangs his quiver from, and keeps his dagger and shortsword sheathed their as wel, dagger on the front, shortsword over the shoulder.
Skills: Very athletic, even gymnastic. Can run faster than most, with extraordinary balance, but while stronger than your average human, is physically weak compared to most Elas with the wolf-totem. Good eyesight and hearing, but by no-means supernatural.
Powers:
-Scent: can 'read' emotion, and follow trails with immaculate precision using scent.
-Controlled change: can change into a extraordinarily large wolf and back at will.
-Animal Alure: unwittingly emanates subtle pheramones that arouse most individuals of all races. Cannot control this ability.
Weapons:
-An elaborately worked longbow, accented with silver wire, and white bowstring-silencers.
-A short, slightly curved dagger with a saphire set in the stubby cross-piece. A silver wolf'shead acts as the pommel.
-A single-edged shortsword with a blade that broadens towards the middle, then comes to a fang-like double-edged point the last third of the way down. Hilt is wrapped in blue-dyed leather, with a thick silver ring as the pommel.
Master: Iori Vytenson

Sidenote about Totemic Werewolf: Is not affected by the moon, silver, etc, but instead gathers the ability to change into a powerful version of his totemic animal through years of harsh training and conditioning. Is in every way still human except for his totemic powers.

Originally Posted by ZaK.86

Name: james alexander randolph.

Age: two hundred fifteen years total, one hundred ninety five of those as a vampyre.

Gender: male.

Breed: vampyre.

Title: lord.

Personality: james likes social events, clothing, beethoven, art, reading, intelligent conversation, manipulating people, being right, having his own schedule, and dancing. he dislikes being told what to do, ignorance, upstarts, people who are badly dressed, love poems, vampyres who can't control themselves, being interrupted, violence, werewolves, and boredom. his strengths are that he is incredibly intelligent, strong willed, and manipulative. unfortunately he is also vain, self centered, unwilling to let anyone inside his shell, proud to a fault. vampyres aren't fearless though, james is afraid of living forever and getting attached to people. james has pretty much accomplished all of his goals over the years, which is why he has so much time to contemplate things. james feels like the world revolves around him, probably as a side effect of the fact he feels like he never has anything to do. he spends much of his time reading and thinking. he pushes people away because he hates to get close to his own kind, and he fears to get close to people. he has streaks where he despises his own kind for their lack of self control, and he despises humans because they die. pretty much, he makes excuses for not liking anyone.

Bio: james was born into what should have been the lap of luxury. his father never really paid enough attention, and his mother just gave up after a while. at the age of fifteen he packed up and moved to their home in london, hoping to get away from his parents. he spent his time at court, seducing the girls and spending all of the money his mother sent on clothes and fancy gifts. he knew that none of the girls at court were looking for a second son, but they played around with him anyways, and accepted his gifts. it was enough at the time to get them into his bed, secretly pulling one over on first sons like his ever so perfect brother.

he was nineteen going on twenty when he met carmilla. she was everything that he wanted in a woman, and for once, she seemed to actually like him. she was different from the other girls. she had her own fortune, she was from france. he couldn't resist. he fell hard. she played with him for about six months before she turned him, and with a cryptic note, vanished.

the first year he spent searching for her. then he tried to go home. his brother died after falling off of horse, and after that james couldn't bear to look at his mother. it wasn't until years after his family had all died that he came home to sell the estate and invest all of his assets. then he went to travel the world. the lord randolph would call on every court from time to time, and people eventually started assuming that he was his own son. he didn't bother to correct them.

in those early years, he would feed almost every night, and killing was an amusement for him. he felt like everyone deserved a share of the pain he felt. but after the first century it began to get old, james sunk into a state of self loathing. eventually, he taught himself to control his urges, to only feed when he needed to. he stopped murdering innocents and moved into an old house with a library. james spent all of his time reading, learning all he could, only coming out to feed.

it's only been in the last century that he's accepted who he is, and started coming out again. about twenty years ago he discovered the demon king's court and took up residence. since then, he hasn't really come out of his shell, but he has learned to be somewhat social again. not that he's nice about it.

Appearance: [LINK] there are few people who would tell you that james is anything but handsome. he has blond hair that he wears a little bit shaggy, as is the fashion, and piercing blue eyes. he is of average height for a modern man, only standing about five foot ten, but when he was young his height was something to comment on. james tends towards the height of fashion in his dress, always having been rather vain about his looks. he can spends hours fussing over his hair and wardrobe in the morning. especially since he really has nowhere to be these days.
Skills: james is highly intelligent and well read. he's also highly skilled at manipulation.

Powers: james has all of the powers and skills of a vampyre. he's superhumanly strong and agile and can take a mist form at will. he can also dominate a person with his gaze, but it doesn't work on everyone.

Weapons: james is proficient with broad sword and rapier, as well as with a longbow. however he doesn't carry any of these with him on a daily basis.

Master: ZaK.86