Plot: An ancient vampire, yet only 17, is thrown out of the ruling power of vampires. Infuriated, she flees to the nuetral territories of the north. In Canada, she settles down in a labrynth of caves that run below a small town and connect to a nearby mountain. She decides to use this luck to build her own army to rule the vast cold lands, so she can eventually wages war on those that scorned her. She summoned her daemans to seek out the leader the town and bring him. In the form of a wolf, she transformed him. Pledging himself to her, she knows the town will follow him anywhere, and thus she will control them all. Surrounded with a entire town of vampire minions, she sits back and waits for any wayward vampire to appear.

Rules:
-regualar rules
-keep it pg-13
-no text words (like omg)
-no godmods
- these rules are subsect to change and addition.

If you want to join, PM me first. I need:
Your character name: (kylie)
Your age in human years: (644)
Your age in vampire years: (17)
Looks: (picture preffered)
Special powers: (can control water, or earth, or whatever.)
Daeman: can only have one (what can you turn into, what animal can you control when you are not in that form)

Example-this is my character, the vampire this thread follows
Name: Nimii
Age:615
Age: 17
Looks:
Special powers: can create and manipulate ice
Daeman: a giant white wolf

Nimii looked out from the old hotel in the center of town's top window. She had converted the building into her own mini castle, all the widows draped with heavy curtains and the modern furniture replaced with stereotypical victorian vampire decor. She herself lounged on a giant couch, her black and purple skirts and magestic black sleeves draping over the end. From her spot, she could see the whole north east side of town out of her bay window. Standing, skirts russling, she walked over to the giant floor-to-ceiling book case and scanned for an interesting novel. No use, however.She'd read them all. "Berry, dear, why is it there is never anything to read?" she asked candidly, seemingly to the book in front of her nose. A little serving man, with deep green eyes, stuck his head out from behind the door frame. "I'm sure I don't know, master." she heard his naisily voice in her head before her even spoke. She nodded, and her scurried away. Sighing, she returned to her place on the couch

Name: Rael
Age:701
Age: 19
Looks:
Special powers: Can talk with animals
Daeman: a large, muscular, black with white striped tiger

[/COLOR]Name: Fell
Age:436
Age: 18
Looks:
Special powers: can see a little into the future
Daeman: a mid-sized black hawk

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A black hawk named Fell soared over the east corner of northern town, even though she knew it was part of the territory of a much older vampire. She was, however desperate, because she had gotten kicked out of her birth coven for falling in love with the elder male Teseph. Now she knew she needed to be in a coven, or she would suffer from not being protected. She had been planning on seeking this very town for her own, so she could start her own coven, but now she decided she wanted to join the resident vampire instead. Still diguised as a hawk, she flew to the highest, most ancient looking building in town and perched on an odd looking gargoyle. she peered into the bay window, and watched a tall, pale woman in flowing fabrics lounging on her couch, and a short beady man outside the door, looking sleepy. Lazily, she rapped on the window, and turned back into a human, so she was perched precariously on the stone figure's head.

She heard the bird girl long before she had perched on the north gargoyle, but she ignored her. She knew the girl would come to speak her piece in time. Shortly, sure enough, she heard a rap on her window, and when she looked she saw the final phase of the girl turning from hawk from human. She smiled and opened the window for her to crawl through. Once the girl was through, nimii summoned her wolf Glori to sniff out the visitor. "My wolf tells me your name is Fell, and that you recently came from a rather caven, but she cannot tell me why you left, or what brought you here." she smiled at Fell "But I do not care. You must be hungry." snapping her fingers, her servant appeared from behind the door. "Be a dear and collect some food. Go." They remained silent untill he had returned seconds later with two large onyx goblets, filled with a thick black liquid. She grabbed the two cups and handed one to Fell, then drank earnestly. She left the dark smear across her lips, adding to her chalky palor. "Drink" it was not a request. "Drink and join me, or leave my lands."

Not wishing to be banished again, Fell drank earnestly, tasting blood she could not identify. "It is not human, nor beast. What is it?" she asked the mastress. She felt the answer in her mind. It was the blood of the vampress that stood before her. "When you said drink and join me, you really meant join me, didn't you?" she could feel the blood taking effect on her. It powered her vitality and gave her a rush of energy, like blood always did, but it also brushed aginst her mind, and she knew that this was the bond between mastress and maid. Like a queen bee and her workers, Fell knew she would fight to protect her mistress, and love her like a follower should worship her leader. Falling to her knees, she cried "Lady!" she felt a cold hand stroke her head gently. She looked up at her new coven elder, the founder of the clan, the great one everyone would look up to, with new and endering eyes.

"Oh, Fell." She thought earnestly. "You think that I will protect you, and that you will protect me, but I sense rebellion in you, and so I shall put you to work. Oh, I'll let you have a big share of the ptofits, but that's so you stay strong and vigilant, and dumb. Drunk in the blood I will have you harvest from the towns people. They wont know you do it, they'll never feel you, but you'll know that this twon is just a blood farm for my growing coven, and it will slowly drive you insane, and then I will break you. Then you will just be a tiny little shell. You will do I tell you, and you'll enjoy it. You'll enjoy it because you will forget anything but the lovely taste of humanely harvested blood in your mouth. You'll thank me, and if ever anybody were to call me a evil vampire, you would defend me saying that I have been good to you, given you lots of blood, but that's because you don't know. You sweet innocent young one. You don't know that I was an elder in the vampire council, and I was kicked out, and I will use your labor to feed my army. Then one day I'll release you, put you on the other side, so you can spy on them. Then, if you die in battle, I will mourn you, and you be buried with honor." this she thought all at once while she stared into the expectant eyes of Fell. who was oblivious. "Or maybe you will my serving woman, friend to the end. It depends upon how you act in the near future." she altered her train of thought, captivated by Fell's innocents eyes. Then she finally spoke. "Rise, Fell dear. You are with me now."