Far off the beaten path of a traveled road, hidden by trees and forest, lays an old castle like structure. The old brickwork showed it clearly dated back centuries, weather worn and smooth. The looming building was surrounded with gardens, roses, lilies and chrysanthemum wove delicate rainbow patterns around paved walkways, majestic statues and serene fountains.

Dark cherry wood doors creak open to give way to a bar and commons, candle sconces and tea lights give the comfortable lounge and tables a cozy, welcoming feel. This tranquil cove is a haven to all that is unseen, all that is ignored and all that is feared by humans. This is a safe-house for the preternatural and has been for decades.

Many paths have started, crossed and ended here, in Ein Kuß der Schatten Inn, and many more will, but there is a darkening of the path that leads to the estate.

A group in the near-by cities has been growing. They are the ignorant and angry. The violent and afraid. This group of humans that hate those that are not human, they hunt the preternatural, They hunt to eliminate what they fear and do not understand.

Ein Kuß der Schatten Inn is one of the few remaining homes for "monsters" and those who live there must be willing to defend it, or lose the precious haven.


Layout:
1]intro
2] profile skeletons
3] rules
4]links

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Please PM all profiles to me

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Rules:
Follow Mene's TOS of course
This is a PG13, so anything that goes above, there has to be a "time skip"
There will be fighting of course, but lets try to keep it outside of the building
Romance is allowed, but again, stick to pg13
Above all, this is a place to have fun and rp

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Links:
[this will be for friends with their own rp's,
art shops and such]

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Accepted Profiles:
I would like to introduce someone to y'all.
This will be for when I am not here, so that if you need a room something is always around.
This my friends is Decke, he will be the one to give out room keys and guard money. He is very friendly so long as you do not try to steal from the inn. He likes to cuddle and loves attention. He is trained to maime if you try to steal so I would suggest not doing so.
his cute little innocent normal look his battle form. (the one you don't want to be the cause of)
[btw no, neither of these pictures are mine.]


Username: Shaddowkitty
Character Name: Arina Hollow
Age:21
Race: Dragon Demon
Gender: Female
Skills/Powers: Healing is her main power though she has some elemental controls. Small morphing powers, can get wings.
Bio: Arina was young for a demon, but she had very rich and powerful parents. She though was not much of a fighter as the rest of her family and grew up mostly in a human village, where she was bullied constantly. So she decided she would create a safe place for those that weren't human in a human world. She borrowed funds from her parents to build and open up the Inn. She is a very trusting young woman who puts her heart into keeping those under her roof safe. She loves to read, and draw. She also loves to be out in the garden among the roses.

She is the Owner of Ein Kuß der Schatten Inn.

Apperance:

Originally Posted by hellrose94

Username:hellrose94
Character Name: Amorni Devorox
Age: 23
Race: shadow dancer
Gender: male
Skills/Powers: Amorni can control shadows and also turn into one and can control the elements at his will and is amazingly fast.
Bio: Amorni lived with those of his kind before his parents abandoned him at the age of seven since then he has raised himself.He never knew what he could do until he was attacked in the woods one day...after the attack he was wounded and scared only being fifteen.He has lived in the woods surviving off the energy of the shadows never eating or drinking having no way to.He's never found a way and now he's searching for a place that would be safe for him...a place where he isn't considered a monster,horror.
Appearance:

Originally Posted by KageShio

Username: KageShio
Character Name: Ti
Age: 2,978, looks to be mid to late twenties
Race: Dhampir
Gender: Male
Skills/Powers: Vampiric speed and strength, Control over liquids, mainly water and blood, Shadow melding( Blending with shadows to see other places, hide and even teleport). Skill with many types of weapons, particularly with the long sword, skilled in various forms of Martial arts.
Bio: The Dhampir is a rare type of half vampire, born from the union of a magically-strong human mother and a vampire father. Dhampir have all the strengths of vampires, but nearly none of the weaknesses. They can be in the daylight for long periods of time, they are immune to silver and most holy things, only the most devout of followers can call upon their god or goddess to harm a Dhampir. They do not heal as quickly, can scar and they still do need to drink blood and can turn others into Dhampir, though it rarely succeeds. Dhampir are oft looked on as a disgrace by Vampires, though some find them valuable due to their abilities.

Ti rarely speaks of his past, though he has many scars and the look in his eyes show how hard his life has been. He holds himself with a grace that tells of a royal heritage, but he has a roughness about him, telling of a long life out in the world. He has honed his skills for thousands of years and puts them to use as a mercenary, a sword for hire for the assassination of preternatural things as well as mortals. He is also an intellect, always studying the world around him. In doing so he has taken to the "goth" culture of this century, and often mingles in clubs and bars to "people watch".
Appearance: 6’5” with a lean build and broad shoulders, pale sandy skin tone littered with scars, long raven black hair. Midnight blue eyes turn gold when he uses powers or has strong emotions. he often dresses in casual "Gothic" clothing: Bondage pants, black shirts, boots and occasionally fishnet.



Username: KageShio
Character Name: Samhain (S-how-aine) Wuya
Age: 262, looks to be early twenties
Race: Dhampir
Gender: Male
Skills/Powers: Shadow melding, Vampiric speed and strength, Highly agile, skilled in use of throwing weapons and daggers, Power to control Corvids(crows, ravens, blackbirds, ect.), Pagan/ Wiccan magic, some skill in Martial arts.
Bio: Samhain was born as a Chinese-American and was raised by his mother in China. He moved to America when he was 16, sent by his mother to find his father. Samhain found his father and lived with him, learning the arts and religion of Wicca. He became fascinated with the occult and when he was 20 he came across Ti, a rare type of half Vampire. He followed Ti, nearly losing his life when he got caught in the fight between the Dhampir and another Vampire. Ti took the barely conscious Smahain to his home until he was healed. During that time he became friends with the Dhampir, earning his trust and learning much about the creatures that live in the dark. After that, Samhain visited Ti nearly every evening for years, but one night when he arrived, he found Ti in another battle with an enemy, this time Ti was losing. Samhain called on the magic his father taught him, and helped Ti fight off the attacker, but was gravely injured. Ti saved him once again, but this time he turned Samhain, making him a Dhampir like himself. Samhain then stayed with Ti, his new Sire, learning to fight and survive, now as one of the creatures he so admired.
Appearance: 5’7” and lithely built, pale Asian skin tone, black hair, strange Amber eyes from when he was turned. He usually dresses in jeans and plain shirts, though sometimes as Ti does.

Other: Has a companion Crow named Kuan-Te


Username: KageShio
Character Name: Kyrie
Age: 200+, looks to be early twenties/late teens
Race: Vampire
Gender: female
Skills/Powers: Vampiric speed, strength and slight mind control. Empathic and psychic, has an affinity to water. Knows martial arts and a few weapon styles, prefers to use a staff.
Bio: Kyrie is Ti's daughter. Her mother was human, but was turned by a Vampire while she was pregnant with Kyrie, thus making Kyrie a full Vampire. She was always a daddy's girl, but when her mother and younger brother died when she was 16, She became all the closer to Ti, learning all she could before heading off on her own.
Appearance: 5'9", curvaceous yet lean, pale skinned with a few light scars. Ocean blue eyes with almost a violet tone to them, black hair with gentle waves falling to her waist. Favors wearing dark colors, often layering tight pants and short skirts.

Originally Posted by Drakina

Username: drakina

Character Name: Nenet

Age: 29

Race: werewolf

Gender: female

Skills/Powers: shifting between forms without need of seeing the full moon, ability to see in near full dark, irregular premonitions, natural fighting ability. She can travel through the spirit world if she 'steps' through a mirror.

Bio: Nenet is what is called a born werewolf. that's usually fine, as only one parent is a were. With Nenet, both parents were werewolves, causing a deformity in her. Not only was she born in the were form, she has a single spiral horn on her forehead. Her father wanted nothing to do with her, and her mother felt the call of the road too strongly to be able to properly take care of her. So she was left with her grandmother to raise her, in a cabin on the side of a forested mountain. Nenet learned to hunt, to talk, to read, and other things there, setting out when her gran thought she was old enough. She traveled, her mothers wanderlust having taken hold of her as well. She learned even more out in the world, and is slightly jaded for what she has seen people doing to the planet.

Appearance: Dark brown hair, almost black, frame lightly tanned skin and bright green eyes. She usually wears jeans, hiking boots, and tee shirts with a hooded trench coat going over that. Has gold earrings, three in her left ear, two in her right. Also has a gold bracelet and anklet on opposite sides of her body. The jewelry are in all her forms.
Username: drakina
Character Name: Rasah
Age: unknown, looks about six
Race: desert drake
Gender: female
Skills/Powers: ability to shift to a humanoid form, telepathy
Bio: Lived with her mother in the deserts of asia for as long as she could remember, but one day her mother entered the 'sleep of ages', where she could pass centuries and wake again. Rasah was carried into the sleep with her mother, but woke much earlier, wandering away when she couldn't find her mother. She ended up finding a wolfpack, and one of the wolves, a brilliant yellow gold one who told her to call him sunspot, adopted her. They left the pack and have been wandering ever since. She likes to act as his voice.
Appearance: Rasah stands about four foot three in her humanoid form, and has bright turquois eyes and black, shaggy hair. Her skin is a rusty orangs color, and almost looks furred. Her thick tail has four spikes near the tip, that mirror the two horns on her head, along with webbed ears. Her legs are shaped almost like a dinosaur's, with ivory claws. She wears a light blue tunic that hangs to her knees, and nothing else. In her natural form, she's about the size and shape of an otter, with a mane of black fur and the horns and webbed ears. Her feet are more reptilian than mammalian, and her tail is thicker and longer, with the spikes. She is covered in fine rusty orange fur.


Username: drakina
Character Name: Sunspot
Age: unknown
Race: Spirit Wolf
Gender: male
Skills/Powers: Ability to faze from spirit form to solid, telepathy
Bio: Sunspot grew up with the rest of his pack, living as any wolf, at first glance. There were always little things that were different, a pack member leaving to help a human or other creature, the constant moving from one land to another. The pack met a small drake one day, and he felt drawn to her. When the pack moved on, he stayed with her, taking care of her and traveling with her. He tends to speak through her.
Appearance: larger than normal golden yellow wolf with pale gold eyes
Username: drakina
Character Name: Drakina Ryukeishin
Age: 579, looks early twenties
Race: Shakasha (wolf-dragon)
Gender: female
Skills/Powers: shift between four forms (full dragon, small dragon, humanoid, and human), ability to control metal, rock, and electricity
Bio: Grew up on a distant mountain range, until she got herself kicked out of the clan for going against the elders on a major decision. She wandered for a while, until she met an elderly lady who randomly decided to make Drakina join her clan. She stayed with her for a few years, going off when the elderly lady died. She still carries her new clan's name, even though she's the only living member.
Appearance: Full dragon: (small form is the same shape) Humanoid: Human:

Originally Posted by Staria

Username: Staria
Character Name: Chandra Baldric
Age: In body 24, in mind far older…
Race: ‘Blessed’ human, Witch
* She was blessed by a creature that claimed to be a deity and refused to tell her it’s name, it left a permanent, bright blue birthmark on her cheek in the form of a crescent moon.
Gender: female
Skills/Powers: As a witch she can cast many spells but the only ones she can’t without the help of an incantation use the powers of her ‘tattoos’. Namely the crescent moon on her cheek(healing/faster at healing then most humans/passive protection(immune to direct powers that would effect her internally however this includes other‘s healing and positive effects as well so is a double edged sword), a cat on her ankle(turn into a ‘were-cat’ hybrid form as well as a small white cat and a large white cat that vaguely resembles the build of a lion, gains the senses and super human strengths of a cat), and tribal wings on her back/winged heart on her collar bone ( grow wings, fly, manipulate wind/air). She also has strange symbols in a circle around her belly button, that allow her to summon various weapons.
Bio: She was born a princess in ancient Europe, though of course times being what they were this meant her family viewed her only as someone to arrange a marriage for. They chose a tyrannical prince whom she found loathsome. Fleeing she begged the gods to save her screaming up at the moon, getting the answer of an ancient and bored creature who told her he was a deity of the moon. He touched her cheek, marking it with a crescent moon that would match her spiritual energy in color. He also awakened her full magical potential which caused a few other marks to form over her body and give her spells. As payment he would take one of her eyes, he said to ‘test her true strength.’ He told her she would never truly die and leave with that cryptic message.
She would escape, using her new spells to disguise herself as someone else. Living as a peasant, and sometimes a cat when times were especially lean, she’d have a hard but decent life. She would ‘die’ however, in an accident. Awakening as an infant reborn with her same appearance, full abilities, and full memories she would then understand what he meant by ‘never truly die’. So she lives, a reborn human time and time again as her lives play out. This has given her a very philosophical view on life… The ‘deity’ who gave her this gift of awakening has occasionally shown up, revealing he….or she as the form varies, has been watching Chandra for unknown reasons.
Appearance:

She is 6’0 and very curvaceous. Her hair is long, going to about her ankles, seeming to almost glow except for the few black strands that hang by her face. How long it is one can not easily ascertain, however, as she tends to wear it up. Her lips are naturally blue, occasionally, but rarely, she‘ll wear lipstick to give them a more natural appearance. She has a very gothic style and is partial to skirts.

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Character Name: Airi “gypsy” gypsum.
Age: 54, appears in her late teens
Race: Human psychic, but experimented on.
Gender: female
Skills/Powers: She doesn’t age, but has an otherwise normal human body/vulnerability(ie. Her body works just like any other human body, the aging process was simply switched off. She also has moments of extreme fatigue due to the strain on her body. She is also prone to headaches. The more she uses her powers the more painful it becomes and the more frequently they come.)… Precognitive dreams, telekinesis, See/read/manipulate peoples aura’s(can tell a persons emotion, if their human, general mental and physical health) and minor telepathy(can only send and receive current thoughts, can only receive when she has eye contact with the person. Can only send when she has an emotional connection to the person.)Can manipulate her own aura to send out the emotions/information she wants it too.
Extremely good at slight of hand, perfect thief and con woman, good with knives but not any other weapon. She has good control of her body but no formal training so though good at evasion isn’t really skilled in hand to hand or anything.

Bio: When she was very young she caught the sight of an inhuman immortal, not only for her gorgeous looks but for her psychic ability which then was only precognitive dreams before he messed with her. The immortal imprisoned her father and told him he would release him…only if he gave her willingly to him. The father agreed and she became the immortal’s. Wanting to make her beauty last forever as she grew into her teens and find the extent of the human mind’s psychic ability he would begin to experiment on her with a combination of magic and science. He delighted in reminding her that her father had used her… and that he would use her as he willed for the rest of his life. Then and there she decided she would use anyone who suited her and never be used again.

Manipulating one of his assistants she would orchestrate an escape.. And the immortal’s death or so she believes. Afterwards as she gave the assistant her body as agreed she would kill him, knowing he would simply imprison her and use her just like his lord. Since then she has conned and manipulated her way as her source of income, along with a little dancing on the side. Survival and keeping her freedom are all that matter to her, thinking that people are naturally evil so nothing to care about after her father betrayed her as a child.

Appearance:

She is 5’10 and has inhumanly beautiful features, looking more like a sculpture then a real woman aside from a single slender scar over her neck that looks like someone tried to slit it. She often wears a chocker style necklace to cover it. She is very well curved and Her auburn hair goes down to a little past halfway down her back She is partial to belly baring style tops, showing her pierced belly button. She likes fashion and playing with looks but loves jewelry, having several piercings in both ears. .

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Username: Staria
Character Name: Siofra ‘Sio’ Aimhirghin (pronounced Av er yin)
Age: 21
Race: Half Sprite, Half human
Gender: female
Skills/Powers:
Bend/control light, Create illusions(not yet mastered, barely discovered), Become light(not discovered) Invisibility(not yet discovered), talk to animals/plants via telepathy(not yet discovered/mastered)
Bio:
Born in the US to an Irish immigrant she knows nothing of either side of her family as her rather day dreamy, unusual mother refused to talk about the past at all. When she was five her mother died in a car accident, leaving her without any family or place to go. She would then be adopted by her ‘Mama Airleen’ and ‘Papa Gabriel’, a local well off couple.. She lived a happy life and grew to love her adoptive parents as dear as her birth mother.
She loved art and beautiful things, having a natural gift for painting and song though painting was her true love. She was already gaining acclaim as a teenager and seemed to have the perfect life. On a family vacation tragedy struck and a fire broke out at their hotel, killing many including her parents. Saved by her till then undiscovered fae powers she was burned on most of her arms and cut on her left cheek by falling debris. The nerve damage to her arms ruined her painting ability.
She woke up to find herself alone in the hospital a week later. Nurses also told her of a fluffy white kitten who had hung around the hospital like a ghost since she came in. Taking the cat with her she would then leave the memories behind in an attempt to move on and searches for clues to who she is… and what she is that let her survive that fire…
Appearance:

She is 5’8 and slender while still retaining the curves associated with her gender. She wears her hair pinned back on one side but with the other side falling over her face slightly in delicate waves to cover the small scar on her cheek. She always wears gloves that go to halfway up her upper arm and long sleeves to cover the burn scars and also because the support of the material helps her muscle control. She tends to dress in tight, well fitted clothing as she simply finds it easier to move in. Her clothing tends to be simple and minimalist, often neutral in color save for a scarf the same color as her hair that she tends to wear around her waist. She does, however, have a weakness for jewelry and will wear quite a bit of it.

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Username: Staria
Character Name: Goes by Gabriel Xenon but has had many names.
Age: Appears in his early twenties
Race: Unknown
Gender: Male
Skills/Powers:
Immortality?( he can ‘die’ in any way a human can but it is only temporary. His body will repair itself but this can take literally years or even decades depending on the severity of how badly it is damaged. ), Heal Others through his own blood(how much is required depends on the severity of the wound), Grow dragon wings and fly(intensely painful so only done under dire circumstances), Summon a blade of metal and fire. Control/Create Fire(can control any fire but only create fire through spilling his blood, the fire created from his blood is white instead of orange/red). Is good with all weapons, both past and present, but only a true master with the sword and pole arms. Has a smattering of martial art training but is more a boxer.
Bio:
In ancient times he fought for his king, a man he loved a little TOO well. As the man was straight and a king all Gabriel could do was be his knight and have a few passive love affairs to fulfill his sexual needs. One of these lovers was a soldier in the king’s guard. The countries enemies paid this guard to kill the king and during a battle at a precious shrine they would have succeeded had Gabe not pushed the king out of the way and taken the blow instead. Falling to what was sure to be his death Gabe lay in a deep chamber of the shrine no one had been in since it was built.
There was a bodiless dragon sprit who was waiting for a man who unlike the many before, would not be driven crazy by the passage of time and its power. Sensing Gabe was such a man the dragon forced itself into his body, fusing with him to save his life. Gabe would live but he’d watch the kingdom he fought and lived for die, along with his king. So he travels the world, looking for something… anything, to keep him sane and maybe something to fight for once again. Or at least something to entertain him…
Appearance:

Gabriel is 6’3 and slender yet muscular. He is partial to neutral colors, his trench coats, and rings. The rings appear decorative but generally have a purpose, including a sharp point to release his blood when necessary. The only thing he wears that is of no value but sentimental is an amulet which he tends to keep in his pocket more then he actually wears it. He doesn’t really like shirts but he will wear one on occasion. He has various battle scars made before he was fused before the dragon as well as a tattoo made by the dragon over his back with it’s wings outstretched.

Originally Posted by Cooking Sherry

Profile Skeleton:
Username: Cooking Sherry
Character Name: Sapphira Hiro (Fenris)
Age: 27
Race: Human (Genetically Enhanced)
Gender: Female
Skills/Powers: Manipulation and control of the shadows. Freedom to travel through the realm of shadows. She has a very logical look at them that most people could not have even guessed. Her 'blood' is oil black, made up of a condensed dark energy. Because of its make, she can control this as well, effectively allowing her to live with the blood substitute.
Bio: Fenris was born in a little town of ninjas. Long story short, the entire thing burned down. There were quite a few survivors, but her parents weren't one of them. She had been lucky to board with someone else instead, but, well, that didn't seem to work out the best for her. They had other plans for an orphan child. She was a table top experiment, used to predict the outcomes of exchanging the blood for another energy filled substance. It brought her more in turned with the shadows, enough so that she was able to escape without very much so meaning to. She was one by a training academy for martial arts, and even with how strange she was, they took her in and trained her in meditation and control. Of course, she learned the martial art in order to become far more in tune with her body and the shadows that were everywhere. Well, she got bored of that and wanders around now, finding fun people and places wherever she so travels.
Appearance: If you knew betty boop back in the old days, well, she's not really like that. She's deathly pale, with only the slightest pink complexion, but, whatever her blood would have colored with blues, purples, or reds, were not colored with grays and blacks. Black hair doesn't exactly pull any interest from her dull appearance, but her bright blue eyes seem to give her all the color in the world. She's fit, trained evenly throughout her curvy form.

Profile Skeleton:
Username: Cooking Sherry
Character Name: Dante De Stephano
Age: 27
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Skills/Powers: Er... kickassery? And the ability to bitch!
Bio: Dante is trapped between working for his father; a mafia lord, and the Italian government. Both side tried to abuse him for his high I.Q. and skills- he's too useful to waste and so easy to manipulate, after all. He is a tool for both sides, and nothing more. The only person who sees him as anything more than that is his dear sister Violetta. Has a phobia of women, and shrinks when he blushes. Despises strange things that can't be explained, such as magic, extra limbs (include wings), and all of that sort. To say the least, he even hates himself.
Appearance: Blond shaggy hair, blue eyes, tall; 6'4", toned muscles with broad shoulders. Most of his power is in his legs. Always wears clothing that covers his entire body- dress shirts and dress pants usually. Scowls a lot and doesn't look very friendly at all.

Originally Posted by Valendra

Username: Valendra

Character Name: Evan Pierre Lucifer Alexanderovich (he picked the name), though he goes by Lucifer

Age: Unknown, some say he's as old as the day and night.

Race: Vampire

Gender: Male

Skills/Powers: He can summon wings, sometimes they appear as wings covered with raven colored feathers, sometimes it's a pair of batwings.
Lucifer is a powerful sorceror, he doesn't use magic much though. That's reserved as a last resort, or for the times when he's bored, in a hurry and such... He can manipulate and bend at his will each of the sorcery elements; water, air, earth, fire, shadow, thunder, necromancy in all forms. All of them except for one, holy.
Also, as a vampire he has quick reflexes, and strength that can be only matched with a supernatural. He can hear heartbeats and see flow of blood in one's veins.
He's good at close combat, he prefers not engaging in one though. Since he doesn't favor any weapon, he usually uses some creative options, by creating them. He's fun to be around as long as you're not the one he's annoyed at, or if he's not bored of you, yet.
He needs to feed regularly with blood in order to survive, but he isn't effected by crosses and garlic. Silver is another subject but his lordship seems to find a way to taunt the sun. He can walk out in daytime, but he still prefers wearing a sunglass and use shades if possible. Secret is known to him only, though he can't stay outdoors more than a couple hours when the sun is out. If it's cloudy, he can walk whole day uneffected by the sun.

Bio: Trick here my friend, is his origins. Lucifer is known by eldest of the earth crawlers, as somewhat close to the creation of the vampires. No one really knows if that rumor is true or not, one thing is certain though; this man is the devil walking up on earth with a humanoid disguise. He can be a total pain in the back, just because he wants to. He has wealth that can make a whole army's families live in luxury for a few generations. Does he use it? Very rarely, his excuse will be because he's bored.
But well, we need to be honest here, he has seen fairly enough to boss and bicker around the people he meets. Does that give him the right to? We don't think so, but he is like a sealed chest, it's hard to get a few words from this guy. Though he's definitely skilled in playing many musical instruments, apperantly likes having intelligent entellectual conversations if he sees one equiped to match his standarts. Well, I said he was an annoying one.
He likes manipulating, doesn't pay attention to ones that order him around. If he's bored, one of the scenarios below will follow.
a) He sits in a spot to his liking -it isn't necessary if there was an occupant of the spot earlier, before it was emptied- and totally ignores existence of his boredom.
b) He simply starts making impolite remarks, his verbal attack to the source of his boredom soon becomes more colorful at each second. As soon as he humiliates the source and annoys them to the bottom of their core, he retreats with a satisfied smirk.
c) He throws a lethal glare down at source of his boredom and erases it's existence from the earth.(uses magic, going offensive, lol)
Well... he's not that scary is he? ._.

Appearance: (a pic coming up..... asap ^^; )
Long blond hair falling to his mid back. Tall and slim build, with posture and manners of a nobleman. He caries himself in arrogance of a model though, he actually deserves it -I think. He has almost androgenous features and a startling pair of green eyes, he has fair skin with an alive color like a mortal human's. Simply doesn't look like a vampire at all.

Originally Posted by Kry

[COLOR="DarkGreen"]Name: Airi
Age: 17
Race: Shapeshifter
Gender: Male
Skills/Powers: Can turn into animals. Real or mythological. Can't mix and match animal parts.
Bio: At the tender young age of 10, he learned he could shift into an animal form. It was simple, his neighbor had a puppy, and he wished to play with that puppy and suddenly found himself in the form of a puppy. Being a child this filled him with excitement and he wished to share this with his parents. It did not turn out well. His mother went into a fit of hysterics, calling him unnatural. His father called him a demonspawn and came at him with a large butcher knife. Airi struggled and flailed. He didn't understand why his parents would act in such away. The scar is from that attack, his father left him laying there in the floor to bleed to death. His parents grabbed some of their things and fled that house. Abandoning him. Nearly dead and barely conscious, she came to him. A woman in all white came to him. When he woke up days later he was healed but left with that scar..and a soft voice sometimes in his mind. A woman's voice. The woman in white.
Appearance:


Username: Kry
Character Name: Amadeo DarkFire
Age: 117
Race: Demon, of sorts. He is unsure of his true lineage
Gender: Male
Skills/Powers: Amadeo can manipulate and create fire with his mind, whatever fire he touches with his mind always turns a dark purple color. Also, Amadeo can manipulate shadows to a point. His ability in shadow manipulation is equal to that of a novice ShadowMage.
Bio: Amadeo cannot remember much of his childhood or early life. The first half of his life shrouded in mystery, the second half he can remember clearly. He remembers that someone had taken him in as a slave. His master had been a vampire. Amadeo did not kill his master of flee him. One day the man did not return home from feeding. Amadeo remained in the Vampire's house for a few days, when still that master did not return he left it. He has been traveling ever since, and the collar he wears around his neck is the slave collar his master put there. The bandages always on his right forearm, from wrist to elbow hide the scars his master left. Amadeo had been his blood slave.
Appearance: Normal Appearance][Emotionally unstable appearance

Originally Posted by Magician Girl Mirani

Username: Magician Girl Mirani
Character Name: Kiara Knight
Age: Sixteen (but seventeen in a few months)
Race: Shadow Kitsune (fox)
Gender: Female
Skills/Powers: Can dissappear into a shadow and reappear in another shadow. Loves fighting with hand to hand and occasionally blades but likes stealthy weapons. She also has the ability to switch between her semi-human form, the form that she is in most of the time, and that of a black fox with a blue tipped tale and underbelly.
Bio: Kiara was raised in a small isolated village. She grew up with an adopted family after her parents were hunted and killed and was forced to hide what she really was from the others of the village. When she turned sixteen she was discovered and driven away and now she seeks sanctuary in the inn.
Appearance: Kiara's hair is a black but it has a blue-ish tint to it. She has black fox ears on top of her head and she has a fox tail tipped with blue. As she ages she gains more tails. Usually she dresses in black. Her eyes are a dark blue in colour and her skin is pale. (Don't have a picture sorry.)

Originally Posted by JessehBoo

Username: JessehBoo
Character Name: Ahraina Lotus ("Ah-rae-nah Low-tus")
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Skills/Powers: Empathy (can read, feel and manipulate the emotions of others)
Bio: Personailty wise she is quiet, doesnt talk much, and when she does talk, she doesnt like to talk about herself at all. Untrusting, can sometimes seem cold, hollow. Yet truly she is a softy, theres just a hard shell to get through. Has good manners, yet they are soft spoken, and usually not heard. Is generous, and usually never takes things given/offered to her and she is not easily bothered.

Not much is really known about her, she doesnt even talk to her family alot. Though they've been trying to get through to her. She can sometimes be found sitting on a corner playing her guitar with a hat filled with a few quarters or bills. Rain will then drop off the money at the orphanage, without a word. She herself was an orphan, abandoned at the age of 10, and the heartbreak is there to this day. Since then she has had trust issues.

Growing up with the power she had was hard, when she was younger she called children out on their jealousy and sadness and they would get annoyed and angry with her. Eventually she just stopped talking to people, reading their feelings in silence and trying not to feel them herself. Pain was the hardest to ignore, emotional or physical. Heartbreak or broken bone, they both hurt.

Music is a way Rain pours out the emotions shes built up from other people, when she plays they slowly leave her body until she is left with only her own emotion. Sometimes she will sing, but only when there is no one around, since the lyrics she sings will coinside with whichever is the dominant emotion in the storm of them that builds up inside her, and she is nevere sure which words will come out.

(musical voice and playing = http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Df4xD...eature=related)

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Username: JessehBoo
Character Name: Aiden Distel
Age: roughly 72, soon to be 73, appears to be 26 ish.
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Skills/Powers: Can speak to other people through there minds, yet cannot read or get into the mind anyother way, only communication. Once he has tapped into a mind he can speak to them from any location, no matter how far. Basic Vampire Abilities.
Weapons: dual guns that are hidden in his jacket. (their really white)
Biography: Aiden grew up with an average life. He was decent in school, had normal parents with average jobs, and looked foward to college in his future. Thought of being in love, getting married and having a family. He thought he had love when he was about 20 years old. The boy had fallen for a girl in his Literature class. Her name was Abigail Reynolds. She was beautiful to him and he to her. On their 3 year anniversary Aiden proposed and Abigail was in a state of euphoria.

However, happy endings dont exist.

On a trip to his fathers, Aiden never came back. His screams filled an empty alley a few blocks away from his fathers apartment. When he awoke, he returned home, not remembering much from the night before, yet once he got home, the hunger set in, and he drained his fiance of the blood that pumped through the heart that she loved him with.

He still wears the locket that he had given to for her 22nd birthday, which had a picture of both of them at New years and then one of just him, signed "i love you till forever". Since then he has hated what he is, feeds on animals and is very careful around people when is comes to his hunger. Yet when he forgets to feed and lets himself go thirsty, there may be an unsuspecting person that goes missing by the nights end. He is very charming and gentlemanly and loves to cook, even now. Very kind and understanding, as well as playful at times.
Appearance

Huh... so that was it? Pretty, but really out of the way. To think a place like this was off the map. He shoved his hands in his pockets, taking an easy stroll through the garden. He'd been able to purchase clothes from this area earlier this day, but the walk here had taken hours. It was nearing dusk. A beautiful sunset greeted a very time lagged and drowsy man. He practically towered over the garden, standing an easy six foot four. The orange sunlight danced across his blond hair and played against a single red earring, a gold coin dangling from a thick woven string and the surface of his glasses, hiding those tired and bored eyes behind. He was fit and without openings, always prepared, ever paranoid for his safety.

His muscles were easily outlined through his clothing, giving his hips of an athlete, muscular legs, and a toned torso and arms. As per usual, he kept some of his usual clothing habits- dress pants, loose yet dressy shirts, and those tiny little details that just gave an outfit personality. And now, here he was, basking in the beauty of this silent and seemingly abandoned castle. The defences were terrible so far, but perhaps there were none, oddly enough. It happens when people are too free spirited and trusting of their environments.

Arina trotted about inside the place, cleaning off tables and dusting, all the little things that came with owning a business, that few people seemed to come to anymore. She hummed to herself as she moved easily through the room blond hair flowing behind her. She moved just a little faster than a normal human being would, but that's expected with not being human and all. She finished cleaning the tables quickly and moved on to the kitchen to clean what little dishes had been dirtied.

And there, the first sign of life went trotting right in without even taking noting to him. Either she was blind, or dunce. Did she even care? Of well. He sighed, shoving his right hand comfortably into his pocket and heading right inside after her. He'd have to stay here for God knows how long, and so far, the only sign of company was female. Things were already looking down. Hopefully she knew something about personal space and didn't come too close to him.

Well, he needed to do something. He'd have to stay here no matter how uncomfortable he was with it. He knew his boss was laughing back in Italy just knowing that he was trapped doing this job. he didn't care how much it paid, it was terrible placement! He just sucked it up and headed after the woman, holding the door open with his free hand and glancing back to make sure he wasn't shutting the door on anyone- a part of his character's personality- gentlemanly. "Excuse me." The British accent was obvious in an instant and he straightened himself out and moved in closer. "Might you have a spare room I could stay in for awhile?"

Amorni held his hand over the wound on his stomach as the shadows wrapped around him trying to help and calm him.He coughed and watched in horror as blood spilled out of his mouth.He looked up as he fell to the ground and saw a castle like place.He pried himself up off of the ground and walked/stumbled up to the structure and struggled to push open the dark wooden doors.He stumbled through the thresh hold and caught himself on a table.He felt the world spin around him as the lose of blood started to take it's toll on him.He didn't know what to do as he saw a man talking to a girl.He hadn't talked to any and hadn't eaten for as long as he could remember.He knees gave out and he crashed to the floor.

Two figures darted through the trees of the forest, quickly making their way out of the city, shouts from a small mob still ringing though the air. The smaller of the two stumbles and nearly falls, crimson splashing onto the dead leaves below his feet.

"Hayaku(hurry), Samhain!" Ti, the taller, older-looking of the two called, grabbing the younger one's arm, other hand on the hilt of the sword at his back. Samhain made a small noise as he was tugged along at the high pace, cringing slightly as they ran.

"Where are we going!?" Samhain called, worry and pain in his strange amber eyes.

"A haven, if it's still there." The scarred Dhampir responded as the trees blurred by.

They slowed as the forest began to give way to more underbrush, and the smell of flowers-and something else- reached their noses. Samhain's wound was already mending, the blood stopping it's vicious flow. "Are we close?" He asked, looking up to Ti. "They won't follow, will they?" He glanced behind them, only the steadily darkening trees in his sight

"No, the humans shouldn't be able to reach us here." He said as he scanned the area. What is that smell? He could smell blood, but it wasn't normal. He sighed inwardly before taking his "child's" hand and leading him out of the woods into the lush gardens, the stone building standing in all it's grandeur. He was wary of the strange smell but he was willing to take a chance.

( Well, that's an entertaining entrance if any. :D )

Dante stiffened as the strong scent of blood filled his nostrils. He spun on his heel, looking right to the man that tumbled onto one of the tables. Well... that was very unpleasant. And it confirms his theory that this place was defenceless! He hurried over to the man's side, gently lifting him up and laying his on the him back on the floor. It was best not to move someone in this state very far; for one, it'd jostle the wounds. "If this is the welcoming committee, I'm already over my head..." He muttered, carefully pulling away the man's shirt to examine the wound... "Towels.. or some kind of lint free absorbent cloth, post stat, my dear." He called out to the blond. "Preferably without chemicals on it!"

(( Need girls or guys? ))

(( Not sure if it matters. Kitty has stepped out for a moment, she'll be back in a bit and answer your question.))

( Manly men! Preferably straight, seeing as they all seem to go gay within a few days... )

(( lol... the Mulan song just popped into my head))

A small white cat would be the second sign of life, it’s paws silent on the walk way as it lead a turquoise haired girl towards the front door. Well… it was more chasing small bugs up the walk way then leading but it was ahead of her anyway and her hazel eyes followed each motion. The young woman couldn’t help but smile a little, finding the ball of fluff adorable as always. Then again.. She always did have a penchant for cute things.

As she walked a silver chain belt jingled softly against her black slacks, her clothing as usual plain but her jewelry not so much. She wore beneath these black slacks lace up boots and above them a black vest and long sleeved, off the shoulder, purple top. Disappearing under the loose silky sleeves were black gloves that she always were with everything…Around her wrist were silver bangles, in her ears were simple studs with crosses hanging from them that matched the ones hanging from her belt. In each cross was a small blue stone. Holding her hair back on one side of her face was a black bow with a chain and blue stone decorating the center.

Continuing her steps she would pick up the white cat as she reached the door, holding it against her as she watched the gentlemen opening the door. Smiling faintly at the polite gesture she looked between him and the woman walking inside curiously, too polite to interrupt. Hugging the cat like one might a doll she muttered in a whisper so quiet a human couldn’t hear, “maybe we-”

Before she could finish her thoughts aloud she would see the man stumble from the shadows and let out a gasp, biting her lip. Setting her cat down gently she’d walk to him, kneeling to check for wounds with those gloved hands of hers though she hesitated. As the other man swooped in she nodded, glancing up at him a moment before looking to her own pack. She pulled out a few cotton shirts and held them out, “will these do?” They were plain t-shirts so should work…

The cat, meanwhile, didn’t seem particularly interested and instead walked back outside. It spotted the two part vampires and sniffed the air, watching them with a curious glint to its eyes. It was intrigued more by them then by the blood… they were certain to live after all.

Dante looked to the girl next to her for only a moment, a bit freaked that she was so close, but... bah! Now wasn't the time for phobias. He took the shirts straight from her grasp, gently pressing them into the wounds to get them in before applying pressure, stopping the blood flow. "Call the hospital. His wounds are much too extreme for a first aide kit." He looked to the girl next to him, then reached over, gently patting the blond's cheek to try and get some kind of response. "Oi, stay awake!" He was cold. Loosing blood rather quickly. He couldn't do anything for something this extreme.

Nenet sniffed around the garden path behind the castle, paws making almost no noise in the stones. Her anklet and bracelet glinted in the last rays of the sun, and she looked up at the darkening sky. ~This place smells nice.~ She sniffed the air again, catching a whiff of odd blood, and bounded in the direction it came from, sleek wolf's body almost seeming to melt in the shadows, just for her coloring. She paused in the bushes, looking around to find where the scent came from, and seeing more people there than she had expected. She settled down in the bushes to watch, more interested in keeping her hide intact than helping someone who already had help.

Samhain looked to his elder again, a bit confused as to why the had stopped. He then caught the smell of blood on the air. Pangs of hunger struck him as the scent seemed to get thicker. "Xiong(sire)... what is it?" He asked.

Ti looked to Samhain, then back to the Inn, new things barraging his senses. He could feel the energy of Fae, and smell the musk of a Were. Maybe coming here was a bad Idea. he thought as he weighed the chances. They could enter the grounds and possibly be safe, but the Were could be one that is part of the blood-feud between vampires and Weres. The Fae could be one that dislikes those of the dark just on principle, and the injured one could be a dangerous for him to bring Samhain around, the boy needed to feed. But news of the two supernaturals in the area would soon spread and humans would be on the look out in cities near- by.

"Let's go. I don't want those humans to get us again!" Samhain plead, tugging a bit on Ti's trench coat. Ti sighed and nodded, leading them forward, his heavy boots making barely a sound as he stepped onto the paved path. Samhain followed, his footsteps not as sure or as quiet.

She nodded, searching through her bag until she found her cell phone. She paused a moment, thinking. She remembered hearing something about a healer. Still… what could did that do being it seemed she was out and time was of the essence. Overcoming her brief uncertainty she began to place the call, standing to walk over to a window. She left her bag next to the two men, figuring he could grab another t shirt if he needed it. It would seem she would already have to go buy some new clothes after all… oh well, her parents had left behind more then memories for her so she didn’t have to worry about it too much.

The cat, Fanti’, meanwhile was still outside, watching as the two Dhampire’s approached. For a moment it seemed to hesitate as if in thought but quickly it made it’s decision. Pouncing forward it would paw Ti’s flickering trench coat, gazing up at the two. It was curious about them it seemed. Then again,like most cats, there was not much Fanti’ wasn’t curious about.

((be back later, dinner.))

Amorni flinched slightly as the man touched him.Physical contact was one of the things he feared most considering things in his past.He groaned in pain as he felt the poison seep into him.The thing that had hit him had been man made and it scared the living crap outta him.He opened his eyes as the pain ran through him and throbbed.He looked at him feeling only good from him.He almost sighed in relief as he felt the darkness over come him as he passed out.The shadows hissed in protest and hovered over Amorni and the other man helplessly.

Well, shit. He was out cold and the city was one Hell of a drive away. Safe haven, right. A place like this needed a doctor in it! He sighed, figuring this guy would be dead in no time with this set up. Just because you're feuding, doesn't mean you should separate yourselves from much needed resources. Oh well, he had to try and keep this guy living as long as possible. "Oi, green girly. Grab a few of those pillows over there." If they could elevate his legs, then the blood flow would stay mainly around his vitals.

Sio blinked as he said ‘green girly’. Her hair was blue not green but he probably meant her. Sighing she muttered, “My name’s Sio…” as she walked to the couch. She grabbed a few pillows with one hand while still on the phone with the other. She would hand the pillows over quickly, not sure what he wanted of them quite yet. The dispatch didn’t seem to want to cooperate once she mentioned where it was.

Sighing again out of frustration she repeated herself, “Yes I’m sure it’s bad enough we need help, His stomach is torn open and he’s bleeding all over the floor! Bloods coming out of his mouth… we need help NOW.” She had been polite up to this moment but she was becoming rapidly annoyed. Why were they being so weird?

Dante went ahead and lifting one leg after the other, elevating them both with the pillows. "And grab me a blanket." He sighed. Where was that blond chick from earlier? He went stiff suddenly as that greenish hair girl started shouting. Of, that sent shivers through him. He did not enjoy listening to that. "Forget it. If you try to throw it at them like that, then they'll just take their merry time getting here and let the bloody bastard die." He sighed, reaching his hand into his pocket and shifting it a bit before returning it to applying pressure on the man's wounds. Maybe with a bit of a push they would actually do their jobs.

Ti stopped as a white blur darted in front of him. He immediately had a dagger out and had it poised to throw when he looked down to see a fluffy white cat batting at the tattered ends of his trench. "N... nani ka?(what the...)" He lowered his arm but didn't tuck the dagger away yet.

Samhain made a small noise when he saw the cat, taking a step backwards. He stared a bit, but then looked to the big stone building. "There's something wrong with the shadows here...." He said, slightly worried. "What if is has to do with who is hurt?"

Ti took another look at the cat before closing his eyes and focusing on the dark corners of the room inside. He saw flashes of blood and three people, one of them with grave injuries. Why can't I see properly? he thought. "Lets go inside, come Samhain." He briskly walked, putting the dagger back and stepping over the cat, making his way to the heavy doors. He put aside his doubts and uncertainty as he pushed open the door with ease, Samhain gasping slightly as he saw the man bleeding on the floor.

Ti dropped the bag off his shoulder and went to the man's side. "What happened here?" he asked the blond man that was crouched there. He gestured for the man to move his hand so he could look at the wound.

Dante glanced to the newcomers and sighed. Great, they were bloody as well. At least it seemed old... Well, the blood didn't. The wounds did. Probably some effed up logic that went along with this place. "Knife wound across the torso. He's bleeding through his mouth. And it looks and smells god awful- probably a poison kicking in." He muttered, glancing to the man warily before gently pulling the cloth away, trying not to agitate the wound too much.

((okay this will probably be my last post for the day, my wrist is killing me))

Sio looked over him as he spoke, looking shocked. Frowning at him she appeared… confused. Speaking in her soft voice again she whispered her thought aloud, “How could they do that? He’s still a person.” She had experienced much more pain in her life then her background would imply but somehow she had still retained so much innocence and that was clear. She didn’t realize how another person could deliberately hurt another, simply because she couldn’t.

Hearing the vampire she glanced at him, biting her lip. She turned as she saw they had it better in hand then she could and began to speak softer to the dispatcher once more.. Nearly pleading for them to come. She could tell in the dispatcher’s voice, however, that he had no intention of sending someone…. At least in time to do something.

The kitty meanwhile had watched a moment in annoyance as the vampire left, clearly not liking that his toy was leaving. Chasing after him she skipped quietly, chasing the coat. It didn’t even glance at the bleeding man, simply chasing the coat and playing with the tattered ends. It was not interested…

(( just so you know: ~this~ means that Samhain and Ti are talking telepathically ))

Ti looked the wound over as he unclasped his sword and shrugged off his trench, Samhain instinctively moving to take the heavy blade from him. "Kuso.... Samhain, get my kit." He said, not even looking up. He held a hand above the wound, starting to use his powers to control the blood flow, making start to slow.

"Here...." He set down a leather bag next to Ti. ~Are you sure you can help him? it looks pretty bad~

~ I should be able too... I've cleaned up worse than this before.I have no idea what the poison is though...~ Ti used his other hand to open the bag and start grabbing things from it. Bubbles of water formed from the air and started to boil, falling into a bowl he set out. He selected a few tools and put them into the water, sanitizing them. He could smell that the man across from him was human, but he didn't care at that point, the bleeding creature below them mattered more. He never looked at the blond's face as he turned to watch the blood flowing from the wound stop, removing his hand to dip them both in the hot water.