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    * Name: Drake Schnieder

    * Nickname*:  N/A

    * Species: Werewolf

    * Appearance: Standard yellow eyes, black hair always carefully brushed, dark eyes, and a lithe build.

    * Age: 27

    * Gender: Male

    * History:  To start things off, Drake was born a werewolf, there was no tragic accident where he was wounded... Nope, all genetics. He never knew his father, but that didn't really matter, what mattered was that the ALPHA was still in charge to keep the pack together. He came to even think of his pack alpha as his father. Growing up with this high respect, Drake eventually came to the descision that he would take the title and make his "father" proud. Through a series of rather uneventful events, he took the title for himself and has held it since he was 19.

    * Personality:  OCD, respectful, quiet, a thinker

    * Occupation: Alpha

    * Likes:  Order, books, turtles (because they rarely make a mess), coffee

    * Dislikes: Chaos, art ("Because it's chaotic"), toffee, Itallian food, book marks ("They leave indents within the pages.)

    * Worst/greatest fear: Losing everything he worked so hard to gain.

    * Was there someone who affected who you are today*: The alpha male he grew up serving

    * Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): N/A

    * Weapon*:  N/A

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    * Name: Damon Volkre Leonov

    * Nickname*: N/A

    * Species: Werewolf

    * Appearance: Tanned skin, lean build with scars from multiple trespassing punishments (because he's just that much of a hot-headed moron.)

Tousled blond hair and the standard yellow eyes.

Stands at 5'2" and weighs at 125 lbs.

    * Age: 21

    * Gender: Male

    * History: Damon grew up with a normal family and a pretty average life. ... As average as an adolecent teenage boy's can be when taking the phrase "Teenage Rebellion" to the extreme. Throughout his young life, he was constantly picked on for his height (or so he thought, often it was a misunderstanding with Damon flying off the handle) and getting into fist fights. From there the temper grew out of control and was sent off to an Anger Management class. A few weeks into the classes and heading his merry way home, he catches a short comment from a werewolf and, thinking that it was aimed at him, picks yet another fight and is bitten.The rest is history.

    * Personality: Extremely tempermental, insensitive, proud, prankster, loud, fiercely loyal to those who earn his respect, and generally obnoxious.

    * Occupation: It changes from week to week

    * Likes: Alcohol, orphans (but this is a secret), metal (except silver) and wood working

    * Dislikes: Anyone mentioning his height, "pansy" men, someone who can't hold their alcohol, his pack leader

    * Worst/greatest fear: Losing to a woman in a drinking contest

    * Was there someone who affected who you are today*: N/A

    * Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): N/A

    * Weapon*:  N/A

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    * Name: Yves Björnsonur

    * Nickname*:  N/A

    * Species: Incubus

    * Appearance: Black horns ("Gazelle", 10")

Layered black hair that reaches his shoulders, has the occasional bright blue streak.

To mortals, his eyes are green while to fellow supernatural, they appear purple.

Creme skin, lithe build thanks to excessive ectasy-induced dancing.

Commonly found in raver-esque clothing, punk every now and then, anything eye catching really.

Stands at 5'8" and weighs at 118 lbs.

    * Age: 102

    * Gender: Male

    * History: Alright, story time!

Once upon a time ago in an Icelandic town called Bolungarvik, an incubus was born bearing the name Yves. He grew up with mother issues (the base roots of his dislike for women) and eventually is kicked out of the nest. Ah the scent of teenage rebellion! Later after drifting/sneaking across European borders, he eventually comes across the harem-running succubus Anici and becomes one of her students. Many conflicts ensue (and further deepening of that dislike) and young Yves comes to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, life would be a easier if he didn't have someone telling him how it SHOULD run and with this in his rebellious head, he gracefully sneaks away in the middle of the night with a rather short "F. U." note left behind for his teacher. (And from this experience, he decides that to FURTHER prove his point of breaking away, he lets his hair grow out. The reasonings could also partially include the need to cover the brand on the back of his neck, a cobra's head (Anici's trademark symbol. All of her students have it branded into their skin, but that's another story.)) 

Yves soon finds that leaving his teacher was much more difficult then he first assumed and ends up fleeing to the states, living in slight fear until realization strikes, telling him...

"Hey stupid! She doesn't have any control over here!"

...From that moment on, he relaxed tremendously and began life anew as an X using raver. Right now his main hobby is stalking his "pet" (a student-teacher by the name of Fritz) 24/7/365.

    * Personality:  Flirtatious, party-animal, possessive, lazy

    * Occupation: Prostitute (In a round about way)

    * Likes:  Fritz, blonds, the taste of peaches, X

    * Dislikes: Women, succubi, his teacher, knives, dinner parties, boredom

    * Worst/greatest fear: Dying in a "stupid" manner

    * Was there someone who affected who you are today*: Fritz, Anici

    * Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Minimal magic, can heal small cuts. 

    * Weapon*:  N/A

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Name: Nevan (No known last name)

Nickname: Nev, Nevy, or just plain Nevan

Species: Vampire

Appearance: Stands at 5'7" and weighs at 105 lbs; medium length hair fluffed up into spikes (think typical j-rocker); some sort of eye make-up; Light tanned skin tone; skin and bones for the most part, he may not look like he has muscle but it's there... ; Most commonly seen wearing skinny jeans, some skin tight shirt with no logo, sneakers, and a coat with a fur lined hood, hat is optional but more commonly seen in the day if he bothers risking going out;

Age: 43 (But almost living out a preteen mentality)

Gender: Male

History: Not much in all honesty, he was a problem child for his folks and decided he was going to run away one night with his "boyfriend" (the man was just using him). He and boyfriend are living somewhat well when it turns out that hey, boyfriend's cheating on him with a chick. Pissed beyond belief, he barges in and starts throwing a rage fit, it wasn't until boyfriend's head kind of rolls off his body that Nevan realizes, 'oh crap' and the truth dawns on him that this chick was really just a vampire.Skipping a while later, you have the current Nevan who, up until he was recruited for some organization which frankly meant free food for all those nifty assassination jobs, he had been roaming the streets rather aimlessly and trying to find his calling in life.

Personality:  Flirty (but nothing serious, rather light), mistrusting, a little spiteful toward happy couples, sarcastic, whimsical

Occupation: Lackey pretty much sums it up, he'll take any job he can though

Likes: Blood, pain (Masochist to the extreme), heavy metal, torture, eye shadow

Dislikes: Lipstick, baggy pants, gloves (unless they lack fingers, he doesn't like having his nails covered), "clunker" boots, "biker fags" (you'd have to ask him)

Worse/Greatest Fear: Losing his place in the org. because it means no more free food

Was there someone who affected who you are today: "That one vampire chick who turned me because a) she bit me b) she introduced me to the joys of masochism c) she lopped off that idiots head. I wanna know how she did it."

Powers: "That's on a need to know basis only."

Weapon: Just a couple of knives and his teeth

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Name: Badass Little Uke  Conner

Nickname*: DJ D3ADM4N (Pronounced like Dead Man, yo)

Species: Vampire

Appearance: STANDING AT AN AMAZING 5'7" AND WEIGHING AT 142 POUNDS, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN GIVE IT UP FOR DJ DDDDD333333AAAAADDDDDMMMMM444444NNNNN!

Black hair in a shaggy boy's cut, blue eyes, and olive skin tone. (F that pale skin mold!)

Often seen having a set of headphones around his neck, fingerless gloves, baggy jeans, a pair of good ol' sneaks, and a random skin tight band shirt. For the hell of it, occasionally will wear a pair of glasses.

Age: 96

Gender: Male

History: Pfft! EASY QUESTION IS EASY~

On his way home (a studio apartment within walking distance) from a successful night of clubbing, dear Conner boy was jumped by a half-starved vampire (Zeke) and left in a dumpster.

FROM THAT EVENING ON, HE BECAME ONE OF THE VAMPIRE CROWD, STALKING THE NIGHT AND DRAINING MEN AND WOMEN ALIKE! ...Oh and constantly ragging on Zeke for making him into one. (They're roommates, hahahah~ ) On to how they became roommates! It was more of a rather pissed (not the drunken sense, hurhur...) Conner going after Zeke, threatening to call the cops/newspaper/news station/etc... Then the hung over Z-Man, not really thinking about what he was saying at the time, offering to make up for it by letting the DJ move in with him. (Talk about whipped!) At this point of time, threatening to kick Conner out is a rather empty threat.

Personality: Spontanious, loud, creative, "more action, less thinking!"

Occupation: Club DJ

Likes: Searching for the "perfect beat", coffee, music

Dislikes: Puzzles, tea, chess

Worst/greatest fear: Finding a song that's impossible to remix

Was there someone who affected who you are today*: Zeke

Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Doesn't care for them

Weapon*: Doesn't care for them

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Name: Easily Annoyed Seme Zeke

Nickname*: Z-Man

Species: Of the blood-sucking kind

Appearance: 6' exact at 150 pounds! AMAZING! Zeke, seeing as he's yet ANOTHER clubber, has his hair cropped short and is a dyed orange-red; it's also constantly sticking up everywhere thanks to a permament bed head.

Unlike the other clubbers/ravers, he goes for the formal look. His work attire consists of a pair of black slacks and a pin-stripe vest with a dark red button up shirt to go with. At home, he's usually in boxers and a rather ragged t-shirt (except when he HAS to go outside, then he adds a loose pair of jeans to the mix.)

Age: 114

Gender: Male

History: He doesn't like to talk about his history too much but when he does, Z-Man will often shorten it up to three sentences.

"A friend came over after she was attacked and was a total mess so I let her stay the night. Next morning, she was tearing at my throat up until my girlfriend came home. She was on her faster than a fly on a body and ran off after Tanya was deader than dead."

Personality: Compared to Conner he's "dull", "More thought, less action!", logical, quiet, often his actions are heavily premeditated

Occupation: Bar tender at the same club Conner DJs at

Likes: Puzzles, chess, tea, beating Conner at something

Dislikes: The word "vampire", how often Conner gets himself in trouble and how often he has to get him out of it, losing to Conner, coffee, fights he can't win

Worst/greatest fear: Conner actually solving one of his riddles, making another vampire

Was there someone who affected who you are today*: "No one you know, punk."

Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Doesn't bother with them too much

Weapon*: Can of mace and a butterknife

"What? Butterknives are reliable is a losing fight. In example, while the other fighter is busy laughing at my "pathetic" weapon, I take the opportunity to run away to avoid the situation entirely."

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Name: Silas

Nickname*: Not available~

Species: Demon

Appearance: Standing at 5'9" and weighing at 144 pounds, I present to you dear friends, Silus. Silus is a very serious character who takes life very seriously. For serious realz. So seriously in fact, that you can tell by his constant mop of brown "Sex Hair" and dirt smeared clothing. (Usually consisting of camo print cargos, combat boots, and a dark green wifebeater/sweater (on nippy days)) His only unusual characteristic would be his red eyes with slits for pupils.

Age: 598

Gender: Male

History: Nothing that he will reveal to anyone, but we'll just label it as "Not Pretty"

Personality: Playful, smooth-talker, manipulative, shallow, impulsive (Typical traits of a sociopath, dudez)

Occupation: Nothing, that free loader! >:0

Likes: Smoking, sex, "fun" accessories, shovels "So many uses..."

Dislikes: His rank, scented candles, politics (for any species)

Worst/greatest fear: Never being able to smoke again

Was there someone who affected who you are today*: No one

Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): Nothing notable, currently studying magic

Weapon*: Chain Whip

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    * Name: Bao Xiu Huǒ Mei

    * Nickname*: Mei (Pronounced like 'my')

    * Species**:  Kitsune

    * Appearance: Mei stands at 5'4" and weighs in at 106 lbs. She often wears her hair (black) in a rather messy bun to keep it out of her eyes (yellow). Like any other kitsune, she possesses a pair of ears and a tail (dark red fur with white tips on the ears. Because the tail is just boring like that.)

This little fox faerie often is seen sporting a considerably modern geisha kimono modified to her tastes with a pair of geta. (The kimono has a rather short okumi (stops mid-thigh) and a long Ushiromigoro. The sode's drop down way past her hands to her knees. Overall it's a light peach color with yellow flower print and orange trim.)

Besides this, she's often seen carrying a Western (yes, Western) lantern either  by it's handle or off a cord looped around her waist. Every now and then, this item is filled with her special "fire flies"  (see below)

    * Age: 398

    * Gender: Female

    * History: Mei's grown up with a pretty average life for a Kitsune. She's the oldest of three sisters and one brother so handling children really isn't much of a problem for her, taking care of her dying mother isn't much of a bother to her either seeing as she has first dibs on her soul. (Though she can never figure out why her mother gave her and her siblings names of a Chinese origin...) She spends her free time watching the sun rise and set while remapping the territory.

    * Personality: Highly mischevious, greedy for knowledge, loyal, optimistic in a round about way

    * Occupation:  One of the elite members of Snowe's clan

    * Likes: Cartography, fire, bao (those amazing sweet buns~;), the human's Halloween, masks, spying on people

    * Dislikes: Playing leader, runny ink, bad parchment, make-up, getting caught

    * Worst/greatest fear: Drowning

    * Was there someone who affected who you are today*: N/A dudez

    * Powers (weres and humans ignore this one): She has a preference for fire-based magic; other than that, she has created a special spell that generates a batch of 10 "fire flies" that act like extra sets of eyes. The trade off of fully using these her bugs, Mei has to temporarily give up her sight and has to put herself in a trance in return.

    * Weapon*:  The lantern and the cord it's often swinging from

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Name: Keenan Valentine

Nickname: Valentine

Species: Werewolf

Appearance: Valentine weighs in at about 175 lbs (of pure MUSCLE, imagine him tackling you at full fucking speed. :I) and stands at 6'1" He takes great pride in his post-apocalyptic survivor look going on. Black hair always a tangled mess in a way that looks good on him, pale skin as if he were shunning the light, dark green eyes... Now couple this with a black trench coat with a tattered end, a dirty tee shirt ripped strategically to show off his abdomen, pants ripped vertically from various activities, steel toe boots, a pair of dog tags, some fingerless gloves, and last but not least, his favorite accessory, a chain that loops around his waist that doubles both as a weapon and a belt if needed.

...Or to restrain whoever he happens to be banging that night.

Age: 34

Gender: Male

History: He likes to keep his history on the down low honestly... But to the few he DOES tell, he'll just give the bare bones and threaten to kill the listener if they press for details, no matter who they are.

"I used to be part of some silly cult, right? But see, my views and everyone else's views were constantly conflicting each other. While they were mindlessly pursuing their goal, I was calculating the important things, like what strategies will give us the higher success rate. Makes sense right? Do they listen though? No, of course not! So I left and founded my... Company."

Personality: Cunning, selfish, egotisical, manipulative, power-hungry

Occupation: Leader of the organization known as The Family.

Likes: Rough sex with no foreplay, power, getting what he wants, crushing other mercenary companies to the dust

Dislikes: Smart asses, being turned down for sex, having one of his men captured

Worse/Greatest Fear: Retiring

Was There Someone Who Affected Who You Are Today: A teacher in elementary school

Powers: Unknown 

Weapons: That chain belt he loves to wear, a gun

Name: Aletial_______

Nickname: Snowe Fouxx

Species: Kitsune

Appearance:

Age: 333

Gender: male

History: Born the youngest out of three children, it was believed he would be nothing more than nourishment to the clans heir or rather, his eldest brother. Because of this, Snowe was neglected in everything save training. (after all if he were to be food, he better be worth eating.) This very idea robbed him of any emotional development, thus granting his unexpressive and calculative methods in which he unraveled a solution to his pressing demise. Simply use the extra training granted to himself against his eldest brother, and in turn consume his soul. His actions came simply out of the necessity to live, however his other brother, outraged by the “slaves” defiance, tried to assassinate Snowe, his attempts failed miserably, and his soul was devoured by Snowe. With the two eldest dead, the only heir left was Snowe, and with time his father met his demise (unfortunately Snowe was not there to take his soul as well) and Snowe overtook the clan.

 Personality: Snowe, like all Kitsune’s, is quite complex. He views everything like a game in which he can manipulate. He comes off as playful, relaxed, charming, very protective and thoughtful. However the truth is that he’s cold, calculating and void of most emotion in general.

 Occupation: Author

Likes: Writing novels or poetry, rain, the moon, beauty, fear or creepy things, the number 3

Dislikes: Ignorance, stubbornness, ugly or disgusting things

Worst/greatest fear: Afterlife, not death, but what follows.

Was there someone who affected who you are today: No one.

Powers: Control over wind, the air in general.

Weapon: Four chains, two with a scythe at one end and a weighted ball at the other, the other two with slight curved  blades on either end.