Characters
Name: Layla Sunri
Nicknames: none
Gender: female
Age: twenty-three
Date Of Birth: in late spring
Title: Princess
Race: Human
Personality: Wise. Yes most call her wise. She is young yet many hold her with more respect then their own parents. She lovees a good game of chess and walked in the gardens. She sings when the sun is out and dances when the rain or snow come from the sky. She is happy yet she is stern. Layla came to help this land
What do they look like?
Picture:
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5’8
Weight: 120
Anything else?
Likes: Sunny days
Rain
the forest
horses
Dislikes: War
Blood
Habits: tends to try and cheer people up
Flaws:
History:
Skills:
Any extra needed to know information?
Smoke? No
Drink? no
Drugs? No
Children? No
Zodiac Sign: unknown
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Name: Demona Morgan
Nicknames: none
Gender: female
Age: looks twenty-one but is older
Date Of Birth: unknown
Title:Soon to be Queen
Race: Vampire
Personality: Demona is a leader. Born and raise that way. Her father was a duke so she had to bred and raised into the perfect vampire. She can be cold and heartless but something else lies beneath the surface. She is very competitive and ready for any challenge. She is a bit bitter about the fact she has to wed the king but she got over that soon enough. The one thing that was a plus for her was that she was a born vampire. Most pure bloods have been killed or vanished only a few blood lines still run wild.
What do they look like?
Picture:
Eye Color: blue they do change color with her mood
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5’9
Weight: 125 muscle
Tattoos: lower back piece
Piercings: five in each ear
Anything else?
Likes: Blood
Rain
the forest( long ago when she traveled into another land)
horses
Dislikes: Snotty people
bright sunny days
hot days
Habits: Plays with her scar when nervous
Flaws: She thinks she is a flaw herself
History: The day the dark hair babe was born the town celebrated. She would be one of the first pure vampires born in ages. Her blue eyes changed color with her mood showing her heritage. Demona would be her name the same name of one of the first vampires. She would be a worth vampire of anything the town or her father want.
Demona grew up slowly. Pure vampire age about one human year every ten years. They aging process slows almost to a stop around twenty or so. Some vampire age a bit more but not much. By the time she was two hundred her body had formed into a dazzling woman's figure. She was prized in the village for not only her wisdom but her looks. Demona hated being so prized. Yes had past as she watched her family feed and wars come and go. As a child vampire she had it easy. getting food was like taking candy from a baby. All she had to do was tell some human she was lost.
But the real story started at her Two hundredth birthday.
" Demona! You look lovely," A chubby, short woman said as she hugged Demona. Her black hair rushed forward form the impact of the woman and she smiled as she spoke," And you aunt her been feeding to much." She laughed softly and her aunt huffed a sigh," Only the finest touches my lips." Aunt smiled evilly and took Demona's hand." Come my child."
Demona walked out into the garden of their castle. She had it made just for her a half a century ago. It held all the most finest plants. Demona looked up at the glass and smiled. One of the only green houses in the horrid land. Her long legs had to slow their pace to let her aunt keep just ahead of her. It was polite since her aunt was older and higher in rank.
" Demona snap out of it." The older woman said with a snap of her fingers." Sit please we must talk."
Demona followed her and sat next to her on a bench next to the lovely rose bushed. Blood red and black. " Aunt why did you come today? IN truth you have been far to busy to see me for ages why now?" Demona pulled off a rose and looked at the petals. The little veins races through it like the veins in the human body but they did not carry the food she needed.
Her aunt sighed and then smiled while she took Demona's hands in hers." You are about to become more than a duchess more than one vampire among the many. You my child are to be wed with the king." The old woman almost sand as she spoke. Demona grasped the rose so tightly her hand began to bleed. She clenched her teeth as she talked," You set me up with a man I have meet only a handful of time?"
" Yes but dear." the woman started to say before Demona ripped her hands away. He blue eyes bleed to pure black. Filled with rage and anger.
" I am not some prize like father once thought. I am a living creature. I breath the same air you do." Demona tossed the bloodie rose to the ground and turned her face away from her aunt as blood red tears rolled down her face.
" My dear," Her aunt said as she got up." You are going to rule over all of this be happy. The coach is ready for you. I will have your things sent to you later. I am sure the king is waiting for you." Demona did not let the woman touch her. She turned and vanished out of sight with her inhuman speed. before she raced out the door she grabbed her cloak and tucked it around her form. " Stupid." She walked out of the house and climber into the couch. No party no family, only a trip to a husband she really did not know and a job she never wanted.
Skills: Demona can read minds and use magic. She is also a skilled swords woman
Any extra needed to know information?
Smoke? No
Drink( blood)? Yes
Drugs? No
Children? No
Zodiac Sign: unknown
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What are his basics?
Name: Nathaniel Yotomasha
Nickname: Nat
Gender: male
Age: 18
Date Of Birth: 04/20/89
occupation: bouncer
Race: werewolf
Personality: He is very protective of his pack and is a strong person. He can be childish at times but he is more than any 18 year old in mind and heart. He is as smart as his sister but never shows it.
What do they look like?
Picture:
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: black hair
Height: 6’2
Weight: 150 all muscle
Tattoos:back piece
Piercings: ears and tongue
Shift form: He stands almost seven foot in this form. He has a full black coat other than a white that runs down his neck on to his belly and tail.
Anything else?
Likes: Pack
Power
Strength
Woman
Dislikes: Vampires
Demons
Not knowing ones place
Rudness
Habits: He likes to pick on his sister. Woman.
Flaws: His flaw is how much he wants to lead
History: A young man sits in a café sipping on a latte and smiles at you.” Please sit I have been waiting to tell you about my life.” He looks like he is in deep thought and as you sit down and smiles.” My life is something that not many know but I guess I will share it with you. I do want you to trust me.”
“ My name Is Nathaniel Yotomasha. I am eighteen years of age and a twin. My sister is name Kinsa but she is not why you are here I am.” He lifted the cup to his lips and took a sip. His eyes glazed over for a moment and you could see the wolf look at you through his eyes.
“ I was born in a sea side town on the east coast. I had a very loving family. My mother was a wonderful woman but she pass away when I was three. She had cancer. It was hard to adjust for everyone, but I believe it was the hardest on my father. He ended up drinking.” Pain played across Nathaniel’s face and then his hand clutched his cup.
Nathaniel looked up at you and sighed,” I got worse when I was six. Well not really worse just for a moment it felt like my life was over. My twin sister climbed to the top of the large pine in the front yard. I was smiling and cheering her on. She was going so high when she lost her footing and fell to the ground. I think she was almost two stories up in that tree. She hit the ground full force and she was knocked out. I pleaded with god to give me her back I needed her. Well a angel came to me and gave her life and then she gave us both the ability to shift into a animal of our choice. I chose wolf for both of us because they were the only thing I could think of.”
He looked up at you and smiles softly,” My sister and I became closer as my father drank himself to death. We were in boarding school when we emancipated ourselves from him at fourteen. He died not to long after. A bullet to the brain.” Nat huffed and looked a bit happy the man past.
“ About a year ago We found a pack of wolves and joined up. Its great having someone like yourself. It is great. I have begun to work my way up the ranks and I am now third in line. I just have to fight my way up and I will lead this pack. My sister on the other hand is the nerd she was born to be and she does not want to take part in the pack but she stands behind me in everything I do.”
Skills:
Any extra needed to know information?
Smoke? No
Drink? yep
Drugs? No
Children? No
Zodiac Sign: Aries
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Name: Blaine Morick
Nicknames: The jester
Gender: male
Age: Looks twenty real age unknown
Date Of Birth: unknown
Title: jester
Race: Shape shifter( human, demon, canine)
Personality: Blaine.. Well let’s see. Blaine is funny, witty, lovable. Yeah that’s him on a good day. Beware he is not what he seems to be. He can be mean, rude and among other things evil.
What do they look like?
Picture:
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6,1
Weight: 170 muscle
Anything else?
Likes: a good jest
A smile
A challenge of wits
Dislikes: sunflowers
People that think he is nothing
Habits: Blaine tends to chew on a black piece of hard candy that only he knows how to make
Flaws: cannot tell you that
History: " Jest." A man laughed," A Jest you say. Well sir let me tell you of my life and then you will understand why I tend to jest this way." The man did a hand stand a then tumbled over into a chair and sat down.
The jester spun his hands and a image seemed to appear. His black smile seemed to grow evil or sad but you could not really tell which one under the cover of his white and black make up. His lips parted as a babe appeared in the image. " Me I was a darling babe. With curls and long fingers. Perfect for the arts most chattered. A musicain. A singer. Many tossed money out on what I would be. O right I was a no body just a towns bundle of joy left on the edge a well tittering between a sunny day and a watery grave."
The jester laughed and the image began to move around and you could see the towns people look him over picking him up by the ankle hanging him this way and that as he stay quiet as a rat. The babe watched the people as the acted like twits could this really be his life among these nitwits.
" I watched them you see. Even at day one I was already to see what could be. I wanted a life full of adventure and fun but the town witch... O pardon me the town seer came forth. Her glass eyes rolled in her skull like a ball in water. It was loosely fitted." The jester made a face that matched the witch were one of his eyes wondered left and right as the other stay on the people before him.
" She walked over with a hunch you see. It was her power or so that she calmed it to be." the image moved and showed the witch. She was what he said old, a hag." She walked over to me and poke me with a stick." He came from behind a woman and poked her in the breast." Very nice." he said before hopping back over to his stage.
" He will be nothing but a jester. A jester the town replied. Yes a jester the hag harped back. The towns people mumbled and groaned. I was nothing but a jest among fools. A cruel joke that now plague a town. Now which of these fools would become my tool."
The jester smiled and the image moved." A backer's wife walked up and smiled. Her bitter red hair curled around her chubby face. I will take him. she did coo. I was a bit in a moo? No what that did not rhyme O my o my no where do I go.. do." The jester smirked and the image faded then sparked back to life.
" My young life was a bit of a bore. I mean the backer's wife was a bit of a whore. Whoops I mean maid. No that's not right." The jester laughed and a image of a young man appeared." You see she tried to have me when I became of age. O yes do not be alarmed I ran away. Thy pudgy fingers would not stray, not on me that is. I race out of the town to scared to say a word. The woman I called mother no more than a bird. She wanted to peck with me what a jest." The jester gestured to himself in a very rude way.
" I race, I ran, I fell, and then I was found. I was picked up by a group you see on their way to the castle to see the king that day. With me in tow a old man took me under his wing. Seeing as I had talent no others could confuse. I was amusing and well built a perfect part for a jester or a muse. A jester, o yes a jester." The man did a bit of a jiggle and got a laugh." As you see that is as far as I go for my work is of most importance and I can not reveal its secrets or death be to a poor jester o what a jest." The image vanished and so did the jester.
Skills:Magic a few other to tired to think
Any extra needed to know information?
Smoke? yes
Drink? yes
Drugs? You wanna know don’t you
Children? No
Zodiac Sign: unknown
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Subject: All of Aisha's (firehazard's) charries 
Tue Mar 11, 2008 11:18 am
