scorpiodragon
Five Thousand Club
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Name: Horatio
Age: 100
Gender: Male
species: Vaewolf
sexuality: Bi
Personality: Once an energetic child, he grew up getting what he wanted. Lessons he found were hard but he did have some hobbies he enjoyed. However, the lessons were boring and he had a hard time sitting still. His father wanted to make sure his children knew the value of money and so he was taught be frugal. A quiet person, Horatio kept diaries as a way to organize his thoughts that he rarely voices to his mother. He was often in his room reading, drawing or out at art galleries and museums, being a very cultured person. He even published a couple books under an alias and the first book in a series. However, he was sick as a child and his kidnapping as a child didn't help matters when his father nearly lost his life when rescuing him. He doesn't know that his father regrets selling him out for his own love of power but with one of his pups with him, he is protective over it and longs for his other pup. Mistreated and judged for his origins by the Scarlet Fang pack, he fears having to face his pups in battle or his pups killing each other in one of the many fighting rings, let alone by his own paws so tries to shelter his pup which isn't easy, with the pup being in the care of a breeder and kept away from him unless he happens to be in the ring with it. After his turning and being pushed into the Scarlet Fangs pack, he became somewhat timid but never lost his energetic nature which had been absent during his time as a prisoner of humans. Positive Traits-Articulate, Balanced, Creative, Clear-Headed, Cultured, Energetic, Intelligent, Modest, Playful, Adaptable, Scholarly, Seraphic, Self-Reliant, Venturesome, Undogmatic; Negative Traits: Submissive, Sordid, Weak-Willed, Unreliable, Unhealthy, Unprincipled, Sanctimonious, Sly, Reactionary, Plodding, Predatory, Neurotic, Morbid, Meddlesome, Impulsive; Neutral Traits-Frugal, Maternal, Quiet, Physical, Stubborn, Unpredictable, Tough, Questioning, Determined, Deceptive, Noncompetitive, Businesslike, Ascetic, Intense, Circumspect
History: Born as Horatia Diarmada he was originally a vampire and son of Kazimir. He grew up in a privileged society, his father being the founder and sovereign of Sangue nascosto. His life when he turned eight was prepared for lessons for the future life as the scion of the family and coven, taught by both his parents and even allowed to choose a trade. Having just been rescued from humans that had kidnapped him where he had been a prisoner for three years, he accidently insulted a vampire of another coven who insulted his father. His life changed after that and he was bitten by a werewolf. Instead of killing him, it rendered him into a vaewolf, the only created species. Nobody is sure how he survived or why the werewolf blood didn't kill but afterwards, he was sent away to a fighting ring and soon ended up within the pack of Scarlet Fangs, a pack run by and owned by vampires where he was mistreated and abused, even by other werewolves for being an anomaly and of vampire origins. During a new moon, he mated with a warg and would eventually sire twins, however he didn't see his family again after his change.
Rank: Omega
Rank wanted: Delta
Pack: Scarlet Fangs
Flings:
mate:
Scent: Frosted Cranberry
other: Father of Amun & Vartitier
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Name: Kazimir Diarmada
age: 1,300
gender: Male
sexuality: Heterosexual
species : Vampire
Rank: Sovereign
Clan: Sangue nascosto
personality: Positive Traits-Shrewd, Independent, Hardworking, Empathetic, Courageous, Discreet, Clear-Headed, Charismatic, Alert, Active, Venturesome, Suave, Resourceful, Protective, Intuitive; Negative Traits-Domineering, Abrupt, Amoral, Assertive, Cruel, Disorganized, Fatalistic, Graceless, Impatient, Money-Minded, Meretricious, Power-Hungry, Pretentious, Thievish, Scheming; Neutral Traits-Aggressive, Ambitious, Authoritarian, Businesslike, Formal, Familia, Hurried, Old-Fashioned, Reserved, Stern, Stoiid, Solitary, Predictable, Undemanding, Unfathomable
History: Born to humble beginnings, Kazimir was once human. His family was not well off and were simple peasants, owning a small plot of land on a knight's vast estate and tending to it as did the rest of his fellow villagers. It was a hard life but they were fortunate, their master was kind and made sure the villagers had food in the winter, even allowing the men to hunt on his lands should they need it. When he turned seven, he was sent away to learn a trade in another city as a coal miner but the work was dangerous and difficult, the owner of the boarding house cruel and abusive which was a stark contrast to his earlier life. He ran away after a couple months and joined a ship where he would serve as a powder monkey and cabin boy, learning gradually to become a sailor and spent much of his formative years upon the seas.
A life on the seas lasted until he was injured during an attempted mutiny at the age of twenty-five. He was left stranded on an island and taken aboard a passing pirate ship that used him as a prisoner, eventually sold in a foreign country far from his birth place. He found himself as a slave for the next three decades. During that time he became engaged to a woman of a lesser noble house and with the permission of his master was allowed to court the woman. However, a year into their courtship, she was killed by a rogue werewolf when they were out on the town and it shattered him, creating a hatred and fear of werewolves and their two subspecies. Seeing his fiancée lying on the ground, bleeding out and unable to help her, made him feel worthless. When he turned fifty-five, his master died and this left him with nothing to his name. No money and only the life on the sea as well as the happy year with his fiancée had left him destitute and alone, that he was forced to look for another line of work but nobody wanted a former sailor, let alone a former slave.
Despite the odds stacked against him, someone took pity on him and gave him a job. He began to learn the art of making coffins and took up the trade of blacksmithing in his spare time. It was hard work and many thought him unusual for taking up trades but with these two trades he was able to make a life for himself and rent out a small room in the slums of a city. Unexpectedly, when he was nearing the end of his life at sixty-two, he was bitten by the master who taught him the art of blacksmithing. He was given the chance to have a new life and for the next six years as a fledging, he and his sire ended up roaming as rogues for a while until his sire reached out to his coven which they rejoined, or in Kazimir's case, joined. He grew up there for his first one hundred seventy years as a vampire and then left, resuming the life of a rogue and using his skills in blacksmithing and making coffins to blend in with the human populace.
It was five years after his two hundredth birthday that he made a trip to New Zealand where he discovered there were not only werewolves and their subspecies living within this continent as well but also other vampires, humans and even what he thought were humans until he fed on an elf and discovered its blood was different then any human he had tasted. It was there that he began to make a coven of vampires, gathering other fledglings and lost vampires like himself to create a coven of his own with him as the sire, naming it Sangue nascosto which meant 'Hidden Blood'. Over the years, his coven grew and he would eventually find love again with another woman, a born vampire who didn't look down on him formerly being human or a fledgling. It wasn't long before they had their first child, a daughter and over the years more children, one set of children being twins. His seventh-born child was chosen as the Sovereign of his coven, the one to take over. However, his child was disobedient towards a vampire who was older than him, shaming the coven. To keep his place, it was voted that the child be punished or Kazimir would lose his position as Sovereign and become a Shadow along with his family. To save his family's status and what he had worked for, he allowed his child to be bitten by a werewolf and thus disowned the child, choosing his thirdborn child as the Soverign of the pack and foregoing his child, sending him away to another underground fighting ring.
crush:
Lover(S): His fiancée was killed by a rogue werewolf one evening when they were out on the town.
mate/ spouse: Open (will be mother of Horatio)
scent:
other: Father of Horatio, founder of Sangue nascosto, grandfather to Vartitier and Amun (unknowingly)
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Obviously I didn't draw this ^^ but that's what she looks like normally.
Brother below:
Name: Vartitier & Amun
Age: Newborns
Gender: Female (white)/Male (black)
species: Wargwolf/Wargwolf
sexuality:
Personality:
History: Vartitier and Amun were the product of a mating between a worgen and vaewolf, the vampire blood of their father being wiped out due to the combined wolf and worgen bloods fusing together. Their mother was used as a breeder for the vampires of a small clan, being forced to mate with werewolf and worgen alike to produce offspring for the underground fighting rings but had previously been a fighter herself and was thus considered to have 'champion blood' in her. The father was chosen as the created vaewolf, the former son of Kazimir to sire the children as an experiment and the result was an interesting success, the first two wargwolves created from a vaewolf and worgen. The pups were split up, the daughter being sent to an island with the father while the son was sent to a separate fighting ring and given to a different breeder to nurse until it was able to begin walking.
Rank: Pup/Pup
Rank wanted:
Pack: Scarlet Fangs
Flings:
mate:
Scent: Lavender Vanilla (Vartitier)/Woody Amber (Amun)
other: Vartitier means 'rose-butterfly' and Amun means 'the hidden one'
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Name: Basacno Yuvrac
age: 122
gender: Female
sexuality: Heterosexual
species : Elf
personality: Positive Traits-Adventurous, Adaptable, benevolent, Compassionate, Caring, Creative, Energetic, Hardworking, Honest, Humble, Imaginative, Idealistic, Modest, Loyal, Nonauthoritarian
Negative Traits-Indecisive, Insecure, Passive, Procrastinating, Strong-Willed, Shy, Unpolished, Zany, Venal, Vindictive, Nihilistic, Opportunistic, Money-Minded, Abrupt, Cowardly
Neutral Traits-Ambitious, Earthy, Emotional, Determined, Frugal, Chummy, Competitive, Quiet, Sensual, Paternalistic, Stubborn, Unhurried, Tough, Unassertive, Whimsical
History: Born in northern New Zealand in a mixed village, she grew up being accustomed to being surrounded by different races and was raised with an open mind to treat them fairly, the exception being vampires. When she was twelve, her parents left the village to head to an elven forest within the southern continent as they were told vampires and wargs were active in the area that were fighting each other and harmed innocent civilians. They fled and hid deep within one of the larger villages of the southern island of New Zealand where she was exposed to the harsher realities of war and seclusion for the elves of her new home were almost as radical as the vampires in their terms of superiority. Word came that the village was destroyed and they were glad they got out but she then began to learn a trade, the art of healing. The woman worked under one of the elders, learning the art of healing before finding herself proficient enough to begin healing others, taking over the elder's shop when they retired. However, talk of war caused her to leave and now she travels throughout the area, journeying from village to village as a healing bard, healing and playing music for others.
crush:
Lover(S):
mate/ spouse:
scent: Seawater Pines
other: Travels as a bard and healer from village to village as needed
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The worgen lay panting on the ground, a pair of pups resting on the ground next to her. Located within a breeding facility, the door to one of the cages opened and a pair of vampires came inside. As one retrieved a catchpole to grab the worgen on the stone floor of her cell, another shone a flashlight around, spotting the newborns on the ground. "It seems the mating of Nit and this worgen was successful. She's given birth to a couple of pups."
"Should we inform Kazimir about the pups?"
"No. It isn't like he even knows about the breeding between his former child and the worgen anyway. This is quite a prize, a pair of wargwolves that are the product of a vaewolf and a worgen." The vampire with the catchpole looped it around the worgen's head to hold it still, the other vampire kicking the wolf in its head to send it to the ground. The pups squirmed, the male crawling over the white pup. "We can give them to different breeders to nurse and then decide what to do with them. Let's just get out of here and ship the worgen back to the fighting ring we got her from." They dragged the worgen outside and the one with the flashlight grabbed the white pup, moving the black pup off it and then carried it with him to another breeder within another cell, throwing the pup into the cell with one that had three pups that weren't her own.
Cheers echoed around a pit as one of the wargwolves was dragged out of the pit in a bloody heap, the winner being grabbed and taken back to the cells as two others were prepared for the ring, one being an unexpected father and the other being a simple werewolf. In one of the cells around the pit, the vaewolf known as Nit, formerly the son of Kazimir had been starved and unaware that he was a father to twin wargwolves. He paced around his cell anxiously, body thin and ribs showing through matted fur. In another cell, his opponent was resting before its next fight, the wolf crazed with hunger and a hulking beast. Within the stands sat the Sovereign of Sangue nascosto, a glass of blood within his hand that he sipped as he watched vampires move about the pit, cleaning it up between the fighting. The vampires could hear the yelping of a juvenile wolf being hit somewhere within the cells but none reacted to it, it was just a bait dog protesting the fate that awaited it.
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