Wonder Woman
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War of Ages
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Fantasy War Of Ages (Characters)
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Wonder Woman
Rpns Heroic Father Figure
DAUGHTER OF THE MOON
→ basics ←name...Amaris Youngwood
creature… Werewolf
rank…Alpha
age... 23
true age... stopped aging at 18
gender... Female
sexuality... Bisexual
birthday... August 5th
zodiac... Leo
creature… Werewolf
rank…Alpha
age... 23
true age... stopped aging at 18
gender... Female
sexuality... Bisexual
birthday... August 5th
zodiac... Leo
→ appearance ← height...5'9"
weight... 137lbs
hair... Brown
eyes... Violet
body figure... Muscular
wolf... Large and black as night
distinguishing features... Three scars running down her neck
→ personality ←
Amaris is a born warrior, fighting for her people and for her beliefs. She can seem quite cold and quite serious most times but deep down she has a warm heart and can be quite kind when needed.
She is also loyal, willing to die for her pack and willing to risk anything to keep her pack striving and on top.→ in depth ←
biography... Amaris was the second born in the 10th Youngwood generation, below her brother Requis. Many assumed that Amaris would become a den mother like her mother before her but Amaris had a different idea and a different skill set. The girl became a warrior, one of the most proficient and skilled of her time, being able to attack with hands and claws.
Amaris had accpected a long time ago that she would be a second in command to her brother if anything... but then he was gone. There was no body, there was no tracks. The werewolf heir had vanished, leaving his younger sister to quickly take his place before taking over the pack.
weight... 137lbs
hair... Brown
eyes... Violet
body figure... Muscular
wolf... Large and black as night
distinguishing features... Three scars running down her neck
→ personality ←
Amaris is a born warrior, fighting for her people and for her beliefs. She can seem quite cold and quite serious most times but deep down she has a warm heart and can be quite kind when needed.
She is also loyal, willing to die for her pack and willing to risk anything to keep her pack striving and on top.→ in depth ←
biography... Amaris was the second born in the 10th Youngwood generation, below her brother Requis. Many assumed that Amaris would become a den mother like her mother before her but Amaris had a different idea and a different skill set. The girl became a warrior, one of the most proficient and skilled of her time, being able to attack with hands and claws.
Amaris had accpected a long time ago that she would be a second in command to her brother if anything... but then he was gone. There was no body, there was no tracks. The werewolf heir had vanished, leaving his younger sister to quickly take his place before taking over the pack.
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apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Athena Faye Costas
Name: Athena Faye Costas
Nickname: Theena
Species: Werewolf, beta
Age: 23
True Age: Turned eighteen a few years ago, werewolf age keeps her young
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Role: Beta
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Hazel; yellow when turned
Height: 5'1
Weight: 125lbs
Body Type: Slim, but athletic
Likes: running; wrestling/play fighting; stuffed animals
Dislikes: being trapped in one spot; boring meetings; sushi
Strengths: brave; agile; honest
Weaknesses: impatient; impulsive; quick tempered
Relationships:[N/A Until Accpected]
Nickname: Theena
Species: Werewolf, beta
Age: 23
True Age: Turned eighteen a few years ago, werewolf age keeps her young
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Role: Beta
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Hazel; yellow when turned
Height: 5'1
Weight: 125lbs
Body Type: Slim, but athletic
Likes: running; wrestling/play fighting; stuffed animals
Dislikes: being trapped in one spot; boring meetings; sushi
Strengths: brave; agile; honest
Weaknesses: impatient; impulsive; quick tempered
Relationships:[N/A Until Accpected]
Personality:
Athena's strength doesn't lie so much in the physical aspect; her strength is her speed and agility. She's a tiny girl, so it's easy for her to be quicker than those around her. As a wolf, she's faster than most of her brothers and sisters, and always eager to fight. She's sleek and black, a truly magnificent creature. She doesn't like to listen to reason, wanting to go by her animalistic instincts instead. As a human girl, she is much the same. Impatient and impulsive, she gets herself into a lot of trouble. As the beta, or second in command, she answers mostly only to the alpha. She alone can make Athena bow her head in shame.
Bio:
Athena grew up surrounded by wolves. Of course, she didn't truly understand what was going on until she was a little older, but she has partial memories of being surrounded by the wolves as a child. Athena had a brother growing up, and he was the one who made her as tough as she is. She's also one of the pack's best runners from running from him so often. He disappeared when she was a young teenager, never to be heard from again. Everyone mourned him, Athena included, but while everyone else seemed to move on, believing the wolf dead-- this young wolf did not. She wants to avenge her brothers disappearance.
Her curse was triggered shortly after that. She remembered the transformation as being the worst pain she's ever felt, and it hasn't gotten any better. Changing once a month is the worst thing to experience, and she dreads the full moons. But at the same time, she feels free in wolf form, and closer to her missing brother.
Password:
battlegrounds
Athena's strength doesn't lie so much in the physical aspect; her strength is her speed and agility. She's a tiny girl, so it's easy for her to be quicker than those around her. As a wolf, she's faster than most of her brothers and sisters, and always eager to fight. She's sleek and black, a truly magnificent creature. She doesn't like to listen to reason, wanting to go by her animalistic instincts instead. As a human girl, she is much the same. Impatient and impulsive, she gets herself into a lot of trouble. As the beta, or second in command, she answers mostly only to the alpha. She alone can make Athena bow her head in shame.
Bio:
Athena grew up surrounded by wolves. Of course, she didn't truly understand what was going on until she was a little older, but she has partial memories of being surrounded by the wolves as a child. Athena had a brother growing up, and he was the one who made her as tough as she is. She's also one of the pack's best runners from running from him so often. He disappeared when she was a young teenager, never to be heard from again. Everyone mourned him, Athena included, but while everyone else seemed to move on, believing the wolf dead-- this young wolf did not. She wants to avenge her brothers disappearance.
Her curse was triggered shortly after that. She remembered the transformation as being the worst pain she's ever felt, and it hasn't gotten any better. Changing once a month is the worst thing to experience, and she dreads the full moons. But at the same time, she feels free in wolf form, and closer to her missing brother.
Password:
battlegrounds
apolla
Cosmos
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Name:
Ashikiel
Nickname:
'Ashly'
Species:
Werewolf
Age:
16, 7/8th.
True Age:
Almost 17.
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Role:
Omega
Appearance:
[I'll explain, currently a work in progress]
Hair colour:
Medium Brown
Eye colour:
Vivid Green
Height:
5'6"
Weight:
46kg
Body Type:
Lean, somewhat muscular and moderately pale complexion.
Likes:
[3+]
Dislikes:
[3+]
Strengths:
[3+]
Weaknesses:
[3+]
Relationships:
[N/A Until Accpected]
Personality:
[1+ paragraph]
Bio:
[2+ paragraphs]
Password:
battlegrounds
Name:
Ashikiel
Nickname:
'Ashly'
Species:
Werewolf
Age:
16, 7/8th.
True Age:
Almost 17.
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Role:
Omega
Appearance:
[I'll explain, currently a work in progress]
Hair colour:
Medium Brown
Eye colour:
Vivid Green
Height:
5'6"
Weight:
46kg
Body Type:
Lean, somewhat muscular and moderately pale complexion.
Likes:
[3+]
Dislikes:
[3+]
Strengths:
[3+]
Weaknesses:
[3+]
Relationships:
[N/A Until Accpected]
Personality:
[1+ paragraph]
Bio:
[2+ paragraphs]
Password:
battlegrounds
goliah
barely functioning
→ child of the night. ←
→ stats. ←
name - zeno kijekalias - kid
age - 19
true age - 216
gender - cismale
sexuality - pansexual
specie - vampire
role - citizen
height - 5'11
weight - 160lbs
hair - light blonde
eyes - blue
body type - lean
• careless • zeno has no idea what he's doing most of the time.
• impatient • if he wants something, he wants it immediately.
• childish • kind of ironic how a 216 year old being can sometimes act like a ten year old; he often demands things, sulk or refuses to follow orders.
• touchy • he takes everything personally.
• sincere • not that he's a terrible liar, but sometimes what's the point?
• adventurous • "what the bloody hell are you waiting for? let's go!"
• kind • he likes sharing, and doesn't mind making friends.
• curious • he never stays put, always has his hands on something or is going around to discover new stuff.
spoken languages - english, polish, french, italian, russian, german
likes - the snow, old books, the ocean, ghost stories, cannabis, documentaries, pop music
dislikes - alcohol, violent people, small spaces, the smell of clementines, old people, war
strength(s)
zeno is incredibly fast and agile, he easily slips away.
he has great social skills, has probably made over a thousand friends over his life, too bad three quarters of them are dead.
he doesn't stand out in between humans.
weaknesses
zeno rarely feels guilt about his actions.
he sometimes doesn't understand that his actions or words are hurting someone else.
animal or vampire blood are not enough for zeno, who has always had problems controlling his thirst; he has always tried to choose victims who deserved it, but he has sometimes lost control.
→ bio. ←
zeno was born in the heart of the industrial revolution, london, and being an orphan he grew in a workhouse. such places were terrible, the food was disgusting and they gave you little of it, and those who were supposed to help you mistreated you. he wasn't the only orphan to think that, so together with a group of children zeno ran away. but they were barely over seven, how could they survive on the street? the answer was right in front of their eyes. many industries hired children in exchange of keeping them off the streets and giving them a meal, so zeno and his friends jumped at the occasion. obviously, they didn't realize that they worked twice as hard as adults practically for free, so they went on like this for almost nine years. some of his friends left, others fell ill and passed away, and when zeno's fourteen birthday arrived he also was sent away in order to assume a younger child. unsure on how to procure himself food, zeno started to do a variety of jobs: from selling journals on the street, being a chimney sweeper, to pickpocketing. his luck accidentally came the day he tried to pickpocket the wrong person, sir frederick trench. he was caught, but instead of reporting him, trench took him in as his helper. there were a few odd things about the man, such as the fact that he lived in a windowless mansion, or that he would not go out during the day, but unlike his precedent employers trench treated him well. zeno was the only person frederick saw for days sometimes, and though at first he had tried to tame the boy's childish attitude, he learned to care for him as a son. everything went swimmingly until zeno's nineteenth year, when he contracted smallpox, and after passing painful feverish days in bed he realised there was no way he would have survived. but sir trench had a different opinion, because during those days he had been fighting with himself about whether to make zeno s vampire like him, or to leave him to his pain and ultimate death. in the end his affection for the boy won, and frederick turned zeno into a vampire. zeno was buried in a small camp by sir sharpe's property, to not have other suspicious of his impossible recovery, and then returned him to life with a warning. trench explained everything he could of the supernatural world and the other creatures who inhabited it, of survival as a vampire and how to use his abilities; upon learning all of this, finding out that he was now an immortal, zeno was terrified. frederick only had two months to teach the newfound vampire how to fight before a crowd of infuriated londoners came knocking at his door, wondering how it was possible they had seen the supposedly deceased zeno coming out of a brothel late in the night. he was forced to run away, and from then on he was always on his own. even though the adventurous blonde tried to stay out of trouble, he found himself involved directly in more than a few historic events: the crimean war, the introduction of school boards, both world wars, the great depression and ultimately the demolition of the berlin wall. during these years he has mostly moved between european countries, not wanting to risk anyone noticing his inability to age, and in the beginning of the 2000's he decided to move to america, where he quietly passed his life until the war began.zeno kijek
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goliah
barely functioning
name - mykhail sharpe
nickname - myke
age - 18
true age - stopped aging four years ago (22)
gender - cismale
sexuality - heterosexual
species - werewolf
role - beta
password - battlegrounds
height - 6'1
weight - 180lbs
body type - muscular
hair - dark brown
eyes - brown
wolf figure - a very large and muscular wolf with big and sharp fangs. The fur is a dark brown mixed with black.
● enigmatic; you never know what's going on in his head, most of his actions are unpredictable.
● aggressive; mykhail has a sharp tongue and he does not mind using words as a weapon but he is also a proud individual and when someone crosses the line, he doesn't hold back.
● loyal; he would never betray his friends or his side, even if it costed him his own life.
● energetic; mykhail never tires, he'll hardly give up in a battle.
● courageous; he doesn't fear for his life, so why be afraid of anything else?
● observant; he always keeps an eye out for body language and little details.
● conceited; some days he thinks he is the hottest beta, some other days he hates his own face.
likes
canines-mixed martial arts fights-hot weather-summer-alcohol-tattoos-junk food-challenges-football-working out
dislikes
the cold-vampires-vegetables-loud noises-insects-swimming-reptiles-pollution-cats
strenght(s)
mykhail is a big guy, in both wolf and human form he is incredibly strong and has a great stamina.
he is selfless when it comes to his pack, he would sacrifice his life even for the weakest omega.
he is a quick thinker, when a situation is looking bad he knows how to improvise.
rarely forgets anything.
weaknesses
mykhail is very proud and when anger gets the best of him it's almost impossible to hold him back.
he gets very attached to those loves, and sometimes his decision are affected by that attachment.
when he finds a bottle in his hands, he immediately gets carried away.
relationships
N/A
backstory
nobody, upon finding an abandoned baby werewolf, could figure just why he had been left in the woods. luckily he was taken by a loving pack, and grew together with the alpha's offsprings, becoming stronger as each day passed. but the knowledge that his parents had abandoned him just didn't sit well with young mykhail, who set out to discover what really happened. his adoptive father was not content with the decision, for he suspected an horrible truth, and tried to shelter mykhail from it as much as he could. but even as a child mykhail had been unstoppable, so he started asking anyone he could and wandering the place where he had been found in a quest for answers. after a few weeks, he gave up, nobody had a clue.
the answer came on his sixteenth birthday, the first time he came face to face with a vampire on his own. said vampire recognised him as drevniyvolk's orphan, an ancient russian family of werewolves who had been exterminated by vampires, and added that he thought mykhail had also died. completely overwhelmed and furious, mykhail killed the vampire and spent one week alone in the forest. his adoptive father found him, and convinced him to return to the pack, him and his older sister Amaris are the only ones aware of the truth.
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ChazGhost
The Phantom Hexblade
Name: Marshal Hex
Nickname: The Vampire Cowboy
Species: Vampire
Age: 28
True Age: 153
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Role: Vampire Soldier
Appearance:
Hair colour: dark brown
Eye colour: Blue
Height: 6'0
Weight: 200
Body Type: Muscular
Likes: Guns, alcohol (mainly very strong moonshine), a good brawl, horses, smoking, hunting (be it game, outlaws, or werewolfs), and playing his guitar.
Dislikes: getting bossed around, when ever he has to wear formal wear, not being able walk outside during the day as much he did before be turned, Not being able to drunk or at least be able to get drunk as easy, people thinking their better then him, and those touch his stuff.
Strengths:
Tough as nails- Being a rough man from a rough place he can take punch or a bite depending who he is fighting
Very good guitar player- He has been picking the strings of guitar sense he was kid and by now you would be hard press to find some one better at it then him
Marksmen- He can hit object, people, and animals from long distances with easy his gun.
Weaknesses: Stubborn as hell- Once he has his mind set on something he it's very hard to change it.
His own man- He doesn't like being bossed around and it takes clever and/or calm hand to get him to do things
Short temper- it's not hard to get Marshal mad.
Relationships:[N/A currently]
Personality: Marshal is a man of his time and his time was the wild west of America. Marshal is a serious and stubborn man as well as loner. Marshal does not joke to often but he can take a joke, as long as it good. When he on a job or a mission he focuses on it and makes sure it's finished no matter what. It's hard to change his mind on anything really. While he is a loner he has opened up to a few people who have earned his respect in the past, which is not easy thing to do in the slightest.
Bio: Marshal was born in the in American frontier to small farm own family. At an early age his father taught him how to shoot a gun to hunt, how to ride horse, and how to take care many different parts of the farm. Life was peacefully, well until drunk outlaw leader came wander into the Hex family farm. The man with viscous evil smirk on his face killed most of family and did horrible things to Marshal's mother. But luckily or unluckily depending on your point of view Marshal fell asleep in the barn with the horses so he was sparred.
As you would guess the next morning came with a mental break down of sorts and vengeful promise to be made. Marshal took his fathers old hunting rifle and began his new life as a bounty hunter so he could hunt down the murder of his family. Years went by and Marshal became a legend as he took in several wanted men in for there bounties, many were alive, but many more were dead. Near the end of his human life he got word of the man who killed his family location. Riding his horse as fast as he possibly could he ended up at abandoned farm house. Inside the house was his mark, the man who killed his family all those years ago. Marshal sneaked into the building and found the man sleeping in a bed. Marshal aimed and fired a bullet into the man's leg. Marshal did want this to end quick. Though he would come to regret that a moment later...
It turned out the man he had been hunt as these years was a vampire. As struggle began, Marshal fired several more bullets into the vampires chest but the vampire kept coming slammed Marshal into wall. The vampire then grabbed a knife from a bedside table and with a wicked smirk began stabbing Marshal with the knife, like he was just playing with food before eating it. In his final moment as a human Marshal was able aim and fire his revolver point blank into the vampires head, kill him or he was atleast dead after Marshal fired a few more shot into the vampires head before coming to his wounds and dying.
Luckily or unluckily again depending on your point of view, blood from the now dead vampire split into Marshal's wounds, turning him into a vampire shortly after his death. After coming back to life it took a while to get used to being a vampire but after many years he found other vampires to teach him about the new world he was apart of now. Through these teachers he eventually joined soldiers under the vampire royal family. While he isn't much for working in unite he does find the work right up is alley.
Password: Battlegrounds
Nickname: The Vampire Cowboy
Species: Vampire
Age: 28
True Age: 153
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Role: Vampire Soldier
Appearance:
Hair colour: dark brown
Eye colour: Blue
Height: 6'0
Weight: 200
Body Type: Muscular
Likes: Guns, alcohol (mainly very strong moonshine), a good brawl, horses, smoking, hunting (be it game, outlaws, or werewolfs), and playing his guitar.
Dislikes: getting bossed around, when ever he has to wear formal wear, not being able walk outside during the day as much he did before be turned, Not being able to drunk or at least be able to get drunk as easy, people thinking their better then him, and those touch his stuff.
Strengths:
Tough as nails- Being a rough man from a rough place he can take punch or a bite depending who he is fighting
Very good guitar player- He has been picking the strings of guitar sense he was kid and by now you would be hard press to find some one better at it then him
Marksmen- He can hit object, people, and animals from long distances with easy his gun.
Weaknesses: Stubborn as hell- Once he has his mind set on something he it's very hard to change it.
His own man- He doesn't like being bossed around and it takes clever and/or calm hand to get him to do things
Short temper- it's not hard to get Marshal mad.
Relationships:[N/A currently]
Personality: Marshal is a man of his time and his time was the wild west of America. Marshal is a serious and stubborn man as well as loner. Marshal does not joke to often but he can take a joke, as long as it good. When he on a job or a mission he focuses on it and makes sure it's finished no matter what. It's hard to change his mind on anything really. While he is a loner he has opened up to a few people who have earned his respect in the past, which is not easy thing to do in the slightest.
Bio: Marshal was born in the in American frontier to small farm own family. At an early age his father taught him how to shoot a gun to hunt, how to ride horse, and how to take care many different parts of the farm. Life was peacefully, well until drunk outlaw leader came wander into the Hex family farm. The man with viscous evil smirk on his face killed most of family and did horrible things to Marshal's mother. But luckily or unluckily depending on your point of view Marshal fell asleep in the barn with the horses so he was sparred.
As you would guess the next morning came with a mental break down of sorts and vengeful promise to be made. Marshal took his fathers old hunting rifle and began his new life as a bounty hunter so he could hunt down the murder of his family. Years went by and Marshal became a legend as he took in several wanted men in for there bounties, many were alive, but many more were dead. Near the end of his human life he got word of the man who killed his family location. Riding his horse as fast as he possibly could he ended up at abandoned farm house. Inside the house was his mark, the man who killed his family all those years ago. Marshal sneaked into the building and found the man sleeping in a bed. Marshal aimed and fired a bullet into the man's leg. Marshal did want this to end quick. Though he would come to regret that a moment later...
It turned out the man he had been hunt as these years was a vampire. As struggle began, Marshal fired several more bullets into the vampires chest but the vampire kept coming slammed Marshal into wall. The vampire then grabbed a knife from a bedside table and with a wicked smirk began stabbing Marshal with the knife, like he was just playing with food before eating it. In his final moment as a human Marshal was able aim and fire his revolver point blank into the vampires head, kill him or he was atleast dead after Marshal fired a few more shot into the vampires head before coming to his wounds and dying.
Luckily or unluckily again depending on your point of view, blood from the now dead vampire split into Marshal's wounds, turning him into a vampire shortly after his death. After coming back to life it took a while to get used to being a vampire but after many years he found other vampires to teach him about the new world he was apart of now. Through these teachers he eventually joined soldiers under the vampire royal family. While he isn't much for working in unite he does find the work right up is alley.
Password: Battlegrounds
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AgWordSmith
A Freckled Encounter
Victoria [Family name]
Nickname: Tori
Species: Vampire
Age: 18
True Age: 104
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Role: Princess
Species: Vampire
Age: 18
True Age: 104
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Role: Princess
Hair color: Naturally brown, currently; purple, pinks, oranges and yellows.
Eye color: Brown
Height: 5’0”
Weight: 135 lbs
Body Type: Lean, But has some muscle.
Zodiac: Taurus
Pet Peeve: when people touch her hair.
Mood: Always Kind and polite in formal settings, in informal settings she’s calm and always thinking
Likes: Night time, the moon, violins, swords, books, learning, helping others, solving problems
Dislikes: Loud noise, bright yellow fabric, pretentiousness, when people beat around the bush.
Strengths: Diplomacy, Kindness, Violin skills, self defense
Weaknesses: Stubborn, talking in front of many people when she feels the subject isn't something she knows much about, asking for help, takes on to much responsibility on her shoulders
Relationships: N/A
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Personality
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Victoria is a strong will woman, always wanting to better herself and the kingdom using the best course of action. To her, the best course is always kindness first. Then when all accounts of kindness fails, then one can act ruthlessly. And when Victoria gives herself the go to act ruthless, no one will be spared. She holds her anger back until these points and then lets it all out in one fell swoop. As a practical person she feels the feud with the wolves is unnecessary and a waste of time and resources that could be spent bettering the kingdom. Despite a deep stetted hatred for them Victoria will set her prejudices aside for an overall good outcome
On other notes Victoria tends to be quiet and only speaks when she feel something necessary must be said. Other is left to talk to long she will go off on tangents about the subject. Most of her actions is spent holding herself back, holding all the bad parts of herself back in order to be the good person she want's to be. She wants to be nice, Selfless, resourceful, and just, though inside she feels all the bad parts of her just waiting to be let out, anger, laziness, selfishness, and corruption. This is why she is so fond of the knights. So disciplined in their ways, Victoria emulates them. The closet she could get to her old childhood dreams. Secretly she wished she could leave all her responsibilities behind and adventure in the world beyond this feud, but she had her place.
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Biography
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Victoria grew up in the castle, and spent little time outside, the Royal family became protective of their own after the death of the last princess. She spent her time learning and learning and learning. She wanted to know the world and all the things in it even if she couldn't go into it. Books became her best friends and once she learned about diplomacy and dozens of bonks about military, ruler ship. trades and so forth she insisted to have a better part in aiding her Queen/King on ruling, fully taking on the role as Princess beyond its usual connotations. Though this was when she became older and more aware of herself and the world.
As a child she was in love with reading and learning but another love persisted, that of the knights and soldier. She admired them from afar and wished to join them. They got to leave the castle, they got to fight and protect and some when they left the service got to adventure. How her young heart back then longed to adventure. See the whole wide world with her own eyes. But everyone grows up, Victoria felt like she made herself grow up to soon. She didn't suffer any real trauma in her life. What trauma could a relatively young (if you think about it in Vampire terms) princess have?
Password: battlegrounds
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Queen_Liyah
From Dusk till Dawn
redroseknight
The senpai who noticed
Name: Romeria
Nickname: Roma, Siren
Species: Vampire
Age: 24
True Age: 54
Gender: Female
Sexuality: lesbian
Role: Commoner, the royal bard. This war has caused nothing but strife; it is the bard's task to provide an escape and entertainment for the royal family and noble knights who defend them.
Appearance:
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: hazel, but more green
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120
Body Type: A courtier as well as an entertainer, Romeria has the lean, toned frame of a dancer.
Likes:[3+] Music, dancing, and gorgeous women are Romeria's three loves.
Dislikes:[3+] She detests violence of any sort. Serious conversation is not this vampire's forte. Men who can't comprehend her lack of interest in them.
Strengths:[3+] While her weakness, her heart is also her greatest strength since she genuinely cares for those she tries to encourage. She cannot fight with fists, but words can be a powerful weapon as well. Romeria is fiercely loyal to those that she calls friends.
Weaknesses:[3+] She is a lover, not a fighter. Also in the same vein, she bears her heart on her sleeve and is ruled by her emotions. Never can she turn away a pretty face, and a pretty girl could convince her to do just about anything if the right tone is used.
Relationships:[N/A Until Accpected]
Personality:[1+paragraph] It would be the complete apocolypse if one were to see Romeria in public with a frown. The woman is young for a vampire, and she still holds that spark of life not snuffed out from ages of conflict. She's playful and seeks to alleviate the doom and gloom that tends to hang around the castle and its occupants. But try to wrangle a serious moment from the raven haired vampire? God speed. She is very quick to become infatuated with a pretty face.
Bio: Romeria had just been another family-free human musician trying to survive off the generosity of others when a vampire discovered her. She had been positioned at the side of a busy thoroughfare singing to those who would be enticed by a song to give her a little money to help her make it to the end of the day. Once her voice began to tire, she switched to playing her violin and made the mistake of closing her eyes while she thought no one was around.
Two sharp fangs sank into her neck, piercing the flesh. She opened her mouth to scream only to have a bleeding wrist forced there. Romeria choked on the blood, trying to fight but ended up swallowing it. The vampire that attacked her drained her, watching as the human curled in pain as her heart slowed to a stop. Then consciousness returned, her eyes fluttering open to look at her sire. The sire, a voluptuous woman with tired blue eyes apologized for the roughness but believed the vampires needed someone of her talent. She would be taken care of as long as she played her part.
Romeria rose to her feet and looked the vampire up and down while brushing blood from her mouth. "For a woman like you, you could have just asked nicely."
Password:battlegrounds
Nickname: Roma, Siren
Species: Vampire
Age: 24
True Age: 54
Gender: Female
Sexuality: lesbian
Role: Commoner, the royal bard. This war has caused nothing but strife; it is the bard's task to provide an escape and entertainment for the royal family and noble knights who defend them.
Appearance:
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: hazel, but more green
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120
Body Type: A courtier as well as an entertainer, Romeria has the lean, toned frame of a dancer.
Likes:[3+] Music, dancing, and gorgeous women are Romeria's three loves.
Dislikes:[3+] She detests violence of any sort. Serious conversation is not this vampire's forte. Men who can't comprehend her lack of interest in them.
Strengths:[3+] While her weakness, her heart is also her greatest strength since she genuinely cares for those she tries to encourage. She cannot fight with fists, but words can be a powerful weapon as well. Romeria is fiercely loyal to those that she calls friends.
Weaknesses:[3+] She is a lover, not a fighter. Also in the same vein, she bears her heart on her sleeve and is ruled by her emotions. Never can she turn away a pretty face, and a pretty girl could convince her to do just about anything if the right tone is used.
Relationships:[N/A Until Accpected]
Personality:[1+paragraph] It would be the complete apocolypse if one were to see Romeria in public with a frown. The woman is young for a vampire, and she still holds that spark of life not snuffed out from ages of conflict. She's playful and seeks to alleviate the doom and gloom that tends to hang around the castle and its occupants. But try to wrangle a serious moment from the raven haired vampire? God speed. She is very quick to become infatuated with a pretty face.
Bio: Romeria had just been another family-free human musician trying to survive off the generosity of others when a vampire discovered her. She had been positioned at the side of a busy thoroughfare singing to those who would be enticed by a song to give her a little money to help her make it to the end of the day. Once her voice began to tire, she switched to playing her violin and made the mistake of closing her eyes while she thought no one was around.
Two sharp fangs sank into her neck, piercing the flesh. She opened her mouth to scream only to have a bleeding wrist forced there. Romeria choked on the blood, trying to fight but ended up swallowing it. The vampire that attacked her drained her, watching as the human curled in pain as her heart slowed to a stop. Then consciousness returned, her eyes fluttering open to look at her sire. The sire, a voluptuous woman with tired blue eyes apologized for the roughness but believed the vampires needed someone of her talent. She would be taken care of as long as she played her part.
Romeria rose to her feet and looked the vampire up and down while brushing blood from her mouth. "For a woman like you, you could have just asked nicely."
Password:battlegrounds
Wonder Woman
Rpns Heroic Father Figure
If you're sheets aren't done try to get them done ASAP! Also invite friends!
A L M O S
I've converted to red
Name: Comte Deenan Grenville
Nickname: Burgundy - since he almost always has a glass of red wine/blood with him
Species: Vampire
Age: 27
True Age: 253
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Sapiosexual Aromantic
Role: Comte - lower than a baron but above a lord, owner of taxable land - Minor political official
Appearance:
Hair colour: Dark black, kept short and oiled back at all times
Eye colour: A light, gunmetal grey with a keen, focused glint at all times
Height: He is just below six feet tall, but carries himself tall
Weight: His muscle mass is minimal, and he weighs very little - much less than the average guard
Body Type: Thin, Ectomorph, More of a swimmer's build
Likes: Archery, Chello, Chess, Dancing, Debating, Gardening, Harpsichord, Languages, Opera, Painting, Piano, Poetry, Reading, Violin, Winemaking, Writing
Dislikes: Daytime, Dirt, Dogs(werewolves), Noise, Stupidity, People who assume roles of power based on anything but proven, unbiased merit
Strengths: Keen mind for recalling facts and figures, Insightful as to the needs and wants of other people, Alert at all times
Weaknesses: Not very powerful physically, Favors overcomplicated solutions to simple problems, He can become obsessive when he finds someone he considers interesting
Relationships: [N/A Until Accepted]
Personality: Grenville is by nature a cautious individual. Having lived for many years already, he has come to value the considered action beyond that of the instinctive reaction. As such he has gone to great lengths to undermine the twitches and irrational drives of the mortal human he once was, and replace it with the cool, collected logic of his immoral form. Using his uncanny emphatic ability, he has built a social network where he serves to fulfil subtle but essential roles in most of the lives of those around him. His brilliance lies in not seeming like a piece on the board - while still having checks in place should his favour dissolve for whatever reason. He has determined his social position to be sufficient - serving as a key to power, while never directly wielding it. He never seeks to gain anything more than what he has at the moment, but he does not intend to lose it either. In a sense then, his life is a series of complex checks and balances - social arithmetic which he has become rather proficient in. The face covering this highly analytical aspect of his personality is one of reserved charm. He spends money on his friends, and his assets - yet never too much so as to seem gaudy. He studies politeness and cordiality - and makes sure to be proficient in most things, ensuring an air of reason and capability is always connected to his deeds and interests. This does not mean his sociable side is false, however, as he really does like people and loves talking to those who peak his interest. He can spend days drinking, dining, dancing, debating and… doing professors, philosophers and politicians - together forgetting the world for a while as they languidly define complex ideas and explore the infinite potential of reality.
The only times he does become truly dangerous, would be when anyone undermines either himself or his allies. In doing so, they threaten the fabric he had been weaving for over two hundred years - and as he will not accept anything less than perfection - they become less of a threat and more of an equation that needs balancing. Often those who go up against him are not even aware of having wronged him, and the eventual punishment often reaches them through someone who would never be linked back to Grenville. His judgement is nothing if not clinical. Nothing is reactionary, and nothing is emotional. Every facet of the individual will be learned, all their assets evaluated and carefully unravelled until nothing keeps them afloat. If they do not drown on their own, a foot is eventually sent to keep the head beneath the water - if only as a mercy.
Bio: Grenville was born in a small logging town, far away from the cities of the world. His parents were simple humans, his mother a caring wife, his father a domineering husband. From an early age, it became clear to his already keen mind - that he would grow up to be little more than an uncultured, illiterate hunter or logger, The simplicity and mundane nature of his seemingly inevitable future sent him into what can only be considered a pre-teen mental breakdown. His father naturally did not care much for this ‘weakness’ - and instructed his mother to take him to the local priest for care. While under the care of the elder man, his mother insisted that he ask questions - and learn as much as possible. He did not really understand what she meant - but asked questions and listened intently.
It all seemed like barely garnished bullshit to himself - and the increasing complexity of his inquiries quickly led to the priest realising his potential. Deciding to teach the boy how to read - the elder man paid off Greville’s father with favours and gold, in order to get the boy out of his chores and into the church as often as possible. As time went on, his mother became quieter and quieter, while his father devolved into a drunk - not having to work for the gold the priest was sending his way. After less than a month Grenville was reading, and debating - and he found his mother crying more often than not. Being barely ten years old, he did not understand this and assumed it was because of his disappointing father.
Less than a year later he was informed by the priest that he was to be sent to the city - to study theology - and one day replaces the old man at his post. When he informed his mother, she smiled - and he realised that this had been her plan from the start. Knowing that she would not be able to go with him, she cried for a week before he was on the back of a kart and away from her. He swore he would return to her within a few years. He had no intention to have them stay though - he would become powerful and influential in the city, and then they could both go live there.
After a few years, having become both powerful and influential - he returned to his town, only to find that his mother had died and that his father had become a bit of a hero in the town. It took but a few hours of inquiry before he found out that, when he left the priest stopped paying his father, who then became desperate to sustain his drinking habit. He went hunting during a full moon and was bit by a werewolf. He soon became one as well - and while the whole town celebrated him as a hero and protector - Grenville’s mother thought the man a cruel beast - and ran away from him during a midnight blizzard - never to be seen again.
When his father insisted that he too become a wolf - Grenville refused and left for the city again. His father only allowed him to leave, if he promised to send money back regularly. A lie that seemed laughably easy to deliver. Instead, Grenville sent a group of vampires to the town - who had been looking for easy prey on the edge of the city. The group of vampires, seeing his hate for the beast - and assuming that it extended unto all werewolves - made him an offer of immortality, in exchange for his loyalty and resources. He told them to return in seven years. When they did - not only did he have power, but influence and allies all over. Not caring for the power shift - they still made him a vampire, trusting that he would not abandon them. He never did, and he still knows some of them. His direct sire had died a few years after Grenville was turned - killed by werewolves, which cemented his hate for the race. Using this hate, he soon rose in ranks - carefully building a powerful social base before becoming more apparent in the eyes of the vampire royalty. Over time he received the title of Comte - and has remained in this position for more than 60 years - building a reputation as an eccentric and brilliant asset to the crown.
Password: Battlegrounds
Wonder Woman
Nickname: Burgundy - since he almost always has a glass of red wine/blood with him
Species: Vampire
Age: 27
True Age: 253
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Sapiosexual Aromantic
Role: Comte - lower than a baron but above a lord, owner of taxable land - Minor political official
Appearance:
Hair colour: Dark black, kept short and oiled back at all times
Eye colour: A light, gunmetal grey with a keen, focused glint at all times
Height: He is just below six feet tall, but carries himself tall
Weight: His muscle mass is minimal, and he weighs very little - much less than the average guard
Body Type: Thin, Ectomorph, More of a swimmer's build
Likes: Archery, Chello, Chess, Dancing, Debating, Gardening, Harpsichord, Languages, Opera, Painting, Piano, Poetry, Reading, Violin, Winemaking, Writing
Dislikes: Daytime, Dirt, Dogs(werewolves), Noise, Stupidity, People who assume roles of power based on anything but proven, unbiased merit
Strengths: Keen mind for recalling facts and figures, Insightful as to the needs and wants of other people, Alert at all times
Weaknesses: Not very powerful physically, Favors overcomplicated solutions to simple problems, He can become obsessive when he finds someone he considers interesting
Relationships: [N/A Until Accepted]
Personality: Grenville is by nature a cautious individual. Having lived for many years already, he has come to value the considered action beyond that of the instinctive reaction. As such he has gone to great lengths to undermine the twitches and irrational drives of the mortal human he once was, and replace it with the cool, collected logic of his immoral form. Using his uncanny emphatic ability, he has built a social network where he serves to fulfil subtle but essential roles in most of the lives of those around him. His brilliance lies in not seeming like a piece on the board - while still having checks in place should his favour dissolve for whatever reason. He has determined his social position to be sufficient - serving as a key to power, while never directly wielding it. He never seeks to gain anything more than what he has at the moment, but he does not intend to lose it either. In a sense then, his life is a series of complex checks and balances - social arithmetic which he has become rather proficient in. The face covering this highly analytical aspect of his personality is one of reserved charm. He spends money on his friends, and his assets - yet never too much so as to seem gaudy. He studies politeness and cordiality - and makes sure to be proficient in most things, ensuring an air of reason and capability is always connected to his deeds and interests. This does not mean his sociable side is false, however, as he really does like people and loves talking to those who peak his interest. He can spend days drinking, dining, dancing, debating and… doing professors, philosophers and politicians - together forgetting the world for a while as they languidly define complex ideas and explore the infinite potential of reality.
The only times he does become truly dangerous, would be when anyone undermines either himself or his allies. In doing so, they threaten the fabric he had been weaving for over two hundred years - and as he will not accept anything less than perfection - they become less of a threat and more of an equation that needs balancing. Often those who go up against him are not even aware of having wronged him, and the eventual punishment often reaches them through someone who would never be linked back to Grenville. His judgement is nothing if not clinical. Nothing is reactionary, and nothing is emotional. Every facet of the individual will be learned, all their assets evaluated and carefully unravelled until nothing keeps them afloat. If they do not drown on their own, a foot is eventually sent to keep the head beneath the water - if only as a mercy.
Bio: Grenville was born in a small logging town, far away from the cities of the world. His parents were simple humans, his mother a caring wife, his father a domineering husband. From an early age, it became clear to his already keen mind - that he would grow up to be little more than an uncultured, illiterate hunter or logger, The simplicity and mundane nature of his seemingly inevitable future sent him into what can only be considered a pre-teen mental breakdown. His father naturally did not care much for this ‘weakness’ - and instructed his mother to take him to the local priest for care. While under the care of the elder man, his mother insisted that he ask questions - and learn as much as possible. He did not really understand what she meant - but asked questions and listened intently.
It all seemed like barely garnished bullshit to himself - and the increasing complexity of his inquiries quickly led to the priest realising his potential. Deciding to teach the boy how to read - the elder man paid off Greville’s father with favours and gold, in order to get the boy out of his chores and into the church as often as possible. As time went on, his mother became quieter and quieter, while his father devolved into a drunk - not having to work for the gold the priest was sending his way. After less than a month Grenville was reading, and debating - and he found his mother crying more often than not. Being barely ten years old, he did not understand this and assumed it was because of his disappointing father.
Less than a year later he was informed by the priest that he was to be sent to the city - to study theology - and one day replaces the old man at his post. When he informed his mother, she smiled - and he realised that this had been her plan from the start. Knowing that she would not be able to go with him, she cried for a week before he was on the back of a kart and away from her. He swore he would return to her within a few years. He had no intention to have them stay though - he would become powerful and influential in the city, and then they could both go live there.
After a few years, having become both powerful and influential - he returned to his town, only to find that his mother had died and that his father had become a bit of a hero in the town. It took but a few hours of inquiry before he found out that, when he left the priest stopped paying his father, who then became desperate to sustain his drinking habit. He went hunting during a full moon and was bit by a werewolf. He soon became one as well - and while the whole town celebrated him as a hero and protector - Grenville’s mother thought the man a cruel beast - and ran away from him during a midnight blizzard - never to be seen again.
When his father insisted that he too become a wolf - Grenville refused and left for the city again. His father only allowed him to leave, if he promised to send money back regularly. A lie that seemed laughably easy to deliver. Instead, Grenville sent a group of vampires to the town - who had been looking for easy prey on the edge of the city. The group of vampires, seeing his hate for the beast - and assuming that it extended unto all werewolves - made him an offer of immortality, in exchange for his loyalty and resources. He told them to return in seven years. When they did - not only did he have power, but influence and allies all over. Not caring for the power shift - they still made him a vampire, trusting that he would not abandon them. He never did, and he still knows some of them. His direct sire had died a few years after Grenville was turned - killed by werewolves, which cemented his hate for the race. Using this hate, he soon rose in ranks - carefully building a powerful social base before becoming more apparent in the eyes of the vampire royalty. Over time he received the title of Comte - and has remained in this position for more than 60 years - building a reputation as an eccentric and brilliant asset to the crown.
Password: Battlegrounds
Wonder Woman
A L M O S
I've converted to red
Wonder Woman
- Hello, to you and all - will this still be going? Or should I remove it from my watch list? Either way, good day/afternoon/evening.
