BIRTH NAME: Béatrix de la Croix ALIASES AND NICKNAMES:Trixy, Wolfsbane, Madame Vengeance AGE: 630 TURNED:The Winter of 1385, just after her 18th birthday PERSONALITY: Years of being a self-employed hitwoman have taken a toll on Béatrix, and her senses are those of a hardened killer. In the first years of her vampire life, Béatrix made many rash decisions and could hardly keep her emotions in check. These days, a serene calm can be found in her face, the mask of a true actress. Béatrix has her vampiric urges and emotions under complete control, although she does enjoy giving in to her bloodlust – humans could have their vices, why not the supernatural as well? Although Trixy can come off as flirtatious and friendly, she has built an icy wall around herself. If you don’t get too attached to somebody, it doesn’t mean that much when they are ripped away. BIOGRAPHY: The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis… There was the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was one of wealth and power. In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where her marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in those days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk… on a good day. Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves. That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Her new life would have to be a secret… and they would have to get the vampiric council’s approval as well. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man. Young love with the promise of beauty and an eternity together was enough to keep any secret. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for a new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death, which of course is an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death is already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her. Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry – even in the vampiric community. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous. Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day and kill you. From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills of mental manipulation, deception, and private investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. Rumors and tales spread in the supernatural community of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman, but few knew the name and face to match the tales… almost none who recognized her for who and what she was survived it. Trixy found her way to the New World seeking adventure and new enemies to hunt. She was on a mission in New York City when she met the leader of the Blackmoore clan. Although he was barely older than her, he had an authority that she could respect, as their morals aligned just so. Although Trixy had always led a nomadic lifestyle, she felt pulled to join this clan in particular… maybe it was the promise of a family… maybe there would be strength in numbers… maybe it was something else. Béatrix quickly climbed her way up the ladder of authority, her age alone doing most of the work. It wasn’t long before Alistair asked Béatrix to put her skills to good use as his Head Executioner, a job that promised to give her vengeful heart purpose. She has been a loyal family member and advisor to Alistair ever since. FAMILY: She is on the Blackmoore's Council of Advisors as ‘Head Executioner’ POWER: Mental Manipulation/Compulsion. Trixy can completely mind control humans, even better than most vampires, as she has fine-tuned her abilities. Béatrix can also alter the thoughts and feelings of other vampires, especially if they are younger than her. She still struggles to get into the heads of vampires older than her, but she will never stop trying. SIDES: Human = Food Kingstons = Comical Rogues = A nuisance Werewolves = The ultimate enemy Anyone Trixy chooses to dislike (regardless of race) = DEAD WEAPON: She dual wields glock 22s in combat and almost always has them concealed on her person somewhere, along with a combat knife. OTHER: Skills– She is stealthy, believably deceptive, has elder level healing, finely tuned mental control abilities, a precise marksman aim, and a killer smile. Flaws– She suffers from bloodlust, vengeful behavior, has a slew of supernatural enemies that she has racked up over the years, a lack of trust in others, and a vendetta against Werewolves. Oh yeah, she'd also a wee bit insane. Oops. Fears– When you reach a certain age, fears mean less and less… even death doesn’t seem all to unwelcome. One fear, however, remains for Béatrix, the fear of losing a loved one - A fear easily avoided if you choose not to love.

Age: Appears to be in her mid 20s. Nearly 300 years old.

Appearance: Her long, dark hair is her best feature. She has a round face and a pear-shaped figure. She generally wears dark dresses and skirts that are of a slight Gothic influence. She almost always wears heels and--with experience and vampirism--walks ridiculously well in them. Her skin is pale but typically brushed with make up to accent her bright blue--sometimes indigo or purple--looking eyes.

Bio: Born to a lower class English family in the 1700s. Married in her teens and moved to the New World, where her husband became a very successful tobacco plantation owner and they raised three boys. She grew sick and records show she passed away because of the flu--however, during her sickness, she was turned into a vampire by Klaus, leaving an empty grave and her grieving family.

Personality: Mira comes off as very cold and distant. However, she's quite warm hearted and nurturing behind the first impression. She has a motherly demeanor that appears when she's ready to scold or comfort someone. She's not the most exciting personality overall, but she radiates inner strength with a tall gait and patience. Weakness-wise, she has never been alone in death or in mortal life. So, being close with others is crucial to her happiness.

Power: Telekinesis, limited by her physical strength however. She can also only use it on objects she can see.

Weapon: She rarely carries anything more than a knife with her.

Sides:

Primarily a Kingston: Vampires who belong to the Kingston family have a lot of free reign. However, drinking straight from humans is forbidden under Mira's rule. To assure there are no excuses for breaking the rule, she has multiple freezers in her home in New York filled with blood bags. Although it's often inevitable, she's quite vocal against manipulating humans' memories. While Mira is quite strict, there's some solace in sticking with the Kingston family with allies as old as Klaus and Praetor on your side.

Blackmoores: Total contempt and disrespect for the Blackmoores and their ways. She has no interest or patience for their way of life.

Rogues: Against those who break the families rules' within the city. Cares less so about individual, nomadic rogues.

Morven: Mira respects her for her age and lifestyle but dislikes what she perceives an alliance with the Blackmoores.

Humans: Cares for them and likes to see them protected. There is some personal interest here, as well, since she had children before dying, thus giving her descendants.

Werewolves: Prefers to stay out of their way.

Other: Plays the cello. Carries a smart phone with only data about her living descendants stored. Like, it isn't even set up to make calls/texts. She literally only uses it as a portable family tree / diary.


Age: Appears to be in his late 20s. About 2000.

Bio: Born in Athens, Greece just before Rome conquered the nation, Klaus was taken as a child slave. His life as a slave was relatively decent, and he grew loyal and friendly to the boy who would grow to be his master. The bond between them was more comparable to friendship than it was slave and master, though the power dynamic became more and more obvious with age. Still, Klaus remained loyal if subdued.

When the master married, however, Klaus became enamored with the wife. She was full of life and strength and she was never afraid to remind you of it. Still, he kept his distance--he knew better: not only was he a slave and she a free woman, she was married to his master and friend. Despite this, the woman seemed drawn to Klaus, as well. Like many Romans, she was fascinated with Greek culture and the Greeks themselves, and he was far quieter and thoughtful than her husband. At first he would shy away from her advances, but he eventually warmed up to her and the two seemed to be in love. An affair continued behind the master's back.

One night, however, the master walked in on the lovers. Rather than take responsibility for the affair, the woman insisted that Klaus had forced himself upon her and he had little choice but to flee. The master was persistent, however, and was on his heels with city guards as the slave ran away.

It wasn't long before he was cornered, though he didn't have a chance to defend himself--the men and master were slain by a single figure. Klaus thought he was safe until the killer turned on him. Unlike the other men, though, he awoke from death as a vampire. Despite saving his life, his sire was less than kind. Because of this, in less than fifty years, Klaus made a choice to fend for himself.

After this, he travelled about alone, typically high on far too much blood. But as the years went on, he found some chill. In about the 14th century, he found love with another vampire (the only vampire for him to ever care for romantically as his typical choice before then and after has been humans) and they were together for a couple hundred years. Then, in the age of exploration, they grew apart; his now ex-lover went East and Klaus travelled West to the New World. It was here that he met and turned Mira in Colonial America.

Personality: Klaus comes as very laid back and easy going, maybe even a little smug, but formal. He can be very charismatic and flirtatious, as well. That said, he as a darker and more serious that comes out when he feels vulnerable or angry. Underneath the exterior, he can be rather sadistic and cruel. If he catches you alone and doesn't think any repercussions will come of it, he'll be rather antagonizing. Despite this, he's basically a teenage girl when it comes to romance, which accounts for his string of human lovers over the years.

Power: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Sides:

Kingstons: Couldn't care less about the Kingstons, though he is protective and loyal to the vampire he turned who happens to be their head. Particularly doesn't like Praetor.

Blackmoores: Prefers the Blackmoore family if he had to choose, but also thinks they could chill out a little.

Rogues: Arguably is one, but keeps to himself and doesn't stay in place very long. Doesn't have a preference either way when it comes to them.

Morven: Finds her strange because of her lifestyle, but respects her nonetheless.

Humans: Mostly indifferent despite his choice in lovers is typically human.

Werewolves: Dreams to own one as a pet one day. Racist af when it comes to 'wolves and thinks them to be abominations better left alone.

Other: Is an artist (primarily paints/draws), wears argyle socks, plays various instruments (prefers piano), bisexual. Doesn't feed as often as younger vampires--typically once or twice a week. Has had a few human lovers over the years, but tends to kill humans when he feeds. Basically a free roaming rule breaker, but often gets off the hook thanks to Mira.

Name: Maria Blackmoore Age: Turned at 20 in 1712, actual age around 302 Appearance: Bio: Maria was born in 1692 in the Caribbean, the daughter of a tavern wench and a pirate. She was raised in the tavern and hence was a far cry from a lady, having the mouth of a sailor and the body and attitude of a saucy wench. She made a living by singing in the tavern and selling her body to only the most prestigious and wealthy pirates. She has counted several famous and ruthless pirate captains among her lovers. But one night a stranger came to the tavern and heard her sing. After talking with her she drew his interest and he decided to bestow a gift upon her. This stranger was none other then Alistair Blackmoore. Maria was reborn that night as a true creature of the night. She has followed and remained near Alistair ever since, traveling with him all the way to New York City. She stays in a lower part of town, although she can afford much higher because of Alistair taking care of her bank account, because that is where she feels most comfortable. She sings and performs at a club called Tortuga. It reminds her of her old life and it's easy to pick up meals there. Personality: Alistair taught her how to be a lady but Maria's sauce and fire never left her. She is far happier singing in a club then at a fancy party. She is loyal to Alistair but doesn't like it when he or anyone else tries to make her into something she's not, dress her up like a doll and make her act like a high-class lady. Really all she wants is to be accepted for who she is. But is Alistair asked her to, she would do it. She wouldn't be happy about it, but she'd do it. Giving her the gift of youth and beauty forever has made her very grateful to Alistair. There is nothing she wouldn't do for him if he asked. Maria can be quite the flirt. She enjoys making men excited and then leaving them wanting more. It amuses her how easy human men are to manipulate. By the same token she doesn't really get along well with females, either human or vampire. But the ones who take the time to get to know her and try to understand her she can be a good friend. What family do you belong to: Blackmoore Power: Siren Song - she has the ability to slightly hypnotize with her voice and can use it to get men to do what she wants for a short time and wipe short term memories. Side: Indifferent Weapon: small dagger strapped to her thigh, just in case of trouble Other: has burns on her back from when one of her pirate lovers tried to brand her as his. He didn't survive that night.

NAME: Alistair (Lindsay) Blackmoore AGE: 688, appears in his mid-twenties. TURNED: August, 1350 – was 24 years old at the time. BIO: Alistair's memories of his human past are disjointed at best. Others would call them “barely there”. They're like that by choice. If, by any chance, he begins to cheerily recite tales of his mortal life as a swordsman, or a soldier, or a nobleman, or a merchant, they are the most obvious of lies. What he does remember is that he was born in a medium-sized port town on the coast of Scotland, raised by up to fifteen mothers – only one of them biological – and he was dirt-poor. Naturally, his Mother was a prostitute, and he a bastard. Never destined for an education, never destined for greatness, never destined to be anything but just another street-rat. He was raised communally, mostly because his Mother was very poorly with a cocktail of disease and poverty when she had him. Nevertheless, she continued working in the brothel so that he didn't have to, at least until Alistair was independent enough to find work and shelter of his own. Alistair was ten years old when she died. Without a father, or any real guiding figure in his life, he resorted to theft and looting to survive with a band of misfits, most of whom at least had a home to return to at the end of the day, unlike him. When the Black Death rolled around, arriving in the town via ships and trade routes, the whole area was ravaged. The poorest fell first. Alistair was twenty when he was struck down by the virulent bubonic plague, though he lasted longer than most with a natural resistance to illness. Just before his inevitable death, he was inexplicably turned by his sire. The vampire was the acting chieftain of the original Clan Blackmoore, a group that sought to restore a barbaric way of life in the country. His duty as a young fledgeling was to combat enemy vampires on the moors when there was no blood around to drink and no shelter from sunlight. As the youngest in his group, he was either thrown diseased humans to drain dry or an enemy vampire. His early days of vampirism were marked by unquenchable thirst and unadulterated madness... but they served him well, allowing him a much higher tolerance for the blood of his own kind than many others would even dream of. Vampires changed during the Scottish territory wars grew into hardier stuff than most – those that survived to Alistair's age, at least. While starving in the moors, the leadership stubbornly refused to let anyone flee for their lives. Alistair had just enough charisma and relation to the by-then deceased chieftain to attract a small following. These vampires he led to safety, fighting through his own brothers and sisters alike. Since then, he has had a distaste for war as a whole; however, that doesn't mean he isn't good at it. From the late 1600s to the 1730s, Alistair spent his time travelling the world in something of a 'mid-life crisis', leaving his country in what he considered to be the capable hands of his Council in order to seek out talented and interesting folk to claim under his family name. When in the Carribbean, he found and turned Maria - mostly for her unique toughness for a women of the era - who is one of his most trusted companions, despite not being on the Council herself. His exploration of the world was cut short by the tumultuous political climate in his home country around 1730 and he was forced to return. He acquired a reputation as “the smiling tyrant” at the end of the Jacobite rebellions during which other vampires attempted to stage a coup to overthrow him. He and his faithful relentlessly weeded out the upstarts to execute them publicly along with their families and anyone associated with them. On the verge of being found out by vampire-hunters in the 1800s, he and those closest to him moved to New York City as it would be easier to blend in while drinking human blood there – after he eradicated his enemies in Scotland, of course. It wouldn't be good to be seen as "fleeing". TL;DR: died of the Black Death, fought in territory wars and then took control over Clan Blackmoore before moving to New York in the 1800s. PERSONALITY: Alistair is leadership material. Charismatic, humorous and ever-friendly, Alistair has ruled for so long by being nice to those he likes – those that follow the rules – and ruthlessly shutting down those he does not. He does have a tendency to be a little melodramatic but in general that's all a part of his extrovert persona. Nobody likes a stick in the mud, after all. Having lived for centuries now, he likes life to be spontaneous and utterly hates boredom and boring people. Alistair is honestly a reluctant family head. He just doesn't trust anyone else to keep their cool and spark a war when faced with even the minor conflicts he deals with on a day-to-day basis. He places a great emphasis on fairness and would never kill without what he perceives as just cause (though that can include drinking from humans – his morals are a little flexible). Despite being somewhat unselfish and generous when it comes to giving out wealth and kindness to others, he does hoard the pretty, expensive things in life, perhaps due to never having had them as a younger man. Not just material goods but people too, attractive in looks or personality. He's an eccentric, that's for sure. FAMILY: The Head of Clan Blackmoore

• Freely allows drinking from humans in the city; however, explicitly forbids leaving them or any witnesses alive afterwards.
• Within the clan, drinking from animal blood or frozen blood is frowned upon as it is seen as weak – only the most traditional vampires survive in Clan Blackmoore.
• A newly turned vampire or one intending to be turned by a family member must be brought before the Council of Clan Blackmoore to be judged.
• Overall, Blackmoore vampires place a high emphasis on survival. They are known for their uncompromising methods of dealing with troublesome, non-transient rogues: join Clan Blackmoore or die.

POWER: Control Over Disease – If he concentrates, Alistair can give humans and even vampires the sensation of feeling violently ill with close proximity to them. That includes nausea, dizziness, headaches and more. One minor ability that this also appears to grant him is a extremely high (near-immunity) to the side effects of vampire blood, regardless of age. SIDE:

• Humans – Against, mildly. Sees vampire-kind as an advanced form of them. Humans are not worth his time.
• The Kingston Family – Against, if only because of clashing morality. Thinks Mira is cute, if young.
• Rogues – Against. Thinks them a danger to his own family and as vampire-kind as a whole.
• Werewolves – No opinion.

WEAPON: Fights with a thin, exquisitely-crafted long sword as he believes it easier than ranged weapons to take out a vampire. Makes it much easier for him to behead a vampire, thus killing them. Rarely carries his handgun, except in rare cases. OTHER:

• A free spirit, amused by and often in support of human activism and protests. Donates extensively to charity schemes seeking to prevent human trafficking and prostitution.
• Occasionally (every few decades) attends university as either a student or a lecturer for one of three subjects: History, Gaelic, or Theatre Studies. He might be a savage, but at least he's an educated savage.
• Was a key player in the Jacobite Rebellions and took part in both World Wars for a change of pace, though in the latter he was dealing with a hostile vampire presence in Europe making waves under the cover of human politics.

{Adelisa||turned in her late teens early 20s and is 214||Blackmoore||Neutral||Healing and may be able to transfer wounds to another, but hasn't tried it yet}

{Bio}
Adelisa became an apothecary after her mother died of disease. She learned all she could and as time went on, her father started wanting her to find a husband. Many suitors tried to catch her eye, but none even got a glance. Finally, her father arranged a marriage with a handsomely rich man that was also a complete chauvinist. Adelisa decided to run away and ended up in a very bad town. It was raining so she decided to locate some shelter, but ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. She ended up in a tavern where nasty, evil men drank. They saw her and asked her many questions. She was gullible to strange men at that point, seeing as she lived in a fairly small town, and answered them all. They tricked her into going into the alley where they had their way with her and stabbed her multiple times. A man found her, bleeding and dying, and decided to save her... with a price of course. She was made into his slave until about 60 years ago when she escaped from his clutches. She has been a rogue ever since.

{Personality}
Adelisa was always one to go against the grain. She is a feirce, determined woman. If she sets her mind to something, she'll get it done. She has a caring, creative heart and doesn't take anything for granted. She is a sarcastic, playful girl that will come back with a snip at anyone's pride. As for flirting and things of that nature, Adelisa is bashful and will blush furiously if someone flirts with her. She is a hopeless romantic and loves when others tell her love stories. She's a strong woman, emotionally; and becomes embarrassed if she cries in front of people. Adelisa is terrified of men, but she shows her fear through pushing them away.

{Other}
Her scars from her past are still evident on her body, so she hides under long sleeves and no one has ever seen her scars.

Name: Mathias Heidrich Age: Turned at the age of 26 in the year 1939 making total age 102 Appearance: Height: 6’10 Weight: 296 Bio: Mathias grew up on a small farm a few miles outside of a Small German Industrial Town. Life was simple and peaceful, he and his family were Jewish Germans; fate was not on their side. They had heard little word of the growing persecution of the Jewish people because they rarely went into town since they practiced religion at home; their father was a Reformist Jew and did not want his children exposed to the Orthodox Church. Mathias and his family had settled in to observe the Sabbath when they heard a feint rumbling and before long they felt it. A few small trinkets and bobbles fell off of a dresser and even the menorah fell to the ground and quickly snuffed itself out under the wax; an ill omen indeed. Their father peered through the window and turned pale faced to his children, “Mathias hide the menorah quickly!” There was no questioning his father, Mathias did as he was told and then tried to comfort his sister. Three soft knocks cut through the silent air as everyone became tense, their father motioned for them to relax as he went to the door and opened it slowly. “Guten Abend Herr.” The man said adjusting the black military cap upon his head with his fine leather gloves. Without a word the man slowly stepped into the home followed by two men wearing similar outfits except they were both shouldering MP 40s. “I hope we are not interrupting anything important.” Slowly a chair was pulled out from the table and the man sat down and placed his hat gently on the table before he began to slowly eye the family and their home, “I could sit here and play coy… give you hope but I am tired and in no mood for games.” The man used the tip of his buffed leather shoes to scrape a small amount of wax from the floor and sighed softly as he motioned to the two men. Swiftly they opened fire upon Mathias’s father and sister, blood spattering his face and their humble home. The man gestured again and the two stopped but kept their guns pointed at Mathias as their leader stood donning his officer’s cap, “I heard there was a Jewish family out this way, but that wasn’t what interested me.” He shook his head and walked a few feet from Mathias who was still paralyzed with shock, “What interests me is what I heard about a goliath and it seems the tales were true.” Mathias had finally turned from shock to enraged, he looked up ready to throttle the man death or not but he was met with a nightstick to the side of his head and the world became darkness. When consciousness returned Mathias’s eyes struggled to focus against the bright light blaring down upon his face. His mental faculties returning along with his memory he began to thrash in rage yelling out obscenities at the Nazi’s his eyes made out in the room, but it was no use he had been strapped down tightly to a cold metal table. After nearly ten minutes Mathias’s head began to pound too hard from what one could assume would be a concussion from the blow to the head. Slowly he began to stop thrashing as the same man from before approached slowly and into clear view. “I doubt a Jewish Golem like you has heard of the Ahnenerbe, but that matters not… nothing matters for you anymore.” The man finished with a cold smirk as Mathias tried to retort but was quickly gagged before the man adjusted the amount of a drug being dripped into the unfortunate subject’s veins. For weeks maybe months Mathias awoke and faded into a drug haze mixed in a blur of blinding pain even with the drugs they pumped him full of. After what felt like years to Mathias he awoke less groggy than before but still restrained. Looking down at what he could see of his body he noticed he was heavily bandaged, the gaze stinking slightly of antiseptic and the feint tinge of blood seeping through a few areas. The pain was still burning his entire body, his head, chest, legs, arms, all of it racked his brain with pulses of anguish, but even still something seemed wrong. There were other feelings past the pain. It felt like his skin was pulled tight in many areas on his body, everything felt much heavier, even the act of breathing felt as if he had bricks upon his chest. Time passed by slowly as Mathias’s mind raced about what those damned Nazis had done to him and his rage and anger rose again like the tide of an endless ocean of rage when suddenly his attention suddenly snapped to the handle of the door to his room. The door swung open with a low creek as a man in doctor’s surgery gown and mask walked into the room with a chart in hand. The doctor shut the door behind himself as he approached the foot of the bed, “Well seems the subdurmal implants were a success.” The doctor stated matter of factly, “Subject GJ1 Ready for termination, application to German Loyalist greenlighted.” He finished flipping down the chart as their gaze met, “At least that is what the chart says. How do you feel about that?” The doctor said as he pulled down his face guard. “I think you can rot in hell Nazi scum, if I could I would take the whole lot of you with me screaming and kicking… I won’t beg.” The doctor laughed heartily and then smiled wide, but something didn’t seem right Mathias thought, he swore the man had fangs like a dog, “No I suppose you wouldn’t would you?” he said rhetorically to Mathias as he approached the side of the bed and leaned in close so they were mere inches apart. “Were you expecting something different Nazi filth?” As Mathias finished his words the man firmly gripped his chin, Mathias tried to pull away but the man’s grip was like iron. “I am not a Nazi, and I am here to offer you something.” The man finished his words with another smile this time bearing his fangs so Mathias could get a good look. A curiosity overtook any sense of caution Mathias may have had about the situation, besides he was going to be killed anyhow, “Oh? A last meal? What can you offer me? And why would you offer me something… and why would you be here if you are not a Nazi?” “A last meal? Hah, of sorts maybe.. if you accept.” The man was pale and oddly beautiful, though the thought made Mathias squirm a bit at such a random thought at this or any time, “I go where I want and I was watching when they took you. You could say I was curious.” Mathias went to speak but the man gave him a look that silenced him instantly, “I offer revenge. Revenge on those who wronged you on many levels. Nazi’s like this disgust me, I usually do not get involved in the affairs of men but I found what these men did here particularly repulsive.” Revenge? Mathias’s eyes widened at the though, he had ruled it impossible and already resigned himself to a bitter death in this hell hole; to be rejoined with his family. The more he thought the more his rage devoured his soul and consumed his person. He became lost in his thoughts for a time before a light squeeze from the man brought his attention back to the real world and the… Man? Before him. “So? Do you accept my generous offer or do you wish to die here with your Nazi friends continuing their experiments while you rot in the ground?” The man said everything softly in a cooing tone, it seemed almost mocking but something in his eyes gave off a bit of concern. “Revenge.” Mathias said barely audible but it was obvious the man heard him. Slowly the man brought his wrist to his pointed teeth and sliced open a part of his wrist and held it near to Mathias’s lips and locked eyes with him. “Drink.” He said firmly. Mathias was past the point where questions of who and what were important; he did as the man commanded and began to drink the blood. When he finished the man smiled and briskly turned Mathias’s neck and buried his fangs deep into his flesh and began to drink. Mathias was unconcerned with his life at this point but even this surprised him. His eyes began to feel heavy as he could feel the life draining from his body and the world slowly beginning to fade away. “I will see you soon, after you have exacted your revenge.” The soft words were whispered into his ear just before the darkness once again took him. Bursting forth with a bewildered look and a mouth full of dirt Mathias rubbed his eyes and spat. Slowly he looked around and noticed he was still in the camp, in the grave pit? He began to run his hands over his now naked body and he felt the large raises in his skin and pressed firmly. Metal? They must have inserted armor plating under his skin, now the weight on his body had made sense, but now he felt better than he ever heard before. Suddenly his mind snapped back to the man and his head began to swim with the sounds and smells about he had never been able to sense before. The sensations almost overwhelmed him when suddenly he heard a familiar voice. “Guten Abend.” The familiar voice of the bastard who ruined his family and his life caught his ears. Mathias felt a hunger but it was quickly overcome by rage, before Mathias knew what was happening screams and blood began to erupt throughout the camp. He felt shots ping from the plates as warm blood ran down his throat. The camp was not staffed with more than ten men but none of them would survive that night. When the carnage was done and Mathias slowly returned to his senses. He was naked and caked with blood, crusted and coagulated. The sheer carnage of smashed skulls and disemboweled bodies caused him to wretch in horror as a good amount of the blood he had devoured splashed onto the already blood soaked ground at his feet. “I gave you what you wanted, lost your stomach for revenge?” The familiar voice cut through the silence like a knife. Quickly Mathias’s gaze locked upon the man who had given him this gift. Mathias looked angry but soon his face calmed, he realized the man wasn’t responsible for this, he was. While he was glad he had gotten his revenge he still felt disgusted by the carnage. “I guess the first lesson has been learned, but come there are many more.” The man said approaching Mathias with some loose cloths to cover his form. Still lost in a swim of emotion and the smell of blood Mathias put the cloths on and followed his new caretaker. After many years of learning what it was like to be a vampire and the morals of his Master Mathias had begun to take up training in CQC, Mixed Martial Arts & Firearms. He spent a long time working security for his new family and enjoyed a simple quiet peaceful life keeping them safe. His Maker had taught him that life was precious no matter human or vampire, and that giving into the urge to feed could lead to problems and was an unnecessary barbarity of the older ages. In the year 1985 the family decided to leave Germany to come to America due to the pressure of another Rival family in Germany beginning to press hard on their businesses and working on a hostile takeover. They liquidated their assets after losing a financial shadow battle and decided New York would be a better place to remake their fortune and continue their peaceful life-style once again. At first New York was a great change of pace for the family, they were able to enjoy all of the daytime activities that could be had at night. The business opportunities were also plentiful and so their money soon became a non-problem once again. The family’s future seemed bright, they had opened a security firm to protect high-rollers and other important clientele which was perfect for Mathias, and he could easily hide his bulky and frightening form under a SWAT grade semi-militant uniform. However when the clan wars began to become serious his family’s manor was sacked and decimated, none of his family survived as far as he knew. He had only survived due to the fact he had been pre-occupied on an extended escort mission of a foreign diplomat. Once again Mathias lost his family and once again the rage boiled below the surface. He was alone now and had heard of a family, one of the two to survive, the Kingston family. Gathering what he could of the families assets and heirlooms he set up shop as a private security contractor and operated his search for those responsible from his new hidden home. Hopefully he would be able to ally himself to the Kingston family and one day get the chance to avenge his family. Personality: Mathias is calm and collected in most cases. His temper doesn't really flare unless people he cares about are harmed or in danger. Mathias often speaks softly and near monotone, he appears much colder than he is; his heart is truly gentle unless a conflict is forced or necessary. He is honest and earnest, he tries his best to see things objectively. What family do you belong to?None Currently, Seeking Asylum with Kingston. Power: Massive Strength & Speed (No mental abilities just pure physical power and prowess.) Side: With Humans Weapon: Other: The Armor Plating is not as refined and all meshing as the image above, it was just to give a decent idea of what it is like. Thicker bulkier and gaps. Also the gloves are makeshift tactical gloves they just have the steel striking part and guard like the image (had to use FMA image couldn't find anything else to fit). He looks older due to the stress the experiments put on his body, his skull armor consists of a frontal plate mask that protects around the eyes and forehead with cranial plating over the forehead and to the back of the skull. Places like the jaw and mouth are uncovered so that speaking freely is possible without movement restriction.

Sick character.

Cole Harland

Age: 34(was changed at 26)  Bio: Born and raised in Manhattan, Cole grew up in the Lower East Side of the city with his mother and younger brother, Jonathan. His mother, Caitlyn, raised her two children after their father died though she would not tell the boys how until they were much older. Cole always got into fights at school due to his brother being bullied as Jonathan was not as social as his brother. The two brother had each others backs and when it was time to go to college the Harlands were the life of every party. Jonathan became more of a socialite and Cole, while still an avid partygoer, began to focus more energy into his studies.  After college the brothers didn't really have much. While Cole was more than willing to get a job Jonathan was leaning towards more illegal sources of pay. Cole, being the big brother, felt the need to watch his brother's back like the old days and so the two worked together for soemtime in the underworld of Manhattan. Guarding shipments, transporting drugs, collecting protection money, the usual mob business. It wasn't until Cole was twenty-six that things would start to get ugly. Jonathan was getting ambitious and was soon making big moves in the underworld. Cole wanted to get out but to do that he and his brother had to pull one more job. It was a classic snatch and grab, apparently this guy owed someone a large abount of money and need to be taught a lesson. The brothers chased him down and into an alleyway, they thought they had him cornered but that's when everything went to hell. Something was there with them in the dark. It killed the guy they were chasing and then attacked the Harlands. Cole woke up in the Coven of House Blackmoore but he never found out the fate of his brother.  Cole desperately searched for Jonathan, using his brother's sources and contacts he scoured the city but there was no word of his younger brother...it's been almost a decade.  Personality:As a result of his experiences during childhood Cole is a very tough guy. He rarely lets his emotions cloud his judgement and not many are able to see the true him, the side that is hurting after the loss of his brother. When not on business however Cole can be an entertaining friend. When not working for the family he spends his times either at nightclubs, bars, or any place that has drinks, music, and women. Attaining immortality has change the way he goes about living his life. He is not so much worried about the future as he has all the time to plan for it. His desire to hold onto that immortality has made him capable of doing whatever is necessary to continue being immortal. To put it simply Cole is hurt, but thanks to his immortality he has a lifetime to drink his sorrows away which makes him willing to do anything to keep that gift.  Family: Blackmoore Power: Cole has the ability to cause anything he touches to decay at an accelerated rate. This depends on the size, thickness, and material of the object. Humans can be decomposed in about one minute. Things like a car or any inorganic material would take slightly longer from a minute and a half to two minutes.  Side:While Cole has no hatred for humans he does not wish for any sort of assimilation or for them to discover vampires. He fears they will react as they have in the past when faced with the unknown which is with violence. Weapons:

Theo was born during the Anglo-Saxon Era, but mostly believed in the Roman lifestyle. He was born from a Celtic woman and a Roman man, his mother being one of the many victims of rape. His entire childhood consisted of harsh treatment and cruelty. His own mother dispised him because he looked too much like his father. He tried to make peace with his mother as his teen years came about, but her refusal ended with him being excommunicated from the area. He escaped to Rome to look for his father, but by that time Rome was depleting. He found his father and his father took him in with open arms seeing as he needed a male to pass his fortune down too and he only had daughters. His father trained him in the ways of combat and that was when Theo grew his power-hungry habit. His father's wife noticed the young man and instantly wanted him, as she was just as young as him. As his step-mother persuede him, Theo brushed off her advances. Soon, she grew tired of him ignoring her and forced herself into him. Theo's father caught his young wife on top of Theo, but the woman said he was raping her; causing Theo's father to execute him. Theo's father dragged him out of his house and beat him until he was on the verge of bleeding out. His father left him to die and a young maiden, a maid that fell for Theo, turned him so he wouldn't die. Theo had no knowledge of what happened to him, but as the young maiden, Thenia, explained, he realized how powerful he was because of her. He stayed with her, thinking he loved her just as much as she loved him, but really he was in love with power. Theo fought along side Thenia until she died in his arms, him telling her her weakness was something he could never love. He was pure evil then. He killed many innocent people, mostly women, and he was efficiently named Jack the Ripper at one stage of his life. He came across a young woman, bleeding out. He thought she was so beautiful, that he had to keep her for himself. He turned her and made her his slave. This girl, Adelisa, was going to be his wife. That is, until she escaped his grasp. He is now looking for this girl, but he also wants to own the night. He decided to create a rogue family called Blod. Theo heads this "family" and destroys any family he thinks should be destroyed. He is a mysterious and evil man. He is very charming and suave, like a serpent in the grass. He has a nasty temper and is very cold towards anyone. He is the exact definition of a psychopath. He has no remorse for his doings and actually thinks it is fun to kill innocent people. He can be very kind, but only to those he can use.

Name: Otto Aletho Age: Turned at age 25, Currently age 299 Appearance: Bio: Otto was born years before the War of Jenkins' Ear in Great Britain. After many years of fighting, Otto and his father were enlisted in the military and fought for there country for many years. Unfortunately, Otto's father was killed in battle and was never buried due to the fact that the defeat caused the whole army to have to retreat very quickly, and his father was not one of the many dead taken from the battlefield. Otto mourned the loss of his father, but this did not stop him from fighting even harder against the Spanish. After another 2 years of relentless war, the was finally over, and Otto was sent back home to Britain. When he returned home, he had planed to marry and have children, to live the quiet life, unfortunately for him, life had different plans. On a ship back to Britain, he was bitten by one of his fellow soldiers who happened to be a vampire. The rest of the soldiers assumed that he had died of disease, but when he awoke the next morning in his home, being readied for burial, he soon realized that was not the case. After years of living an ageless life, Otto embarked on a journey that led him to York, and he has lived there ever since. Personality: Otto has a crazy but kind sense of humor. Sometimes, his jokes are hurtful but he doesn't mean it that way. He get's defensive over sore spots but is all very loyal and trustworthy towards his friends. His sarcasm is hilarious and everything about him is comical and funny. He can be serious when he wants to, especially when people threaten things he loves. What family do you belong to: Kingston Power: Otto can shape and manipulate kinetic energy. He can transfer kinetic energy from one object to another, thus strengthening his attacks, or tearing holes in walls with a simple touch. Side: Indifferent. Otto sees no problem or use in humans. He sees no reason for him to hate them since they provide him the essence in which he lives off, he also sees no reason to value them any longer. Other: Has a British accent.

Chemist of the Night

NAME: Jareth ALIASES AND NICKNAMES: Jar, Chemist of the Night, JRock, The Cook. AGE: 57 TURNED: June 4th, 1982 PERSONALITY:Fun-loving, dark-hearted, musical, calculating, hot-headed, passionate, mean-spirited and extremely ambitious. Don’t let the rocker looks fool you, his business acumen is unmatched. His intelligence also makes him prideful and hard to get along with at times. Jareth also does everything with a dramatic - often theatrical and bordering on flamboyant - flair. BIOGRAPHY: Jareth was at his prime in the late seventies and early eighties. He spent his days sleeping in and his nights getting drunk, high, and making music with the boys. Jareth was the lead singer and guitarist for Crim Son, a little band he started in his foster parents’ garage - before they kicked him out, that is. I guess they didn’t like the drugs, or his friends, or his music, or… him. Even before vampirism - even with the excessive drug use - Jareth had a great mind, talent, and ambition on his side. His little garage band took off in the local Portland region, gaining a decent following and, fortunate for the boys, a few groupies. After a show one night, Jar was smoking out in the alley behind the bar when a hot little thing with fiery hair and a leather miniskirt approached him. Thinking her another groupie and always being one to objectify women, Jareth pinned her against the brick wall and kissed her hard and fast. At his brutish reaction to her charm, the vampire woman clutched her hand around his chin and switched their position only to slam him against the wall with enough force to make him shudder. “No, no, little beauty. I’m going to teach you how to submit.” She said in a purr. Jareth can’t remember much of what happened next, he remembers pain similar to getting a tattoo, except one his neck. He assumes that’s when she bit him. But she didn’t turn him then, oh no, that would have ruined all her fun. When he woke up he was tied up in leather and chains, coated in his own blood. She did things to him, evil torturous things, sometimes pleasurable things, and in a way it may have seemed like she was doing these things to show him that the way he treated women was wrong. But that wasn’t the case, she was just evil, and her behavior only caused his hatred to grow, but Jareth was clever in his hatred. Such a clever boy. The ruby-haired woman promised that if he should ever learn to submit to her, she would make him strong like she was, and he could be hers forever. Strength, Jareth craved to feel strong again, so he put his mind to work. He had convinced her that she had broken him, that he had come to love her in all the torture and time. So she turned him into a vampire, and as soon as he was able, he killed her. It didn’t take long for Jareth to figure out what his special powers were. His strengths in life became his strengths in death, as his brilliant mind constantly worked in overdrive. In the dawn of modern science, Jareth had a knack for things like chemistry and synthesis. And what did he do with his awesome powers, well he figured out how to make money, of course. Vampires, especially old vampires, get bored easily -They have an eternity to live, to explore, to contemplate, and they can’t even get high? And what do vampires have a lot of, especially the older ones? Money, and they are more than willing to spend it, especially on the darker things in life. Jareth got to work synthesizing a drug that works on vampires. He figured out a way to genetically and chemically alter human blood so that it gave vampires the effect of being high, a high much like that of tripping on acid. All vampires react to O-neg a bit differently, but for Jar, it gave him back the only thing he missed about his humanity: a way to escape his own mind. For some vampires it felt like ecstasy, or just pot, or acid, it could take you all the way up and then let you crash through the floorboards. For Jareth, it gave him back the inspiration he needed to continue with his music, it stopped the endless thinking, thinking, thinking… Vampires took to O-neg like kids in a candy store, and before long, Jareth was one of the youngest extremely wealthy vampires in the US. Wealthy, but not famous, Jareth wasn’t stupid; He kept his recipe hidden in his head and his work severely underground. In his travels, Jareth met Theo and they bonded like two f**ked up peas in a pod. Jareth is the money and brains behind Blod, and Theo is the brute strength. Theo was just the person that Jar needed to find in order to keep him safe from his own ambitious ways. FAMILY: Rogue – Blod family member. Jareth keeps his membership to Blod a secret, much like his O-neg lab. Even Adelisa wouldn’t recognize him as a Blod member… the only one who knows, and the only one who matters, is Theo. POWER: Brilliant Mind. The whole idea of people having a stronger left brain or right brain doesn’t apply to Jareth, he excels at both the arts and sciences. He is what the humans would call a bonafide genius. That being said, his mind is his own strength and weakness – it is impermeable to compulsion and mental manipulation, but his intelligence hinders his perception of social cues and morality. SIDES: Downright evil. He likes other vampires, but he seeks out the fall of the other established families in the city, desiring to have the whole city in O-neg’s grasp. Jareth is more than willing to drink from and kill humans. He is also known to be an extreme misogynist. WEAPON:Chemical warfare, where he lacks in strength, he makes up for in intelligence and crafty weaponry. Homemade bombs and acids, chemicals and fire, those sorts of things are his forte. OTHER:Don’t let the rocker chic and the charm fool you, Jareth is NOT one of the good guys.

Name: Lee Montgomery Age: 35 (159 Years old) Appearance: Bio: Lee was born a slave in the 1800's back in Alabama. He hated his life no doubt, he worked my hours and was whipped regularly. Lee had tried to escape many times but was caught all this time, his scars can be easily seen on his back. After years of hard and unforgiving work, Lee was offered.a job. The owner of the plantation told Lee to quart his daughter to keep the other men away from her. Lee spent most of his days with the young woman, and eventually fell in love with her. Unfortunately, she was sent to her uncles home before he could admit it to here, but before she left she gave him a gift, a simple bite on the neck, and Lee became what he is today, a vampire. Personality: Lee is a serious young man who is very reserved. He likes to observe before jumping in the action blind. He is calm and calculative, ready for any situation. He is a quiet man, this puts some people of bur once they get to know him he is very trustable. He likes to think outside the box and always acts like a gentleman. What family do you belong to? None(Freelancer, mercenary everyone) Power: Lee has the ability to transform into a large beast. The beasts is about 10 feet teal and his extremely strong, able to grab a super tanker without breaking a sweat. The beast is grey with large red patches on his arms, and long spikes on his back. Side: Lee sees humans as useless and useful. They provide him with food but become useless once they no longer have any. Weapon: Hand-to-hand combat/. And a short sword/guns/car. Other: African American and was 3rd generation African.