Name: Anrah

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Appearance: [img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/6f321f68e9d01c0954629210addc175d/tumblr_ndpvtuODpx1qf8mfdo6_500.jpg[/img]

Personality: Anrah can get angry very quickly, and is not very forgiving once she is wronged. She's protective of those she has deemed part of her family, and is the most ruthless if you harm them. She isn't good at being comforting in the traditional way, but she'll give you the cold hard facts of the situation at hand, and she won't be soft on you or hide the truths she sees. She likes control but is also adaptable if she can get a read on the situation at hand and rework it in her mind until she is more comfortable/knowledgeable of her place.

Likes: Writing, street fighting, reading, and music. She'll read books for hours and shut people out until something bigger sparks her curiosity.

Dislikes: Ignorance, tea, cowardice, manipulation, heat, elitists, extremists, loud noises and cities. Being left out of the loop can cause her a bit of anxiety because she likes control of her mind and situation, so she hates when people try to hide things from her.

History: Anrah grew up in a family that was always moving; from country to country, she never had a great time making friends or having an up-to-par education. When she was 8, she asked her mom to homeschool her since she knew she wouldn't be able to keep catching up in school. By making games and hands-on assignments, her mother taught her faster than any school, and by the time she was 14 she was a year above her grade level. Her dad decided he could no longer handle the nomad like lifestyle they led, and settled down in Wales right before her 15th birthday.

She was separated from her mother at 16 in a flood in Dublin. Unable to find her mother after things were clear, Anrah continued to travel by herself around Ireland for another 2 years. Deciding she liked Ireland, at least the more natural parts of it, she chose to walk through the country side and view all the old castles on foot. On her 19th birthday, she was sleeping in one of the old abandoned castles when she was brought to wakefulness by the crunching of rock and dirt beneath feet. As soon as she got up to look around, she felt pain in her neck and everything went black. She later awoke in the castle.
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Name: Taeyang "Yang" Cheochi

Gender: Male

Age: 128

Appearance: [img]http://m.f17.img.vnecdn.net/2014/04/28/large-5969-1398683015.jpg[/img]
Personality: Yang is still young in his mind, and likes the idea of the role of little brother amongst the Elder vampires. He tends to tease and try to lighten the atmosphere when he feels things are getting too tense. He'd act like the fun older brother to the fledglings coming in, acting as the "middle child" between the two groups. He has a habit of swearing in Korean if he gets flustered or upset- but he tries to hide those feelings and stay acting as the fun loving person he wants people to see him as. He acts a bit like a kicked puppy if offended or hurt, and usually wonders what he did wrong on his nightly walks.

Likes: Yang loves movies and how much they've progressed. He likes old castles and architecture, reading, stretching and sitting in weird/uncomfortable looking poses- though they are the most comfortable to him. He likes being around others and making them happy and more comfortable, as it helps him feel better when others do.

Dislikes: Tension, no conversation when many are around. Continuous talking when he is obviously busy or trying to read. Being yelled at and left out/pushed away. 

History: Born at the tail-end of 1886 to a Korean ambassador, Taeyang was traveling to foreign countries at a very young age. He made friends all around the world and had to learn several languages- or at least good enough to hold a conversation with kids around his age. It was in these travels that he both learned his love of reading- the boat rides were very long, after all- and his need to please others; He had it instilled in him to make the children of the other ambassadors and leaders happy, thus creating good relations between the -hopefully- next generation of nation leaders and ambassadors. 

This continued up until his 28th year of life. The first World War was just a few months started, and as a neutral country, his father- and subsequently, still him despite his age- was sent to talk with both the Allies' ambassadors and the Axis'. This led to his kidnapping in late October of 1914, in the middle of the First Battle of Ypres. Prussian spies, sent to kidnap the Belgian ambassador- whom his father was in a meeting with- found it better to take him in hopes of strong-arming Korea to join their side. He was tortured, and interrogated for information.

When the Powers in Korea declined joining the Axis', and all but signed his death warrant, he was put out in the front lines with no weapon. He tried running, and was close to the Allies' stronghold when a shot rang out and pain erupted in his stomach. Last thing he remembers is someone shouting, then a man in a British uniform dragging him somewhere secluded and biting him. When he woke up he was in the castle and grudgingly greeted by the other Elders. It's been his life ever since.