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Name: Hava ‘aka Haven’ Lucianus

Age: She lost count long ago

Species: Werewolf

Sexuality:Her door swings both ways

Relationship Status: Nothing committed

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Height: 5’2

Build: Lean and athletic

Eyes:Bright Green and slightly animalistic looking

Hair: Black

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Haven has many scars from her years being alive. See written out appearance.



Time has left Haven with many scars over the years. No one as old as herself would be alive this long if she didn't have the scars to prove the fights she survived. She has one long scar that goes from her hip to the top of her rib cage. A set of three claw marks stretches across the left side of her neck, and her lower left arm has burns marks covering it. When transformed, the hair no longer grows on that arm. Her hair is a pitch black color and goes down to the stop of her shoulder. Deep green eyes peek out at people under long black lashes, sometimes making her seem so innocent while other times evoking fear in people. When in wolf form, she is actually bigger than most werewolves, and also out matches most with her strength and speed. In human form she stands at a mere 5'2. Since most of her clothing gets destroyed when she changes, Haven often just wears simple black and white tank tops and a pair of cutoff jean shorts. Since opening the school, Adrian has tried to get her to wear better clothes so that she can be more presentable. Lately she has taken to wearing a black button down shirt and black slacks. She sometimes has a tie on, but it is always loose and always looks like she just threw it on.

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Personality: Even in her old age, Haven struggles with herself on a day to day basis. The werewolf in her causes her to be a lot like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. She has her moments when she can be nice and even loving, but when angered can raise hell. It doesn't take much, even just one word causes her to lose her control of her temper. She has a very sarcastic sense of humor and lets whatever is on her mind come out of her mouth. Some think it is just her trying to be an asshole, but really it is a defense so that people don't see how much she struggles with the inner demon inside of her. She becomes more sardonic the closer she comes to changing form. When Haven is in battle she is one of the most viscous creatures you may ever see. She shows her truth ancient strength in these moments and will tear through anything standing in her way. Despite their differences and past troubles, Adrian is a very important person in her life. They have had their ups and downs, and even went centuries irritated at each other, but in the end they have realized that they are much the same. Since their alliance he has kept her held together over the years and was the only thing that helped her from going absolutely mad. She is jealous of him to an extent since he has far more control over himself than she could ever dream of. Ever since her arm was burned, she has had a pretty great fear of fire. It one of the few things that can actually scare her.





Habits:

• Meditates with Adrian just before dawn
• Disappears into the woods every night when it gets dark. She comes back after a few hours
• Wanders the school each morning

Strengths:

• Ancient mind, which makes her rather smart
• Protective
• Can recall every memory has ever had

Weakness:

• Being hot headed
• Not very trusting
• Fire

Likes:

• Attractive people
• Music
• Being alone with herself

Dislikes:

• Stupid People
• Fire
• Sleep

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There is too much history to cover on one page. Hava and Hadrianus were the first of their kind. No one knows or understands what it was that caused them to be born the way they were, they don’t even know how they came to be. Most called them cursed back in those days. Demons brought to life by Lucifer to punish mankind for being God's favorites. They have been around since humanity restarted after the great flood. Oddly enough to two of them were born the exact same day as each other and grew up not far from the other. They spent most of their lives on the run with their families, until they were the only ones left. Both stopped again around their mid-20s, so they have looked the same for centuries upon centuries. They crossed pass a few decades after being born and were almost relieved to find some as strange and unique as themselves. They stuck together for some time after that since what had remained of their families had died off and both felt alone in the world.

Sometime during their years together something happened between the two of them that started The Great War. Both split ways and pitted their kind against each other despite their tight relationship beforehand. During that time some speculated their feud had to do with a woman that one of them had turned that they had both fallen in love with. Others thought it was over a lover affair that the two of them had, but neither of the two would come out with the truth. It still remains a mystery to this day, even though their bond is stronger than ever.

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Advice To The World:Think before you speak to me. Don’t waste my time with stupid shit or I’ll bite your head off.

Anything Else:

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Name: Zabella (“Z” or “Bella”) Alice Tamlin
Age: 14 (turned at 14)
Species: Vampire
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single

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Height: 5’5”
Build: Lethal
Eyes: Sea Green eyes with lighter slivers
Hair: Dark brunette with warm blonde highlights
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears are double pierced (one set holding diamonds the other amethyst); Left helix pierced. Thin scar on the left, anterior/medial aspect of the arm.

Although Zabella may be petite and doe-eyed, she is not one to be trifled with. She is evenly proportioned, with neither arms nor legs too long or torso overtaking most of her stature. Her brunette hair sits just below her shoulder, the blonde streaks starting a third of the way down from her roots, giving it a full look. Her hair sits at the in-between stage, where it turns wavy when wet but is easily straightened. Her green eyes are in stark contrast to her pale moon skin. They are covered with thick lashes and her eyebrows are a shade lighter than her own hair is. There is always a hint of colour on her cheeks, giving Zabella a youthful look, even though she will look like that of a fourteen year old for the rest of her life. Her lips make her look older and she knows how to draw the eye with them. If you catch her in a rare smile you can see the dimples in her cheeks, along with the mole that sits beside her jaw on the right side.
She wears a white gold ouroboros on her right, middle finger with the eyes as emeralds.

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Personality:
Zabella isn’t necessarily bitter but… she’s bitter. She covers her past with smart-ass comments and a very dry, cynical sense of humor but she’ll tell you exactly what to think and where to shove it all with a twinkle and slight curve of her lips. Her life has taught her that the only one she needs to look out for is her own because that is what everyone else has done. This knowledge has made her reserved, introverted and highly observant. The heightened senses she received from being turned as only helped to improve her observation skills.
There are few things that bring Zabella pure joy; art being one of them. She went through a period where looking at an art piece disgusted her and made her skin crawl but she often found herself sneaking off from the coven when they were preoccupied with their catch and she would stare at the art on the streets or break into art galleries to exam pieces closely. She was good at painting and her artist caregiver wasn’t the only one who would tell her so. He had made artistic friends who said the same thing and once she had one of her own pieces in an auction and it sold almost immediately. However, Zabella will not willinging volunteer this information to anyone. This was a secret of her heart and she will keep it hidden completely. So I’d advise staying out of her way because she may be young but she knows how to pull her own and make others fear her.

Habits:

• Twirls her ring around when in deep thought or nervous.
• Every night runs before the moonlight completely fades and the sun takes over
• Crosses her ankles

Strengths:

• Swiftness
• Observation
• Artistry

Weakness:

• Selfish
• Smell of lavender (painter’s home smelled of this)
• Communication - limited reading & writing, vocabulary & speaking with others.

Likes:

• Fine Arts (painting, music, drama/acting)
• Painting
• Running

Dislikes:

• Water (i.e swimming)
• Other vampires her age
• Being touched

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Zabella’s story isn’t one to brag about, it isn’t one she dwells on either. At two years old she was forgotten; literally. Her mother was in a drug haze and left her daughter behind in a car. A walked noticed and immediately called the police and rescued the child who was blue from cold. Zabella was put into the system and from then on bounced from home to home. She was well loved from two until five but then those parents parished and she was back in the system and it only got worse from their. Zabella hardened her heart along with her skin in order to make it through the hell of her life. She ended up in the home of a painter when she was twelve and was taught his craft by his gentle hand. She would go to art shows and galleries with him and soon fell in love with the escape the paintings provided. This opening of her heart blocked her off from the true wickedness of the painter and she never questioned when he started to visit her at night. One day, Zabella received an injury requiring the hospital. At this time she was completely looked over and the hospital staff immediately called child services. After two years of being in one home she was once taken from it and told why after she had cried and protested. This knowledge was much for her to take on and the next night she ran from the orphanage she was staying in until placement. Now being a teenager she wasn’t expecting to placed anytime soon so she ran to the only place she had found comfort. While wandering the streets she noticed she was being followed. She hurried along, trying to find shelter but was attacked. Many hands pinned her down and Zabella screamed when she saw the pointed teeth but her scream fell on deaf ears. She was taken once again but even though these new people gave her life she didn’t let a single one touch her ever again and she soon became bait for other victims until the letter came. This school could be Zabella’s saving grace or another aspect of hell which is now her immortal life.

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Advice To The World: The only one you can trust is yourself. No one can let you down if you don’t give them the chance.
Anything Else: Tries to watch the sunrise whenever she can. She wants to capture that morning light in a painting one day.
She likes soft pillows and loud music. She doesn’t care for going to this school but she didn’t want to be with her sire either. Eager for self-defense training offered at this school.

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Name: Daniil Pavel Sim
Age: 17 (turned at 16)
Species: Werewolf
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single

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Height: 5’11”
Build: powerhouse (built/tank)
Eyes: Blue lavender
Hair: Midnight black
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Bite mark back of left shoulder.

Daniil may be recently turned at sixteen but he is built like a twenty something year old. The transformation did wonders for him, as it filled out his look and he is no longer the gangly teenageer. His arms are in that in-between stage of gaining muscle but they increase in size almost every day. His fingers are long yet elegant and thick and the darkened skin tone he has shows of more power than he yet has. With this skin tone his eyes appear darker or lighter than their actual shade, depending on his mood. He has dark hair that falls to the middle of his back and it is usually tied up enough so it is out of his face but flows in straight waves. His height comes from his legs and he’s recently discovered how far they are willing to carry him.

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Personality:
Daniil prefers the fight method to flight. Even before his transformation he could be seen putting himself in front of his friends; which was quite the site given how gangly he was before his transformation. He is a fierce protector for his friends and loved ones, though no one is entirely sure how he got that way. Always the outgoing enthusiast, Daniil loves to make people smile. Dealing with the recent transformation however, has caused his mood to change easily from a happy go lucky boy to an enraged animal; literally.
Daniil can be a gentle soul though, just needs someone to reel him in from time to time.

Habits:

• Grinds teeth
• Twirls pen/pencils between his fingers
• Looks up at the night sky every time he steps outside

Strengths:

• Reading (poetry)
• Carpentry
• Hand-to-hand fighting

Weakness:

• Weapons training
• Selfless/overly altruistic - puts others safety above his own
• Aggressive

Likes:

• Poetry
• Wrestling
• The night sky

Dislikes:

• Spiders
• Sausage
• Mornings

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Daniil grew up as a farmer and never minded the work, even though his mind pushed him for more. He is the third oldest and second boy to his father and mother who have five children in total. There were always mouths to feed and after their father passed the two boys were thrust into the hot seat of looking after their family. Daniil’s eldest brother took their father’s position as head of household and on top of his own studies and chores, Daniil got a job at a wood working shop to make more money for the family.
One night when Daniil was sixteen he found himself staying up late to finish homework when he heard a great howl followed by panicked sounds from the animals. Not thinking of it, Daniil ran out, grabbing a gun to fend off the predators from taking any more animals. These wolves however, were not of average size and the light of the full moon seemed to make them stand out even more. Daniil fired off a couple of shots, hoping to hit one in his adrenaline fueled panic but he missed and was attack. Daniil’s health decreased rapidly that night and he was nursed by a crying mother until mid-afternoon the next day when a stranger came knocking. Somehow Daniil knew this man though and wasn’t frightened when the man demanded to take Daniil from his home. The man promised a replaced income from Daniil’s presence and then the two left. Of course this mystery man was the very wolf who had bit Daniil. Werewolf to be exact and he came to take responsibility for his actions the previous night.
So now Daniil is enrolled into the night school for vampires and werewolves. Daniil is eager to meet more wolves, though he knows many and is mildly intrigued to see how vicious these vampires truly are.

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Advice To The World: Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Anything Else: When he willingly transforms, Daniil can be quite the playful animal and enjoys many games.
To calm himself or center himself Daniil can be found building things from wood or carving things into them.

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Name: Hadrianus ‘aka Adrian’ Nightsbane

Age: Too old, he would say

Species: Vampire

Sexuality:Straight

Relationship Status: Single

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Height: 6’3

Build: Lean and athletic

Eyes:Bright blue and cat like

Hair: Black

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: His skin is flawless.



Adrian, is the epiphany of gorgeous for a guy. He looks a lot like a male model or a well-made sculpture when he is standing still. His skin is very gaunt, but is very smooth and lacking of any scars what so ever. He has deep blue eyes that show how ancient he really is. His raven colored hair is long enough to cover his ears. It often sweeps across his face and over his eyes, causing him to constantly brush it out of the way. He has a very strong and athletic build to him. His isn’t very bulky and instead more of the lean type. Unlike Haven, Adrian dresses rather fancy most of the time and likes to keep his appearance well kept. When seen roaming around, he is always seen in some form of suit and tie, making him appear even more handsome than normal. He loves to train himself and keep up with all the new styles of fighting that have been created over the years. When he is in the training room, he often only wears a pair of black sweat pants, leaving his upper body exposed. This usually causes a lot of talk amongst the girls in the building and can sometimes even attract a crowd. Who wouldn’t want to see the oldest living vampire in nothing but a pair of pants, working out?

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Personality: Adrian has a unique soul even though most think he is a blood sucking monster. He is one of the gentlest vampires you will ever meet. Like all, he fights his darkness, but is one of the few that wins over it 95 percent of the time. He is not one for outright killing. Of course, accidents have happened, but he still feels the pain from those incidents, even in these times. He normally tries to only feed on animal blood. It doesn’t have the good taste of human blood, though, does the job of keeping him alive. He will drink human blood on occasion, though that usually only happens when he knows there is a big fight and will need all of his strength. If the blood was from a human that was killed, he will refuse to drink it and fight with what strength he has. Many don’t understand his love for human life, not even Hava some days. He doesn’t like having the label of killer that humanity has given to all of his race. He knows there are others out there like him, that aren’t greedy and don’t take human lives for fun, but most don’t see that deeply into things, at least not in his experience with them. Adrian is very set on being Haven’s redemption. He has strived to help her gain more control over herself and succeeds a little bit here and there. He knows she can’t help it. Her monster is more powerful than his, but he hopes one day she will master over coming it.




Habits:

• Meditates with Haven just before dawn
• Trains in training room daily
• Reads in library every evening

Strengths:

• Thinks things through before he acts
• Has a calming air about him
• Very wise

Weakness:

• His caring nature
• Hava Lucianus
• His love for humans

Likes:

• Reading
• Building his defensive skill set
• Teaching others control

Dislikes:

• Killing
• Arrogance
• Battling amongst the races

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His history is much the same as Hava’s. Please see her history for reference.

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Advice To The World:Everyone can control their demons, it is simply about discovering the will to fight them.

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Name:
Robyn Koch
Age:
28
Species:
Vampire
Sexuality:
Bi-curious
Relationship Status:
Single



Height:
5'7"
Build:
Lithe
Eyes:
Soft grey
Hair:
Straight, black
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Two revolvers on her lower stomach... Very class.

Robyn is of average height, but even at first glance you can tell she took good care of herself. Her long, raven black hair is her pride and joy. Her skin is practically flawless, with the exception of two revolvers tattooed on her lower stomach... An idea that seemed flawless to her in her early teens, but seems less of a good idea nowadays.

She enjoys showing off herself, therefore usually picking clothes that show off her best features (that being skin and figure). Never anything tacky though, she has a good sense of fashion.

Personality: Robyn is kindhearted, loving to strike up conversation with strangers. Despite coasting by on life through her looks (modeling), she isn't the stereotype 'dumb blonde'. While no straight A student, she didn't exactly struggle with school.

The biggest joys she finds in life is helping other people, be it with schoolwork or just beauty tips. She also has a huge soft spot for animals, especially larger dogs (she actually dislikes smaller dogs). She dreams of one day owning a husky.

Habits:

• Married to her phone
• Loves swimming after working out
• Wants to pet every dog she comes across

Strengths:

• Charismatic
• Kind
• Very fit

Weakness:

• A little too curious at times
• Some people might just see a pretty face and nothing else
• Naive at times

Likes:

• Summer
• Modeling
• Dogs

Dislikes:

• Hurting people
• Seeing blood
• The cold and anything winter related

There really isnt all that much to say. Robyn grew up in a small town in America as an only child to religious parents. She herself was never really much of a believer, but wasnt going to bash on someone's believe either.

It was during High School that she noticed that she could exploit her looks for some extra income, as she started doing amateur modeling. Mostly for local stores and the occasional amateur art project.

By the time she left high school, she had a portfolio that allowed her to move up in the modeling business. While never striking it as huge as the famous models, she had a steady income for modeling for clothing catalogues, which suited her just fine.

Having a bit of a geeky side, Robyn eventually attended a cosplay event where she met her future Sire. At the time she was of course totally oblivious to vampires. So as she started talking and flirting with this cute vampire girl, she had no idea it was the real deal. A few drinks in she jokingly suggested that maybe the girl ought to turn her... And after a night of passion, that is precisely what happened. Now Robyn finds herself in a new, confusing world just begging to be explored.


Advice To The World: Dont dare a would-be vampire to turn you at a cosplay event, they might just be the real deal...

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Name: Eric Black

Age: 634 (Looks to be in early 30s

Species: Werewolf

Sexuality:Straight

Relationship Status: Married to Saraphina Tallet

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Height:6’6

Build: Rugged and muscular

Eyes:Soft Blue

Hair: Blond

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Heavily scared. See appearance



Eric has a wildness that can be seen just by looking at him. He has a strong but lean build to him and scars covering a good portion of his body. Four claw like scars runs from the top of his left cheek and goes all the way down the length of his neck. His blond hair reaches down to his shoulders and has a light curl to it. His eyes are a deep blue color, and his skin lightly tanned. At one point in his life, Eric would have typically been seen in just a pair of shorts, a worn out shirt and brown trench coat. Now that he is teaching at the school he cleans himself up a little more than that. Usually he is now seen wearing a white long sleeve shirt to cover the majority of his scars, and some form of button up vest.

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Eric is quite the odd being. He is both wild and controlled at the same time. He is very polite and proper when you first meet him, but can be down right savage if you are not aligned with him. Ripping out someone's throat can often be the highlight of his day. Eric is known to be a little sarcastic when he is in a vicious sort of mood. He can be very easily angered and very rarely is one to show any mercy to those he hates. He is very loyal to Haven and anyone else he calls a friend. Haven is his maker and despite the pain he went through during his turn, he highly respects her and would follow any command she would ask. He also has a deep love for Saraphina Tallet. They have been together the past 10 years and have a fiery passion. They don’t often flaunt their relationship, but it can be seen in their brief glances at each other and subtle brushing of hands. It is not easy to become someone Eric Black cares about, but once you are he will kill for that person.

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Name: Saraphina Grey

Age: 215 (Looks to be in early 30s

Species: Werewolf

Sexuality:Straight

Relationship Status: Married to Eric Black

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Height:5’6

Build: Slim/ Runners Body

Eyes:Sea Green

Hair: Soft red

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A large bite mark on her right shoulder.

Tattoo of a large black wolf going down her rib cage.



Saraphina certainly doesn’t look as old as she truly is. Upon her turning, she was somewhere in her early 30s.She has longer red hair that goes down past her shoulder blades, and has a slight curl to it towards the bottom. Her eyes are rather large and look up at people through long, dark lashes. They are a sea green color that often get mistaken as blue. In all honesty, they do change color depending on her mood. They stay the normal green color most of the time, but when she is frightened or sad they will turn a beautiful shade of blue. Sara has very high cheek bones and a slight indent on her chin. Her lips are rather full and have a rose red color to them.

She is usually seen wearing an necklace almost constantly. It is a gold necklace with a marble at the end that looks like a moon. Eric gave it to her years ago as a gift. She rarely takes it off when in human form.

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Personality: Sara is both a kind soul and a deadly weapon. If you are a human or a werewolf she will be the nicest person in the world to you. She would even fight to the death for said people without even knowing them. However, If you are an enemy the it is a whole other story. She will fight to destroy them until they die or she does. She is a very caring type when it comes to humans and often beats herself up for being also preyed my on them when she loses control of herself. Like all wolves she struggles with her temper at times, but given her naturally calm demeanor, it helps her fight through her moments of rage. She has much better control of herself than most and she prides herself on it.

She has a very fierce and passionate love for Eric Black. He found her in the darkest point of her life and helped her push past it. They have been known to argue harshly, though that is typical being as they are both werewolves. She once had to stop Eric from harming a human and was bitten deeply on her should during the fight. She still doesn’t feel Eric has forgiven himself for it, even though she forgave home the moment after it happened. Despite this they still love each other and it easily shows if you look hard enough.

It is very dangerous to try and go toe to toe with, Saraphine. She has many talents as Werewolf, but the biggest one is her talent in combat. She has trained for years alongside both Eric and Adrian, and improves in her skills every day.

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Name: Asa Cormier

Age: 345 (Looks to be late 30s)

Species: Vampire

Sexuality:Straight

Relationship Status: Single

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Height:5’9

Build: Bulky with some muscle

Eyes:Hazel

Hair: Dirty Blond

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Had both of his ears pierced.



Despite being a vampire, Asa looks a bit rough around the edges compared to some of the beautiful vampires that walk the earth. Before turning he was quite the drinker, which really diminished his looks during his mortal years. Some of that followed him as a vampire, though he still has a somewhat devilish look to him. He has semi short, dirty blond hair that is always spiked up and slightly messy looking. He has a short beard that he has yet to shave since his turning, then again he isn’t sure if he ever could shave it. His eyes are a hazel color and his skin still seems to have a light tan to it even after his turning. Asa is usually seen wearing a suit like Adrian, but is never quite so put together.

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Personality: Asa is extremely full of knowledge and is quite the bright man, but his smug demeanor makes people forget that about him. He still has an attitude of a drunk and is constantly pissed off that he can’t drink alcohol anymore. Blood is wonderful to him, but it pales in comparison to what scotch used to taste like to him. He often mixes alcohol into a glass of blood just to make himself feel better, but not only does it taste bad to him now, it also has no effect on him like it once did. Despite all of this, he is still a good teacher when it comes down to it and he quite the expert of blending in with humans. He rarely is one to loose himself around a human and at times most people forget he is a vampire, until he flashes a smile that is.

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Name: Everly “Ev” Castle

Age: 19 -turned at 18

Species:Werewolf

Sexuality:Lesbian

Relationship Status: A little complicated

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Height: 5’1

Build: Slim, but fit

Eyes: Emerald Green

Hair: Dark Brown

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: She has 3 tattoos. One on her back and two on each of her arms. They are described below.

Her tattoos cover up scars on her forearms from when she cut herself a few years back. They aren’t very visible anymore, but can be noticed if you look hard enough.

Normally, Everly wears the normal attire of a girl soon to break into her 20s, lots of tank tops and tight jeans that show the curves she has.lately she has been wearing shorts more now that she often changes. She has shorter blackish hair that is almost pixie like and sticks out in different directions when it is styled, otherwise it is straight and lays neatly on her head. Her eyes are a bright green color that cuts into those who look into them. They show her true emotions, making her almost like an open book.  She stands at a short 5'1 and has a rather fit build to her, with slightly pale skin despite the fact she isn’t a vampire. There are tattoos all over her body from when she was human, most of which cover both of her arms and her back as well. The one on her back is angel wings that look like the feathers are dying off of them, they stretch from the top of her shoulder to the small of her back. Her left arm is covered in flames with what looks to be a blacked out girl on her knees with her head tipped back as if she was screaming. The third one is on her right forearm and is of a wolf howling at the moo. Her cousin was a tattoo apprentice and did most of her practice work on Ever. These help hide the scars that can still be visible at times from when she cut herself in her humans years. If you look hard enough, you can see the scares on her wrist from a suicide attempt when she was 15.

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Many would say Ev is a hot headed mess. Though, she is very polite when she first speaks to someone, which causes general confusion for most of the people that know her. Due to her werewolf genes, she has a very short temper that can go off with just the slightest wrong word. This is something most werewolves go through, but it is hitting her particularly hard since she was already depressed and angry before everything. Because of this she tries to keep to herself and avoid going out in public. She is very book smart and before turning had gotten the highest grades in her college classes. Deep down she wants to be friendlier, but is afraid of trying to get close to people since she can fly off the hat at any moment. She is relieved that she will be going to a school to help her with these things and hopefully get a hand on her emotions.She is very loyal, though people tend not to know this since she doesn’t have many friends anymore. If she calls someone her friend she will fight to the death for them.

Ev has a strong love for music because it helps her control herself and just makes life feel better in general. It is not wise to speak of or ask about her family. She is very sensitive about this subject, and as for why she is, no one except for her knows.She also has a very strong bond with her wolf hybrid, Mystic and can often be seen talking to the wolf when she has free time.

Ev’s bond with her werewolf sire, Summer, is a rather complicated one. She both romantically loves her and hates her all at the same time. When Summer first gave her the letter from Bloodmoon Castle, it almost made Everly happy she would be away from the other woman. There was part of her that was a little sadden she would be leaving her, but the relief outweighed the happiness.
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Habits:

• She plays with her hair when she is thinking about things.
• Goes to spend time with her wolf hybrid every day
• Sings under her breath when listening to music
• Smokes marijuana before going around people so that she stays calm

Strengths:

• Strong willed
• Has a high pain tolerance
• Has a knack for knowing when someone is lying.

Weakness:

• Doesn’t make friends easy
• Her temper
• Her past

Likes:

• Music
• Moonlight
• Animals

Dislikes:

• Not the biggest fan of vampires
• Crowds
• Overly talkative people

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Everly didn’t have the best past and because of that it warped her a bit over time. She originally grew up in Georgia with her mother, Klari, and her twin sister, Sienna. Her father had left their mother soon after they were born. He was a soldier in the army and was often gone for long periods of time. Even though she struggled, her mother did the best job she could raising them. Life was going fine until Ev and Sienna reached the age of 13, then everything seemed to go downhill for them after that.

 A few days after the twins birthday there was a horrible fire at their house that took the lives of both Sienna and their mother. Ev was the only one that made it out that night, only because some civilian happened to reach her before she died of smoke inhalation. The same couldn't be said for her sister or her mother, who burned to death in their rooms. They asked her after the whole thing what might have caused the fire, but she was too distraught to get an answer out. She had no doubt that it was probably due to one of the many candles they used to light their house.

Being as she wouldn’t talk to anyone after the incident and the fact they hadn’t heard from her father yet, Everly was placed into an orphanage while they tried to track down her father or any other family in the area. It took them three weeks before they found out her father had been killed in the line of duty. During that time Ev grieved for her dead family, not speaking a word to anyone. Depression was harsh on her and it only grew when she found out that her father was gone too. After a while they were able to find her her older cousin, Lydia and get her to come in and claim Ev.

It took a long time for her cousin to bring Ever out of her depressed state of mind. They went through a couple suicide attempts and one attempt to run away, but after a few years things finally started turning around. She got a job a the local animal shelter and began to break through her depression with animal therapy. Of course not all good things last.

She’d been walking home by herself one night, exhausted but in a happy mood when she was suddenly attached by some large creature. She was in too much shock and pain to know what exactly had been attacking her, but all she remembered was trying to struggle out of claws as it began dragging her away into the shadows. Thankfully some people had heard her screams and calming running to her aid, one of which thankfully had had a gun.

Whatever the beast had been, quickly let go of Everly and ran off a few shots were fired off. That night had been the second most painful experience of her life. She spent half of the night in the hospital, writhing in pain from the wounds she had suffered. Though, to everyone’s great surprise, by the next morning she had been completely healed. Everyone was completely speechless, including Ever herself. Her cousin had rushed her out of the hospital soon after learning this, that way they could avoid any more questions than they had already been asked.

The next night, Ever received a visit from a stranger who was waiting at her door step. The stranger’s name was was Summer, a werewolf who had broken free of her restraints the night before when the full moon rose. After forcing Ev to listen to her, the woman explained what she was and what she accidentally made Ev in my as well. It took a good while for her to process the information. It made sense, after all she had healed from terrible wounds in one night, but it was still hard to wrap her mind around the fact she was now a highly dangerous creature.

It wasn’t until the next full moon that she really believed her. Despite being warned, Ever didn’t take any precautions that night and ended up attacking her cousin. Summer had thankfully known this could happen and had arranged for a vampire friend of hers to watch her. He had been able to stop Everly before she had had the chance to do to damage to her cousin.

After truly finding out what she was, Ever finally decided it was the best decision to leave her cousin and let her think she had died in the first attack. Summer had her vampire friend use his hypnosis powers to wipe the last month from Lydia’s mind. Everly didn’t exactly want to go with Summer since not only did she not know her but she had also turned her into a monster to boot. However, thought it was best since the other werewolf at least had a little experience living life as a creature of the night.

They spent the next year together after that and even formed a romantic relationship with one another once some time had passed, it wasn’t a very healthy relationship though. As Ever’s temper grew worse, she became more mad at Summer for turning her into this creature and making her leave the only family she had left. She still loved her, but deep down knew she would always hold a grudge against her. When they received the letter from Bloodmoon Castle, Ev jumped at the chance to go and was ready to walk out the door the moment she had a chance. Her leaving deeply hurt both of them, but she knew this was just how it had to be.

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Advice To The World:People who are happy in life can go fuck themselves.
Anything Else:Pet Name: Mystic
Pet Age: 1.5 years
Pet Gender: Female
Pet Species: Wolf hybrid
Pet Appearance:

Pet Personality: Mystic doesn’t typically like anyone besides her owner. Ever has had her since she was a pup and the two bonded immediately, especially given the creature Ever herself is. She sticks very closely with her owner and will growl and show teeth to whoever gets within 5 feet of Everly. She never attacks unless told or if Ev attacks someone first, she will jump in and aid her. With Everly she acts like a regular warm and loving dog, who is very loyal and does anything she is commanded.

Pet Power 1: Is able to communicate with her owner like a normal person.

Personality: The best way to describe Ferah in one word: sour patch kids. First she's sour, then she is sweet. Farah may come off as a little sarcastic, reckless, and unsavory at first; but much like her appearance--it's only a front. Farah simply chooses to hide behind humor, witty remarks, and snide comments. To those close to her, however, she shows her rare, kindhearted side. She is all around a tom boy, albeit, the prettiest tom boy you've ever seen. She tends to speak without thinking, which leads to misunderstandings--though she often has good intentions.

Habits:

• Sits with both legs spread to the side, elbows on her knees. Not very lady like at all.
• Snapping her fingers for just about anything. Idea? Snap. Angry? Snap. Needs your attention? Snap.
• Playing with her necklace when she is thinking, or daydreaming.

Strengths:

• empathetic
• confident
• brave

Weakness:

• Lazy
• Quick temper
• Spiders

Likes:

• Piano ballads
• Soccer
• Cats, more specifically kittens

Dislikes:

• anything creepy, crawly and has more than four legs. AKA. SPIDERS.
• When people are dishonest with her. Lying by omission is still lying.
• Greed, to her it's the root of all evil.

Farah was raised with a golden spoon in her mouth. Her father was the proud owner of Wallace Inc. and her mother was a successful surgeon. Her childhood was filled with riches and happiness. Money was never an issue for the family—until her father got involved with a shady business deal. This deal drained all of money from her father’s business accounts, leaving Wallace Inc. with a large amount of debt. Their family quickly plummeted from the top of the world, to the bottom. In an effort to help support her family, Ferah picked up a few odd jobs here or there.

One of them being a waitress at a shady, underground club. She worked extremely late hours during the night, and was a little odd, but it paid good money. Pretty, human girls all around her age served cherry colored drinks—but never any food. Even odder still, the girls did anything they were asked of by their beautiful patrons.

Ferah was good at her job, and a customer favorite. This ‘good fortune’ caused her to attract the attention of the owner of the club. A young man named Aidan, whom was astoundingly handsome. Deep emerald eyes and tousled ebony hair was enough to make any girl swoon.

He took almost immediate interest in the blonde, and like a fool the young girl decided to befriend him. Over the course of a month Ferah began to trust her ‘friend’. She told him all of her worries, fears, joys—even about the situation which plagued her home life. He listened to her with sincerity, or so it seemed to Ferah. He made her feel comforted, happy, special. She was convinced there was no one else like him, and in some regards, she would be right.

Aidan offered to pay her a month in advance, and enough money to pay off her father debt. There was a catch, however; Ferah had to offer Aidan something in return. Unsure what she could possible offer him, though desperate and naive, the girl agreed. It wasn’t until Aidan’s sharp incisors were tearing into her neck that her illusion shattered and she realized the truth. Aidan was a vampire, so were all the patrons in the night club. The waitresses did everything that was asked of them, not because they wanted extra tips, but because they were hypnotized.

Ferah was sure her life was over, that Aidan would drain her of every last drop of blood she had and that would be the end—but it wasn’t. She woke up the next evening; scared, cold, confused, and thirsty. Aidan decided not to devour Ferah, the thought of being her sire was much more appealing. He kept his promise, her parents debt was erased and the Wallace’s were back to living a life of luxury; but it was a life that Ferah could no longer be a part of.

Feeling betrayed, Ferah left to be alone. It wasn’t until she received a letter from blood moon castle that things began to look up for the girl.


Advice To The World: You never know how things will work out in the end, be ready for anything and everything.
Anything Else: The only vampire to miss eating food.
Used to take judo and play soccer as a kid.

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Name: Lucian Kylliss
Age: 19
Species: Werewolf
Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single

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Height: 6’5
Build: Lean
Eyes: Chocolate Brown, Grey Flecked
Hair: Jet Black
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Two gold helix piercings - left ear, a eyebrow piercing - right , black studs - earlobes, a half sleeve of roses - right forearm, a small, 3 point crown - back of his neck, a small anchor - inner left wrist, bite marks - neck, lacerations - between shoulder blades

Most would observe first that Lucian is above average in height, standing at 6 feet, 3 inches tall. His shoulders are broad and muscular, his complexion honey gold and dotted with freckles, thickest on his face, shoulders, and forearms. His eyes are a grey flecked brown. Loosely wavy jet black hair grows rampant atop of his head. Trivial characteristics of Lucian include a small gap in his top front two teeth, two gold helix piercings in his left ear, and a right eyebrow piercing. Lucian has several tattoos, such as roses up his right forearm, a small, 3 point crown on the back of his neck, a large pair of wings tattooed on his back, and a small anchor on his inner left wrist. Lucian will often be seen in a solid colored shirt, black mid-calf leather combat boots, dark pants or jeans, and a black leather jacket or trench coat.

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Personality: Lucian could care less what’s going on in the world, as far as he’s concerned, its turned its back on him. One could compare him to a stick of dynamite, unpredictable and short-fused. Most time, when you burn him out, he’ll blow up. Sometimes, he’ll do nothing at all about it. Situations will either explode, or burn itself out. He insists on not letting people very far into his world. Sure, he’ll throw you a bone and give you something morbidly humorous, but don’t expect to get close to him. He keeps his inner circle small, and is dangerously protective over those that make it in. He’s erratic in his actions, often doing things that would be considered degradable, or life-threatening. Really, Lucian’s just trying to nurse his mental and emotional wounds, and trying to get to the next day as best he can.

Habits:

• Playing with hair when anxious or otherwise upset
• Fidgeting
• Milk before cereal
• Glancing over shoulder, as if checking if he’s followed

Strengths:

• Playing guitar, any kind
• Protective
• Loyal to the bone

Weakness:

• Hotheaded
• Anti-social
• Being called “Lou” or “Lucy”

Likes:

• Music
• Animals
• Adrenaline Rushes

Dislikes:

• Vampires
• “Lucy”
• Crowds
• Hospitals

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The first seven years of Lucian’s life were peaceful, or maybe that was just because he was young, and naive. He saw the world as glass half full, and when he didn’t, well, he realized either way he wouldn’t be going thirsty. It was the seventh year that positively screwed everything up. His mother, human, had crept to the side of his bed with a smile, a smile that was so terribly fake that even stupid little Lucian could recognize something was going on. She’d grabbed his hand, given him a briefcase of clothes, and dragged him from the house. Outside was a black cadillac, into the trunk of which his mother loaded her two trunks of clothes, and Lucian’s suitcase, and sped off into the night. They, they being little Lucian, his mother, and a tall, lanky vampire, drove for hundreds of miles, all the way across America, finally settling in the suburbs of San Francisco.
From then on, Lucian’s household became a warzone. There was no middle ground, it was everyone for themselves. One might notice that there was two of everything. Two toasters, two tables, to flat-screen TV’s. The rushed relationship of his mother and the vampire she ran off with was toxic, to say the least, as they were always fighting. Most of the times, it would end violently, and with Lucian caught in the middle. When they were fighting, it was easy for them to find a reason to turn on poor, confused Lucian. When they weren’t releasing their anger on Lucian, they were forgetting about him, and letting him grow up on his own. One might notice Lucian never did learn to cook properly.
When Lucian was 14, he ran away from home in search of his biological father. He spent seven nights and six days hopping trains, hitchhiking, and walking back across the country to Florida, where he’d grown up. When he arrived home, he was dismayed to find that his father had moved from the house, leaving it in the hands of someone who claimed he was a close friend.. He’d been able to get the information from the owner as to where he went, up north to Maine. 4 more days and nights elapsed until his was able to get to the address he was given.
His father welcomed him with open arms, it was like a scene from the movies. He had very few rules, aside from the general house rules. Lucian was not to play with vampire or werewolf girls and boys, for decent reason. Lucian’s grandfather had been killed by a berserking werewolf, something his father could not let go. Oh, right. And the fact that his wife had ran away with a vampire. He did allow him a dog, who grew to become his best friend.
Then came the fateful night that would turn over his world once more. Funny, how that didn’t put things right side up. He’d been walking his pitbull, Teddy, when an impact that felt like a train hitting him nearly buried him into the ground. He felt teeth latch into his neck, shredding skin and tearing deep. That’s when his dog slammed into the werewolf, knocking it off him, preventing it from finishing off Lucian’s life. Lucian had the time to pull out the silver hunting knife he always carried this time of night, and shoved it into the back of the werewolf, who had busied herself mauling Teddy. The animal slumped off of the dog, its attack slowing as Lucian ripped out its heart, something he’d heard would kill a werewolf. Had Teddy not taken the brunt of the werewolf’s rage, Lucian surely would have died. Even as Lucian felt himself beginning to change, Teddy stood by his side, barking until help came to the source of the sound.
His time in the hospital was short, maybe because the werewolf bite was already infecting his system. When he returned home, his father couldn’t bare to even look at him, kicking him out from his home. Lucian lost everything for the third time. This time, he traveled with Teddy, never staying in one place for long. That’s when word got around that there was a boarding school in Washington. It took Lucian a while to get his hands on a registration, but soon enough he was flying out to Washington with Teddy and the few things he had, including an acoustic guitar he’d found in the dump, and clothes on his back and in his briefcase (the same one he’d ran away with when he was seven, mind you).

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Advice To The World: “Don’t bother”
Anything Else:
Pet Name: Teddy
Pet Age: 6 years
Pet Gender: Male
Pet Species: Pitbull
Pet Appearance: Above
Pet Personality: Teddy is protective over Lucian, and is very good at reading his emotions. If he has the slightest hint that Lucian feels threatened by someone, he’ll immediately become hostile towards that person, unless directed otherwise by him. He’s a real snuggler, but just like his owner, you’d best befriend him before you try anything. He’s almost as hard to warm up as Lucian.

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Name: Gwen Danielson
Age: 17 (turned at 17)
Species: Vampire
Sexuality: Homoromantic, Asexuality
Relationship Status: Single

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Height: 5′ 2″
Build: Slim
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: dirty blonde hair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: none

Gwen look like a perfect description of a everyday girl. she have dirty blonde hair from her mother and clear blue sky eyes like her father. she also have a slim body that make her look like a barbie doll but with the face, her eyes look like they are tired which she always is tired

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Personality:
Everybody may think Gwen is just a nice girl with wonderful personality, well that where you are wrong my friend. Gwen is deadpan sarcastic young girl who have been feeling just Sullen and depressing, though she can be kind and funny at times
Habits:

• If she having a bad thought, she write them on a piece of paper and after she done writing them, she throw them in the trash
• Nail Biting
• draws on every paper that the teacher give her

Strengths:

• Artist
• Fast reader
• Writer

Weakness:

• Bad thoughts
• Trust issues
• Can't make friends easily

Likes:

• Drawing
• Books
• Paintings
• Her grandmother

Dislikes:

• Jerks
• Winter
• Bad thoughts

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Gwen Danielson grew up in San Francisco with her parents. when Gwen was kid, she was always make fun of by the other kids because she always draw in her sketchbook but Gwen only have one friend, her name was Alice, her and Alice were the best friends but all the happy times were gone when Alice move away somewhere.

Gwen was depression for awhile but she was soon starting to feel better when she start hanging with her grandma. Gwen never thought how great a person her grandma, she listed to her problems, she help Gwen with her homework and she is the first person when Gwen told she gay and her grandma was very accepted. Everything was until tragedy hit when Gwen got some awful news, her grandma have passed away.

Gwen became very depressed after her passing and she have been having bad thoughts lately, thoughts that won't go away but she remember what grandma told her "If you starting to having bad thoughts, get a piece of paper, write the bad thoughts down and throw them in the trash" and for while, it work. Gwen write so many bad thoughts away, it beginning to fill the whole trash.

She been writing down for a long time but until she hear from neighbor, Sam, she have nephews that will be living with her for a while. There she met a teen name Nick Smith and their sister and Gwen once a love of her human life, Nikki Smith.

For while, her and Nikki start dating and for the first time in forever, Gwen bad thoughts starting to go away. Gwen and Nikki do everything, they draw and going around in San Francisco together. Gwen was staring to feel like her old self again, everything was find until one night change everything.

Gwen was call over by Nikki to watch a movie together, Gwen agree and went to Sam house. Everything was a normal for second, they were cuddling and everything. Nikki lead toward Gwen face thinking yeah, sure, let make out but Nikki starting kissing her neck which was fine by Gwen but then in that moment, Gwen feel a awful pain in her neck, she scream and she passed out.

When Gwen wake up, she found herself back home in the living house with her parents having worry expression on their face and with them was Nick and their aunt Sam. Gwen ask what happened, Nick told Gwen that Nikki is gone and she turn Gwen into a vampire.

Feeling more stress, more depressed and more alone, she feel like her world is falling apart but Nick have solution to her problem, both found a school called Castle Bloodmoon, Nick think this a only way to feel welcome and heal in the mean time. At first Gwen was hesitant but she agree to go, so in that way, she can heal and forget about Nikki and everything.

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Advice To The World: If you have a bad thought, write them on a piece of paper and throw in the trash....or in a fire

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Name: Nick Smith
Age: 16 (turned at 15)
Species: Vampire
Sexuality: Bisexual, Agender (They/Them)
Relationship Status: Single

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Height: 4'11
Build: Slim
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Have Tattoos on both arms

Nick look like one of those backup dancers in some boy band. When Nick was a kid, they used to look like their sister, long black dark night sky hair with green emerald eyes but time change, they have dye their hair to blonde and wearing other clothes beside wearing girly clothes

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Personality:
Nick has been somewhat of a troublemaker who is friendly and humorous. Nick also love making new friends and loves to find to be a life of a party.

though not smart at time, Nick usually find some situation to solve for everything.

Habits:

• Take Pictures of things that look cool
• Talk about their interest
• Daydream

Strengths:

• Charismatic
• Fast talker
• Kind

Weakness:

• talk way too much
• Get distracted easily

Likes:

• Their friends, their aunt and their sister
• Taking pictures
• Parties

Dislikes:

• Being alone
• Some one hurting their friends
• Getting in trouble
• Their sister...they think, Nick doesn't know if they like or hate their sister

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Nick Smith and their sister, Nikki, grew up in a broken home with their deadbeat dad and drunked mom in New City. Them and Nikki always do everything together like causing trouble at school and protecting each other like their dad or bullies, they were like a team together. But at age 15, Nick and Nikki met some bad kids and thought "Hey, let's befriend these bad kids, what could go wrong" well, later at night, Nick and Nikki sneak off to the bad kids house and everything was find, you know but the leader of the bad kids told them and their sister to make a oath to join their gang, both of them agreed to the oath and the next they knew....Bite.

Nick wake up and found themselves back home but their sister tell them both of them need to leave because their parents are kicking both of them out because both of them have to turn into vampires.

Both of them have to move to San Francisco to live with their aunt Sam who, surprisingly, was chill about them being vampire since after all she runs a supernatural shop. After Nick and Nikki turn 16, Nick finally have peaceful and fair life but they are worry about their sister, she haven't been herself after she turn into a vampire, she been sneak off during night time, muttering to herself and drawing some dark pictures, but things start getting better when Nikki met a girl name Gwen Danielson.

Nick starting to see the old Nikki again when she start dating Gwen, everything was find until one night change everything. Nick was just chilling in their room until they hear a scream coming from the living room and it sound like Gwen, Nick run to see Gwen pass out with neck with bloody bite and Nikki with a bloody mouth, Nick discover that Nikki make Gwen into a vampire. Nick, feeling betrayed and confuse, ask Nikki why she do this? Nikki say to Nick that they will never forget "Humans deserve what it feel like to be us" with that, Nikki left in the night and never to be see again.

After awful night, Nick and Gwen need some time heal and helping each other over come this, even though Gwen is being salty about it. Both of them found out a school called Castle Bloodmoon, Nick think this a only way to feel welcome and heal in the mean time.

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Advice To The World: Sure, things are bad right now but keep the head up and smile wide for the world to see
Anything Else: Nick have a twin sister name Nikki but her whereabouts are unknown as of right now

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Name: Anna Grey

Age: 98

Species:Vampire

Sexuality:Straight

Relationship Status: Single

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Height: 5’4

Build: Slim

Eyes:Grey

Hair: Blond

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: She has a series of small tattoos everywhere.

She has two roses winding their way up her wrists, the roots starting at her palm.

There is a crow on her right shoulder and a black and white pit bull chewing on a blue roller skate on the left.

Anna is quite the whimsical looking person when you first look at her. She has a hippie like style to her and she totally pulls it off. She wears lots of colorful looking skirts that go down all the way to her ankles. Out the regular life she mostly wears tank tops, but now that she is a teacher she has traded tanks tops in for light colored, long sleeved shirts and a black button up vest. Anna is around 5’8, making her taller than most girls. Her skin is pale like most vampires and makes her grey eyes look really bright. There are three different rings on her right hand. One is has a ruby stone, another has a bright emerald colored stone, and the last is just a silver band. There are also two large gold rings that wrap around her left shoulder when she is outside of her class room.

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Anna is one of the oddest people you will meet, at least at first. She comes off as somewhat crazy and always acts as if everything is a game. In dangerous situations, most think she is weak and easily beaten. However that is all just a ploy to throw people off. Anna is actually an extremely intelligent person who likes to confuse and out do people when given the chance.She is very joyful (Sometimes overly joyful) and rarely loses her temper in front of people. She is not very fond of werewolves because they can usually see through her act right away. She has been told to not let her dislike for them interfere with anyone in the school. Anna is good about putting on a facade, so that will be fairly easy for her.

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Name: Elijah Farrow

Age: 120

Species:Werewolf

Sexuality:Straight

Relationship Status: Relationship with Jadis Prior

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Height: 6’1

Build: Lean

Eyes:Brownish

Hair: Brown

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

When you first see Elijah from a distance, he seems like the kind of guy that would blow over if the wind hit him. However, he is much strong than he looks and is much smarter as well. He has a lean type of build that is hidden by the way he dresses. His brown mop of hair is rather curly and sometimes has a mind of its own. The only time is ever really looks tame is when it has been wetted down. He has a few scars that grace his body, like most wolves, though isn’t quite as bad as some have it. There is a set of claws marks going down his back, as if something had raked daggers down from the top of his neck to the bottom of his back. There is also a bite mark on the base of his neck, which resembles a bite from a vampire. Typically Elijah wears a nice bottom up shirt with some slacks, but during his lessons will shed those until he is just in a pair of boxer shorts. This is simply due to the fact he teaches a shifting class, so his clothes are normally ripped beyond compare afterwards. He keeps an abundance of shorts and ragged shirts in his class room for both himself and his students for when they shift multiple times in a row. He wears a silver band around his ring finger, but is not known to be married at this time.

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Elijah is a very kind soul for a werewolf. Most have raging tempers on them that are hard to control, but Elijah is quite as set off as the rest of his kind usually are. He is very kind and always willing to help someone in need. He would give someone the shirt off his back if they asked him for it. That does not mean you should mistake Elijah for being weak and naïve. He is very smart and is a quick fighter when engaged by enemies. He likes to think things through when he can, but has lost himself to his inner demon here and there. Harming innocents really takes its toll on him and he will beat himself up for weeks for it. He still hasn’t forgiven himself for the first time he lost control on the full moon. He killed a woman by accident, which caused himself to go into hiding for weeks before finally came being pulling himself out of his depression. Jadis Prior has been a friend to him for most of his life. They met in the early 1900s and have been together ever since, despite the war that raged between species early in their friendship. They were simply friends for the longest time, but became a couple a few years ago. She is very important to him and he would go through anything and anyone to get to her if he needed to. Their relationship is looked down upon by some, but neither of them care about that fact.

Name: Marcus Nightsbane (Borned Mark Rivera)
Age: 13
Species: Vampire
Sexuality: Non-defined
Relationship Status: Single


Height: 1,54m (5,05 feet)
Build: Small
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: His skin is flawless and young

Overall, Marcus looks like a sweet pre-adolescent kid but when one looks closely it's possible to his some sort of sadness always present in his eyes. Marcus has silken brown hair as long as his face and a really sweet smile from which one can sometimes see his really sharp fangs. His body is small and looks fragile hidden the true strengh given by his recent powers.




Personality:
Marcus was still learning how to be a normal person when his transformation happen, not having very present parents he had no one to ask all the questions he had, and the same happened with the vampire who turned him. Now having the opportunity to have his questions answered he asks a lot of them and listens extremely carefully to the answers that are given. He is a kid full of energy. His thirst seems to be harder to satiate than a normal vampire, maybe for being a child and not having much self control. When he is thirsty he becomes extremely aggressive and unpredictable attacking his prey with a beastly instinct.
Habits:

• Watch cartoons in the last hour of moon
• Looking at the stars lying on the roof.
• Jumping on peoples shoulders

Strengths:

• Sweet and Deadly
• Swiftness and Agile
• Small and Dodgy

Weakness:

• Harder to satiate thirst
• Inconvenient
• Childish

Likes:

• Adrian
• Cartoons
• Candy

Dislikes:

• His unknown maker
• To sleep
• Broculi

Raised by a medium class family Marcus always had the toys he wanted but not the attention he needed, he had a good education even though he was a spoiled son. A few days after his thirteenth birthday he was walking from school after the sunset because his parents had both to stay at work longer and couldn't come get him at school, when suddenly he felt a sharp sting on his neck but when he turned to look he saw nothing. When he arrived at home he noticed that there was some blood on his neck but strangely no visible wound, so he cleaned the blood and ignored it. The next morning when his mother came to wake him up he felt really sick and with pain when she opened the curtains. His mother assumed that he was sick and decided to let him stay at home while they went to work. Everything was strange that day, Marcus felt really tired and couldn't tolerate the sun light. The soup his mother had left for him to eat tasted like paper and he spent most of the day in his bed room under the blankets from head to toe. After sunset he heard his parents arriving at home and the last thing he remembers was two hearts beating and coming closer towards his bedroom. After that he gained conscience, was the moon already high in the sky, he found himself covered in blood with the cold bodies of his parents at his side. Confused with all that had happened he run away, he run faster than he had ever run, with tears rolling down his face, he run until he found and abandoned house where he took shelter. When the sun started to came up he felt a sharp burning on his skin so he hide himself in a cleaning closet for the rest of the day. He spent two days and a night there, but on the second night his thirst started to grow and he left the house looking for a prey. He found four teenagers drinking alcohol, he was sure that they would probably beat him if he tried to attack, but the thirst said otherwise so Marcus launched himself towards the boys. But something really strong grabbed him by the chest and pulled him away. He was a person, Adrian, the person was different, Marcus didn't felt the urge to attack. Adrian explained Marcus that he knew what he was feeling and helped him feeding without taking any more lives. After that Adrian took Marcus to Bloodmoon Castle and explained him that he was now a vampire, and that Adrian had managed to found him after seeing on the news the attack on his family. Adrian explained that at first he thought it had been some vampire that attack the family but after founding Marcus he had understood that he had been turned and left alone by his maker. Seen that Marcus had no place to go, and was still a child, Adrian decided to take him and become his mentor both human and vampire wise. Adrian suggested a name change so that in the future he wouldn't be associated with the sad story that he had lived. Marcus chose his new name because it sounded both like Mark and Hadrianus, and took his mentor surname. So now Marcus lives at the Bloodmoon Castle where after everything bad that happened to him he has now the fatherly figure that he always needed.


Advice To The World: Do not approach when thirsty
Anything Else: He really admires and respects Adrian

Name: Amelia Artemia Averyonna
Age: 11
Species: Vampire
Sexuality: Undetermined
Relationship Status: Probably too young for this, but single 'cause immortality.


Height: 4'0
Build: Slim
Eyes: Steely Blue
Hair: Pale Blond
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Absolutely flawless

Amelia has, as to be expected for her age, a slim, childish figure with smooth, pale skin, soft but piercing blue eyes, and straight, waist length pale blond hair that never curls naturally. Her slim build makes it incredibly easy to underestimate her actual strength, something some might find funny. The only possible 'flaw' some might find in her features is the perpetual frown on her face and the sad, haunted look in her eyes. Should one be able to get her to smile though, she has one that could light up the room.

For fashion, Amelia tends to prefer simple, often slightly baggy cloths. Single color shirts, jeans, and sandals are her preferences, with the sandals being switch out for regular shoes or boots in the colder months. One special occasions she'll wear single piece dresses that help compliment what figure she has. Her preferred colors appear to be blues, greens, purples, and white.




Personality: Amelia is a shy, reclusive young girl who finds it hard to approach others due to her past. When forced into a conversation, her voice is often slow, just barely audible by human standards, and lacking any sort of confidence. She is afraid to speak her mind or tell others how she feels and will often simply fall silent if she is uncomfortable with a situation.

Underneath this heavy shyness though is a girl who is still very much a child. She craves kindness and attention but is afraid to pursue it only to lose it all. She loves toys and sweets but will never ask for them, no matter how much she might want them. She will never run to others when her fear of lightning affects her, preferring not to burden them and deal with it herself.

No matter the situation, Amelia will never raise a hand to defend herself. Her vampiric strength more then gives her the ability to do so against all humans, but even then, she would prefer to flee rather then fight. This preference towards shying away from violence extends to her consumption of blood, as she will never take it directly from a human or animal, preferring to take it from a blood bag or some other means.

Habits:

• Apologizes for everything
• Constantly watches her surroundings
• Bites thumb when nervous
• Will occasionally speak through a stuffed rabbit

Strengths:

• Is a natural at hypnotism
• Easily Underestimated
• incredibly Fast

Weakness:

• Will not fight back
• Poor communication, refuses to tell others her problems/ opinions
• Fear of lightning: Major, sometimes paralyzing, phobia

Likes:

• Art, has recently started drawing
• Gardening, another recent hobby
• Summer/warm night

Dislikes:

• Violent people
• Winter/cold nights
• Peppers

Amelia was born in a rural town in the state of Pennsylvania, to a middle class family. Her father, Arthur, was an electrician and her mother, Elaina, worked at a local daycare, watching over Amelia and several of the towns other children while their parents were away. Both of her parents were very nurturing towards their little girl and made sure they always had time for her and were available when she needed them. However, as if often the case, good things never lasted.

When she was the ripe young age of four, Amelia's family were attacked by a small coven of vampires on their way home during a stormy night. While her parents were killed, the coven took the young child and held her captive as a 'cattle', a simple animal they would feed from whenever they were puckish, but avoided killing or turning her into one of their own. Due to viewing her as nothing more then an animal, Amelia was often abused and berated, slowly leading to girl to mentally withdraw from the world and close her heart.

This abusive life-style continued for six years and only ended due to pure luck. While the coven was moving to their next feeding grounds, they came across a nomadic vampire named Dmitri Machinkov. Initially friendly with each other, Dmimtri traveled with the coven for a while, talking to them and witnessing their life style. While doing so, he also witnessed the covens abuse of the young human 'pet' they kept. While initially displeased but silent, after a several days, Dmitri had enough to stepped up to defend the girl. A fight broke out and, despite being outnumbered and protecting a helpless human, Dmitri was able to win with relative ease.

Over the next year, he traveled with the girl, giving her a name due to her forgetting her own and trying to help her open up to the world. His efforts were partially successful, with his greatest success being to get her to talk to him through a stuffed rabbit he bought her a proxy, though she didn't learn ventriloquism. Still, it was a first step and from there, he got her to open up, little by little until she could almost pass as simply a shy girl.

Tragedy struck once again though, as both where attacked by a coven that had been friendly with the once that had previously 'owned' Amelia and were less then happy with what had happened to their friends. The coven ambushed the two and while Dmitri was able to hold them off again, one of the coven members had hung back to attack Amelia while her guardian was distracted. His blow was meant to kill and it would've done so instantly had Dmitri not noticed at the very last second. With Amelia injured and dying, her guardian flew into a rage and slaughtered their attackers before calming down and checking on his young companion. Knowing she would not last long, he took the only option he had and turned the young girl to save her life.

Shortly after this, he traveled with her to Castle Bloodmoon, to leave her under the protection of his old friend Hadrianus Nightbane. Knowing the castle was a school for young vampires and a place she could live without fear of running out of blood or being attacked, Dmitri felt it was best he leave her there so she could learn and live in peace. Amelia has not taken this well, feeling abandoned by the one person she thought would stay by her side and causing her to retreat into herself once again, though thankfully not as much as before.


Advice To The World: Value what you have, for it could be taken away at any point.
Anything Else: Often carries a small, stuffed rabbit on her person, the first gift she ever got from anyone. It was from her sire, Dmitri Machinkov.