Kidd

Blood Raiders

Well I know Vivian will go rogue as soon as she can, haha. She wants to explore the world, find her vamp dad, and just not be leashed for the rest of her life.

Blood Raiders

I went ahead and changed it anyway uwu

Blood Raiders

Vivian Vanbrooke | 18 | Female | Half-Vampire

Bio: Vivian was the product of an affair between a woman named Natalie and an ancient vampire whom she knows very little about. The man her mother was married to stood in as her father for as long as she could remember. However, as Vivian grew, it became apparent she wasn't the man's daughter. She thirsted for meat that was too raw and had an aversion to sunlight. Her brown eyes occasionally looked red, too, and the husband grew suspicious. He had always been verbally abusive, but grew physically violent as his suspicion grew. This ended with Natalie's death and nearly Vivian's. Instead, she was "rescued" and held captive for experiments and the like. Now, she has a wish to find her real father. What she will do if she ever does, however, is a mystery even to her. Magic: She's able to teleport, but this is limited by her sight. If she can't see the destination with her naked eyes, she can't teleport there. If she's blinded, she can't teleport at all. Weapon: Two of these:

Blood Raiders

Working on a character now, if that's alright~ Edit: I use Vivian a lot and I typically give her a scythe, but I noticed we have another scythe user. So if we only want one, I can change her weapon.

The Blood Compact

said one role player to another. ;;;

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

The young rogue proved not entirely stupid when she took the chance to run. She also proved quite lucky when the head Blackmoore head called off the assassin--and she took heed. Klaus' gaze followed the rogue's silhouette as it disappeared around a corner, his own arms uncrossing. He stepped back, ready to leave the family to clean up their own mess when he felt a tickle at his mind. Scowling, he turned his head to the source: Beatrix was reaching out with her mind, pulling back only when she found his to be so old. Supposing it would be rude at this point to just walk away (and it'd give off a message that he was afraid, and he couldn't have that), Klaus rested his hands in his jacket pocket and approached the family. His dark gaze flickered about at the dead rogues, his nose wrinkling at the pungent scent of vampire blood. "You all made a bit of a mess," he greeted, raising his brown eyes first to Alistair than to the rest of the family. Outwardly, he remained relaxed if a little irritated, but he made a point to stay alert. They clearly had their fair share of vampire blood--young, sure--but potentially dangerous nonetheless. The thought had his gaze lingering on Beatrix a moment longer. She seemed to be the most lethal of the group, not that he doubted the family head's own strength.

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

I like that it just kinda causes it regardless.

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Idk what to write for Mira. The Kingston home is kinda lacking

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Klaus kept his distance once he was close enough to gauge the scene; with his age, the scene was nearly clear from the cover off the tall buildings though he knew he wasn't invisible to an alert vampire. It seemed the slaughter was over and it had been vampire versus vampire. The expression on his face was a grim one, hidden by the shadows near the docks. Over the sound of the waves licking the docks and boats, a remaining rogue traded words with what appeared to be the Blackmoores' most dangerous vampires. She was talking herself into a corner, which was a shame, because otherwise he'd almost feel comfortable stepping in. He noted the Blackmoore woman's intensity, that she was high on vampire blood. Almost. He remained a bystander even when Beatrix attacked the girl, only crossing his arms uncomfortably. For the moment, his attention turned on the family head who had allowed this to happen. Well at least Mira won't have to deal with the rogues, he thought to himself, eyes resting again on the rogue girl who was granted an opportunity to run. Not that it'd matter.

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{idk what to write for mira right now and im supes tired anyway so i'll try to add something tomorrow}

The Blood Compact

Slaughter? Kiss the Earth with blood? Battle? What the fuck were these oldies gearing up for? The man who seemed to be responsible for the gathering mentioned humans, but what humans? The confusion and concern was plain on Hunter's expressive face, but she remained quiet. She didn't understand the whole story yet, but she was sure she would soon. In fact, when Mo introduced, she even managed a smile and a small wave, though still found herself at loss for words. She felt like anything she said could be the wrong thing to say in front of these dangerous and powerful beings. Mo prompted the others for battle plans as she sat, and Hunter stood attentive just behind her seat as she eagerly awaited details. Her eyes flickered to everyone in the room, waiting on their input. Sure, she had to leave sometime, but she was wondering if she'd have to wait to be pushed; if this meeting went wrong, Hunter intended to just jump.