darkSpyro

The night. mysterious and tempting. like a sexual seductress seducing all those in her grasp. a lot happens at night time that most people believed to only be myth. until the blood feud started. for centuries the werewolves, vampires, and humans lived in peace. the vampires removed themselves from the humans. the werewolves pretended to be very large wolves. but when the lord of vampires and the king of werewolves went missing then all went wrong. it has only been 100 years and the human race is scarce.

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1. I am dm
2. no charcter over 10,000 (Unless PM first)
3. be respectful to other players
4. DO NOT ARGUE WITH DM
5. If you have an idea for plotline or story PM me, dont just post it without my permission
6. have fun


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Name: Malak Dracul Tepes
Age: looks about 21
Powers: Shadowalk, Control weather, Hydrokinesis
Personality: Self-righteous, arrogant, caring
Race: vampire
Bio: Malak's family tree is that of the Tepes family, his 3x great grandfather was Vlad the Impaler. When Malak was born he was lathered with toys, and trinkets. He is spoiled, but only with material objects he cares nothing for. He wants nothing more than to spend time with his friends, and family. But as Prince of the vampires he cannot do such things, especially now that his father is missing.
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Name: Vladimir
Age: looks about 21
Powers: N/A
Personality: Ruthless, Stunning, and Stoic
Race: vampire
Bio: Vladimir is Malak's twin, except his hatred for his father. Vlad is not afraid of anything, especially towards werewolves. he believes that his father met his maker by the werewolf lord, while the werewolf lord met his end at the silver blade of his fathers longsword.
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Name: Lawrence
Age: 29
Powers: Super strength, Super speed, Pyrokinesis
Personality: calm and observant, very charismatic
Race: Werewolf
Bio: Lawrence is the only prince to the werewolf throne. since his fathers disappearance moons ago he has taken the throne as his own and has done his best to keep the peace treaty between the wolves and the vampires from collapsing. though at this point it seems fruitless.
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Name: Marcus Tepes
Age: 400
Powers: Shadowalk, Geokinesis, Electrokinesis, Hypnosis
Personality: Cruel, Seductive, Evil
Race: Vampire
Bio: Marcus is the uncle to Malak and Vladimir, but he was denied the throne by his nephew Malak. it is suspected that marcus killed his brother the king but not enough evidence can be provided. he is as selfish and bloodthirsty as vampires can come.
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Name: Alexander
Age: Deceased
Powers: Kronokenisis, Shadowalk, Blood bending, Electrokenisis, Telekenisis. Because he was the first hybrid he was stronger than a werewolf, and faster than a vampire.
Personality: Stoic, Ruthless, Calculated
Race: Werepire (First)
Bio: The first werepire in existence, unfortunately he was killed by Dracula's father Vladamir.
Appearance: Human-like
Wolf-like

Name: Alistar
Age: Looks to be about 23
Powers: Hypnosis and can travel through shadows.
Personality: He is rather different from most vampires. He refuses to feed off humans and is usually really quiet and secluded. He is really protective of one person and will become protective of anyone else who gets close to him.
Race: Vampire.

Bio: He was born quiet some time before the two kings went missing and in that time many vampires abused him and forced him to do things he didnt want to do. About 20 years ago some vampires forced Alistar to kill and feed off a woman who he later discovered was a mother. He swore to make up for his sin and protected the girl who later started to go blind after an attack from werewolves. Alistar blamed himself but promised to protect her till the day she died and he would never change her unless she asked him or needed to be changed.


Name: Christa
Age: 21
Powers: N/A
Personality: She is rather quirky but shy. She loves music and animals and is very kind to anyone really.
Race: Human

Bio: She was born to her mother and father though her father left just after her mother got pregnant. At birth, there where major abnormalities to already be seen. Christa was born with white hair that looked to be slightly blue and silver blue eyes and unnaturally pale skin. These traits frighted her mother but even that wouldnt stop her from taking care of christa. It was hard due to people refusing to give them shelter but Christas mother made due of an old shack. Her mother did her best to take care of her the year she had before the attack. Christa's mother had heard the vampires coming and hid her darling baby in a chest of clothes later found by Alistar. She had no memory of her mother but knew that Alistar wasnt her father and grew to call him brother. At about the age of 4 she was attacked by wolves and hit her head really hard causing her to black out. When she woke the wolves were gone and her whole world was fuzzy. Her site never got better but she knew she would be safe because alistar and did her best to cheer him up by singing to him.

I really like the characters. ACCEPTED.

name: Damien Grey
race:vampire
Age: looks to be about 25
Powers: enhanced speed and strength, shadow walking, cold.
Personality: Rash and hard to control but he has a code of honour that he follows, he will try to destroy anything or anyone that tries to hurt he people that he cares about, or for that matter, anyone who gets in his way.

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Bio: Born before the kings went missing he was a soldier of sorts, but most and for-most he was a slave for a while, but his rash personality had got him into fights with his slave master. He would never stay down, but eventually he was taken by Vladmir, the father Of the king Dracula. He was eventually made a general and leads an army of ex-slaves. He had gotten to know each of them by name, they are called the Shattered Legion. He so far refuses to drink from humans, he prefers wild hunts for his meal or, when he truly has to, he drinks synthetic blood. He roams around now sometimes with his legion, sometimes not. He often spends his time trying to figure out where it all went wrong he takes jobs now and then from the vampires who trust him and even sometimes helps werewolves where he could find some who would trust him. He never cared if one was human, vampire, werewolf, just that they didn't get in his way. But now he stands trial for Breaking the vampire law. The same law he broke, trying to keep a promise to the king himself before he went missing. "Find me, if I don't return"

He wants in all reality to be done, when the kings went missing he searched for them, and searched, and searched, but nothing, he refuses though to give up, I guess you could call this his depression.

But it only motivates him.

Name: Cu Chulainn (Pronounced Koo-Hull-in) A.K.A. The War-Dog of Ulster/Wrathful One/The Burning Eyes
Age: 34
Race: Human
Personality: Cu Chulainn is a berserker. He is usually a jolly, relaxed, and almost simple-minded. When he fights, however, he unleashes his inner beast. He becomes a violent ragemonger, almost evil in simple terms. He is best friends with Fionn.
Powers: His physical ability and prowess are that of legend. He is more than capable of keeping up with most vampires and werewolves. Resistant to Magic and psychic assault.
Bio: He was the son of a family of five in the wilderness. His family was killed when he was at a young age and he had to learn to fend for himself. Whenever he was a teenager he was picked up by travelling gypsies. He carries Gae Bolg- A viscous silver-laden spear. Serrated and sharp, the spear was designed to cause massive blood loss leading to an unbearably painful death. Any normal human would struggle to pull this spear out of their target, but Cu Chulainn is hardly normal.
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Name: Fionn Mac Cumhaill (Fin Mah-Kool) A.K.A. Dragon Breaker/Blood Drinker
Age: 34
Race: Human
Personality: Fionn has always been cunning, impatient, and tactful. He has a silver tongue and can talk just as good as he can fight. He is nearly inseparable from his friend Cu chulainn.
Powers: His physical ability and prowess are that of legend. He is more than capable of keeping up with most vampires and werewolves. Resistant to Magic and psychic assault.
Bio: He was born into a small collection of gypsies. They spend much of their time moving from place to place, picking up stragglers here and there. He was raised to be on the hunt, always fighting. He carries Lann Dho- A spear whose tip ignites in flames when Fionn fights. Some claim that Fionn himself creates the fire, but that's just gossip.
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Name: Ragnarok
Age: 500
Race: Werewolf
Powers: He is absolutely frigid, commanding snow and ice to his whims, or the whims of his masters.
Personality: So far, he does as the vampires tell him. He has no personality of his own.
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Bio: For the last 300 years, Ragnarok has been a "fight fire with fire" tactic for the vampires. He was captured, imprisoned, and shackled with a mysterious stone and chains. They force him to be forever in werewolf form and a servant of any vampire until he is freed. He does not know his life before that and will never regain that knowledge by himself, the sigil stone made sure to wipe his memory of any life and personality he had.

Name: Vivian
Age: "I'm young enough!"
Race: Werewolf
Powers: None, she has gone so far as to reject her human form even.
Personality: Crisp, snappy, and full of energy. She's just like an apple
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Bio: Vivian has spent a very long time looking for something important to her. She has renounced her human form to further her quest on finding that which is dear to her.

Name: Kristof Allistar
Age: Ancient
Powers: Hemokinesis, ancient blood magic, fulgurkinesis
Personality: Because of his age, he is very traditional. He doesn't show much range in emotion.
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Race: Vampire
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ALL ACEPTED. If I don't receive anymore charcters submissions then I will start the Roleplay by the end of this week or next week.

I might add two more charcters. There seems to be only two girls atm. So give me till the end of today to get up their character sheets.

Name: Koutana
Age: 30
Powers: shape shifting from human to wolf
Personality: he is tough and defensive of anyone he is traveling with. He fights on the side of ending the war.
Race: Werewolf
Bio: Koutana is the leader of a freedom fighting group called the Tsukihana. He believes there should be no kings, that everyone should find their own place in this world and get along without their kings or hierarchy. He is traveling alone looking for others to join his cause, doesnt matter their breed, vampire or werewolf or humans. He has a kind personality when you get to know him, especially if you join his cause.


Name: Alexa
Age: looks to be 24
Powers: enthrall (making men of all kinds bend to her whim) making nature grow
Personality: she is quiet and manipulative
Race: pure blood vampire
Bio: she was betroved to the vampire prince at a young age, in return the king wouldnt attack and take over her peoples land. Now that the kings are missing her land is in danger and she is searching for them and the prince so she can save her land and people from now not only being taken over but war. She has a deep put hatred for the vampire king, most other vampires and humans. She doesnt hate werewolves because they stay away from her kingdom and respect placed borders.


Name: Naru Ginasa AKA Half Breed Prince
Age: looks to be 22
Powers: mind reading and some telekinesis, blood bending
Personality: he has a kind serious exterior, but has a dark violent side especially when his family or brothers are being insulted or angered
Race: vampire/werewolf
Bio: The twin to Haru and younger brother to Karou. Their parents were both werepires apart of a secret bloodline, hated by both vampires and werewolves alike. They were killed protecting their sons. After their parents died, he became more quiet, less outwardly aggressive and also more defensive of his brothers. He became more irritable with his twin as they grew, even though her knew Haru was trying to deal with the death he believes all his actions are childish and idiotic. He looks up to his older brother for approval and help.


Name: Haru Ginasa AKA Half Breed Prince
Age: looks to be 22
Powers: some kronokenisis, shadow walk, limited shapeshifting
Personality: a brute, rude and hateful of humans, he is loud and serious. But when it comes down to it her cares deeply for others and what happens to them. He is also on the inside very sensitive to what people say or think about him and his family.
Race: vampire/werewolf
Bio: The twin to Naru and younger brother to Karou. Their parents were both werepires apart of a secret bloodline, hated by both vampires and werewolves alike. They were killed protecting their sons, Haru was never the sweet child he was after that, he became brooding and rude to everyone, including his brothers, though they know he doesn't mean it, he just feels it was his fault for their deaths, being the one the human hunters followed back home. His hatred of humans grew and as he grew he became more and more of a rebel.

((I would really like to join, Zartose.))

Name: Xavros
Age: 37
Powers: Shapeshifting (Limited to changing into forms on the spectrum between human, hybrid, and beast. He primarily takes the form of a werewolf, but has been finding himself infrequently able to take on non-lupine animal traits, with no real control over when this occurs); casting spells that are often impulse, creativity, and/or nature-based. (In Magic the Gathering, he'd be a Red/Green/Blue mage).
Personality: Old-fashioned, friendly, jovial when excited, solemn when not. Has great pride in his integrity.
Race: Werewolf (Although not the strain common to his world)
Bio: When Xavros was younger, he was a knight-cathar from the town of Avabruck on the plane of Innistrad, known for its vampires, geists, demons, and werewolves. After being bitten by a werewolf, he'd awoken to find his home completely ransacked at the next full moon, and his family nowhere in sight. Fearing he'd become the monster that had lead to their demise, he journeyed to the clifftop retreat known as Thraben, stood from the tallest cliff, and stepped off, in an attempt to purge the world of the foul beast that had been the end of his family... himself. Right before he'd hit the ground, though, a 'spark' ignited within his heart, one that whisked him away to another plane of existence. However, as he works towards controlling this 'spark' and walking the worlds, he finds his lycanthropy is manifesting itself in stranger ways, borrowing parts from nonlupine beasts, and changing more of his own volition. This once-holy-warrior-turned-beastmage cast off his old name, no longer the Gabriel that had been a loving father and husband, but Xavros, a determined bestial nomad, seeking to find his purpose, a place that he can truly belong. On this journey, though, his 'spark' seemed to have a moment of humor, as it lead him astray, not to his home, but to a similar world, where the monsters that he'd learned to battle were even more prevalent, unable to planeswalk away. While the moon of this new world glows strong and bright, it doesn't seem to carry the maddening effect over him like the moon of his homeworld, nor does it for the residents, who seem to be just as mentally 'human' as he is... causing him to doubt his previous conceptions about whether or not his old foes are truly irredeemable.
Appearance: A tall, muscular middle-aged man adorned with Innistradian armor that has plenty of shamanistic accents added (a reminder of his time with the Temur Frontier), with unnaturally grey hair for his age, golden eyes, and pronounced lower canines that jut from his lip. On his left arm, is a tattoo resembling the Collar of Avacyn, although it has since received wild, practically tribal-looking additions around it. lycanthropic form (at least, the one he turns into involuntarily, such as when enraged), he appears much as one would expect as a werewolf of Innistrad (with a more feral, bestial, top-heavy build than the normal hybrid forms of werewolves of this plane), while when he willingly shifts, he tends to take on a more humanlike form. In any of his inhuman forms, glowing designs of red, green, and blue are dispersed throughout his grey-and-beige fur, the most notable mimicking his tattoo.
Other: (A few of you might be familiar with Xavros... this is a much younger him than, say, the one that appeared in Lab 48, so he has a drastically different perspective on things, is very inexperienced with most of his abilities (making him much less powerful), and is unaware he wasn't entirely human even before he was bitten)

Name: Kaoru Ginasa (Half-breed prince)
Age: Looks to be 28
Powers: Agelessness, Limited shapeshifting (most notably a hybrid form that looks like a mix between a werewolf and a werebat, the latter's influence determined by how recent his last bloodmeal was), mutable powers, (going to add more as I think on it)
Personality: The responsible older brother, responsible. Outwardly confident and kind towards others, inside he's stressed, insecure, and fearful of losing control.
Race: Werepire
Bio: The older brother to Haru and Naru, Kaoru has tried his best to keep his little brothers safe ever since their parents were murdered. Fearing for their lives, the three have moved from place to place upon being discovered for what they really are, seeking to get a fresh start, Kaoru hoping they'll finally be able to live out a peaceful life each time. However, he is rather insecure about his abilities, finding that with each major "feeding" that his powers mutate, exhibiting more and more of the ancient abilities of his two bloodlines, mixing in unpredictable ways. Although he might act confident and resourceful, a look inside his heart show that it is controlled by fear... fear of being discovered, of what might happen to his brothers... of losing himself to the forces that led to his creation in the first place.

Somnium, I want to eventually see the finished characters... BECAUSE THEY ARE ACCEPTED. Wolfgang... ACCEPTED... AND I LIKE IT.

OOC: Begining post
All vampires must follow these rules. They were set in motion by our ancestors the ancients. To break these rules is to condemn the breaker of the rule(s) to death by execution in public. The rules are as follows.

1. If called to the act of duty all eligible vampires must accept and respond.
2. Traditional vampires must drink human blood.
3. Hybrids between races is inexcusable, unacceptable, and an abomination.
4. All Hybrids and Hybrid enablers must be killed by law.
5. Traditional vampires must obey the laws set forth by the vampire king or prince if the king cannot be presented.
6. No vampire may use a projectile based weapon.
7. No vampire may use a weapon tat he/she have not crafted themselves.
8. The words from the king or the prince are absolute and cannot be denied.
9. No mundane vampire may gain right to ascend to general. (this is a right and priviledge for only the nobles among the vampire race.
10. Members of the royal family cannot be accused of a crime, and to accuse one is punishable by death.

"Due to circumstances of these laws Damien Grey, Do you deny these claims?" The room that you all are standing in is domed with a metal skylight at the top and a podium with the known vampire Damien Grey standing behind the lone podium. In front of the podium about 10 feet is three levels of podiums. Each podium is occupied by a vampire general, noble, and at the very center Prince Malak himself.
"What say you Damien, do you agree or deny these charges?" spoke Marcus, the uncle to Malak and among the most respected vampire present.

"To which of the many laws am I being accused of breaking" Damien kept a stern look "I am only guilty of furthering my last and absolute order, from the mouth of a vampire higher than all of you" he stood his ground and looked up without shame and without fear.

"Hmm." Marcus cleared his throat and pulled a scroll off from the top of his podium and began speaking. "To whom it concerns, accused of breaking the vampire code and law on several accounts of un-lawful and un-healthy relationships between the vampire council and himself. Is accused of but not limited too the following. denying the act of duty, use of a weapon that was not of your own making, denying the words of your present ruler, ascending to the rank of general, and killer of a well know vampire general." He pulled away the scroll and looked down at Damien and eyed him down. "The breakage of the vampire law cannot be tolerated under any circumstances. And to do so is punishable by death. Do you agree to these crimes or don't you?"

"I have never used a weapon other than my own, the word of the king over-rules any other, and his last words were 'If i do not return, find me' I was appointed my role to lead a legion, this was also the work of a noble, one of the royal family, which their word can also not be refuted. the killing of the general was an issued challenge that he accepted, and it was merciful that I killed him." he looked towards the door hearing many voices outside "my legion awaits a verdict, just like their past, they are brutal, Id rather avoid turning this area into a battle ground."

"Marcus looked at Damien and spoke softly but loud enough that the entire room could here him. "In the event that the king is not present, then the ruling authority belongs to the prince. As for your men, they stand no chance against the generals, their men, and our "workers" who will have no problem slaying you or your men. Your words mean nothing due to the fact that we cannot take your word for anything nor can we believe that it is truth..."

"SILENCE... Marcus sit down. This is a herring chamber not an interrogation room. He is here for council not to be berated by cruel words. If a princes word is law then I say he is innocent. Damien you have proven your loyalty to me and my father for centuries if not to the court then to me will you tell your side of everything?" Prince Malak spoke and the entire room trembled. never before has he grown irritable with a council herring.

"I will speak my truth, and only the truth my prince." he cleared his throat "before our king went missing he met with me in the war room, he told me if he did not return that I should look for him, by law, I must do this. After this, I found one of the generals beating one of my men, when I confronted him, he challenged me. 'To the death' were the words he spoke. I never used a weapon other than my own, I made this, I poured my blood sweat and tears into its making, and I really did bleed for this blade. For how I became a general, that is a secret i must keep to my grave, my prince you must understand this more than anyone here...." Damian was loyal to the prince but felt nothing but hate for the rest of the court, they only saw him as a bastard slave... "as for you easily dispatching myself and my men, Marcus... if you lay a hand on any of my men..." he simply glared. words could not describe his hate, his animosity for this one vampire.

Alistar sat quietly atop of the roof staring at the sky till he heard the soft shuffling of footsteps from inside.

"alistar?" The girls voice was soft and kind as her hands searched the walls to find her way to the door till she abruptly bumped into him.

"Christa.. You should be in bed. Its late. Youll get sick if you keep doing this." He spoke. His tone was harsh but kind.

"I know... But i worry.. You know that... Its hard to not worry these days..." She sighed hugging the man.

Alistar gently pet down her hair and kissed the top of her head. "I know.. but you must try not to. Ill always be here. I promised you that.. I will keep my word.. You are more important then the royal bloodline to me and-" His words were stopped by christa who put her hand over his mouth.

"If i have learned anything from the vampire race, is that you must stay loyal to the royal bloodline.. You could be killed for saying anything otherwise." She said before having him guide her back to her room to lay down.

"I decree that Damien is untouchable to any laws the vampire race has, and will be spared from death if he helps me find my father. Until he has done so he will only take orders from me if it doesn't already interfere with my fathers words. Anyone who has objections shall speak now or forever hold his peace by law." The princes words were filled with wrath and irritation that his own people couldn't trust Damien even when him and his father did.

"I object. My prince he is nothing but a lucky slave who should have burned in the sunlight of this chamber. By law he is a criminal and must be dealt with. Toallow him to leave is to challenge the law of our ancients.."

Cu Chulainn walks through the forest, drudging through the murky swamp area with a werewolf head on his shoulder. His armor glistened with red splotches of blood, which covered most of it. While the stench of the accursed blood didn't bother him, the flies that it gathered did. "Fionn, I need to wash my breastplate. It's coated in the beast's blood and it attracts the worst pests. Let's stop soon." Cu Chulainn's voice was deep and rich and it resonated though the forest.

"Be quieter you brute!" Fionn dips a cloth in a small pool of water and tosses it to Cu Chulainn, "There. Clean yourself up. You're the one who wanted to take a trophy..." Fionn looks out into the darkness of the woods and grits his teeth, "We're in werewolf territory. So keep your voice down. We might be lucky that you have that blood on you. Maybe they'll mistake our scent with their own."

Cu Chulainn sighs and groans quietly, "Come on mate, they ain't gonna be a threat. We just took out a pack earlier." Cu Chulainn cleans his armor, sloppily albeit. He hangs the cloth on his belt.

Fionn hisses, "Yes, of course that's true. BUT, we can't spend our whole night killing. AND I don't feel like picking fights with everyone we come across." Fionn sighs as his feet take their first step on solid ground, "Plus, who knows? Someone might pay us to come deal with this area too." He looks off to the castle in the distance and groans, "Let's go. I'm sure the Neck-bitters are also en-roached in this area."

Damien looked up at the prince with a grateful look. "Thabk you my prince" one of our laws in the standing leadwr of royal blood, our prince, is unrefutable, and his law is the law, just arguing with him insults the very lqws you aee trying to protect," he turned towarss the door "my prince with your permision I'd like to take my legion back to the training grounds and continue on my duties"

"I will allow it on one condition. That you must succed at finding my father be it dead or alive. I believe I can trust you Damien." Malak motioned for the room of council members to disperse and as they did Marcus approached Malak and spoke loud enough for Damien to hear.

"I don't know what game your trying to play prince, but I'm on to you and your antics. Just because you have the throne doesn't mean that you will become king. Let alone my king. I will warn you to give up this charade and hand me the throne I can use it for it's actual purpose." His gaze fell on Damien as he spoke those words.

A lone figure in the darkness approached the two gypsie warrior-men and spoke softly. "Cu Chulainn and Fionn Mac Cumhaill, I Give you a message from the present king of man if you'll hear of it."

Damien stopped his fangs grew and his eyes went dark "Silence your greedy mouth Marcus, you would abuse the thrown as a slave driver abuses slaves" he did not turn around he used the cover of his cape to grab his sword waiting to hear him move. "how dare you, if the king ordered your execution it shall be done, if he asks you to clean his toiletries, it shall be done, and if he orders his truly loyal to find his Blood Father, then IT SHALL BE DONE" he turned now facing malak his eyes glowed slightly and his confidence grew he was ready, he wanted this. this fight this blooding... and he knew in his mind that he could do it.

"SHUT YOUR HOLE SLAVE! Malak is not king yet. The council has yet to decide who bears the throne. Do yourself a favor and take that sword to your belly and press it into your lesh then slide it swiftly across. It will be the only honorable death you'll recieve." Marcus' eyes were red and he motioned for the "watchers" to watch this slave made general.

Damien stood tall, he spoke harshly, "I fear no watcher, and I dont fear you, WE are ready to die... are you Macus" Damien drew his sword phosphor. With that the Shattered Legion marched in, their armour gleamed dangerously in the moon light. "Shatter the chain, Fight your Fate" their battle cry was shouted in unison. Phosphor echoed a small white light that dripped from the blade almost like water. "We are ready. MY king?" Damien looked to the prince for the order, Damien was not afraid of Marcus, "I shall never be a slave again" he thought to himself.

"I decide... The honorable Fang Bitters brawl. To reclaim his honor, Damien must prove himself to all of the vampire race. The rules are as follows. Damien will choose a combatant that he must fight. Damien will choose either TO THE DEATH, or Vampire Shamement. Damien will choose if weapons or powers will be used if not it will be a straight up brawl." With that Malak left the council the chamber and walked away.

Damien looked to marcus "I shall also choose the date, the next full moon, me and marcus, bare skin from the waste up weapons only, to shame, I want this for better or worse, to be remembered. Do you accept my challange son of greed?"

"Pitiful" Alexa said standing from her council chair she sounded not just annoyed but truely distqusted with Marcus. "I have nothing else to say to this" Alexa was disgusted by most of all what the other council members had to say, she cared for nothing but the safety of her kingdom, so nothing but Malak's words mattered to her. She had no intest in their stupid disputes. She tucked her hair behind her ear and walked briskly to follow Malak as he left. "My Prince?" She said with a polite tone of voice. "With the king missing what does this mean for my kingdom?.. and our betroval?" She paused for a moment before asking the second part.

Kotana patroled the freedom camp. He watched for anyone who might be looking for them for any reason. Being their leader he had to be fright up there if something happened.

"Karou?" Naru said walking into the main room of the cabin. "Haru is missing again..." He said sounding annoyed and cynical not normal outward emotions for him unless it was about Haru. Other times he was very outwardly kind and a true gentleman.

"Have you checked any of his usual hiding spots?" Kaoru grimly asked, as he rose from his seat, walking over towards the hanger where his coat had been hung. "He may have encountered a grim situation and fled to one of our safe havens..."

"Alexa... Our betroval will continue this evening if my dear you'll still have me, my future queen." Malak's voice was sincere as he wanted her to call his own. From the moment he gazed upon her he was in love. Her voice made him weak to his knees, and her smile made him blush and become flustered. "But until then would you walk with me my dear. I would very much appreciate your company."

Marcus looked dumbfounded. He was merely following the laws the ancients set forth so this kind of problem wouldn't arise. "I will gladly accept your challenge. And when I beat you into submission then you will see the folly of your ways." No... Thats not what I wanted to say. If Tabieus is causing this outburst then I will end it now.

"Kotana... Their is someone here to see you." A very tall werebear was standing behind kotana so as to receive his attention.

Wild golden eyes watched the werebeasts' camp, from the dark shadows not too far away. While Xavos had been used to hunting werewolves before, heck, such an incident was the cause for his current state, these ones seemed... much different from the ones back home. They were more humanoid in build, and they seemed to speak in perfect Common, rather than the savage beasts that he was used to dealing with... maybe, just maybe they were afflicted souls like himself. Still, he thought it wise to stick to the shadows for now, and observe them, unaware that they very well may already have his scent.

Damien turned and walked out of the council room without a word his legion following

shatter you chains, fight your fate... why does it seem that at every chance Marcus and the council are breathing down my neck... every victory every battle and no one raises a goblet, they just try to push us farther down, if Dracula were still here... but he's not and my only ally is Malak. I have to plan carefully


Damien thought to himself silently the chatter of his men behind him drew his attention. when they reached the training grounds of the legion he broke off "Train hard men, i have to attend to something ill summon you when needed." he walked off again, on his own now, north. he has been south, he has been east, he has been west... north, he has to try.

"Hey... You there what are you doing here!?" The creature that spoke so gruffly was a were-lion. He stood at about 7 '5 and had the build of a very large muscular man. "I wont ask you again stranger." His tone becoming aggressive. He didn't know this ones scent and he couldn't tell what it was.

Startled by this, Xavros put his hand on the hilt of the blade sheathed at his back, although he didn't draw it quite yet. "I... I am a wanderer, one who only seeks a way to return to my home... although it seems that fate has led me here, instead." While he didn't quite know of werebeasts other than werewolves, he was familiar with the Leonin from the plane of Alara, and wasn't quite sure what to make of this being. Rather intimidated, he felt a dusting of fur begin to sprout of his skin and face, as his ears became more pointed, and his lower canine teeth began to jut farther from his lips. "While I don't seek conflict, be aware that I won't hesitate to defend myself." he said, as the base of his nose became somewhat more canid in texture.

After getting a good look at this "wanderer" the Were-lion dropped his aggression and became overjoyed. "HaHaHaHaHaHaHa... You must be talking about joining the revolution... Come brother and we will initiate you into our ranks." He held out his hand and waited for this new comer to accept the friendship.

Is it too late to join? If it isn't, here is my character:

Name: Leon Dyjwars
Age: 399, (Cannot Die Of Old Age)
Powers: Stength, Speed
Personality: Serious, Sly
Race: Were-Lion/Lionheart, Believes He Is The Last Of His Kind.
Bio: Leon was son of a King, but a group of men killed his parents, and the rest of his village. Leon realised he was the last of his kind, and needed to survive while he could. He then found a cabin, with a mysterious note. It came with a sword he has never seen before. The note said using his Sword would make you a hero one day. He traveled across the land, waiting for his time to fight.

"I'm not quite certain if I truly wish to risk myself yet, but... I do wish to hear of your plight." Xavros said, his face lightening up as he moved his hand away from the blade, holding his clawed digits outward towards the stranger's pwn. "Your voice has the cadence of a true warrior's conviction, though... it reminds me of some of my comrades back home." he continued, with a soft smile forming on his face.

"My plight my friend is to help up root the entire hierarchy of kings and princes. I... We believe that this world would be less aggressive and more for the people without some selfish snob pulling his strings." He stood proud and ready to die for those words. "And what of you friend... What brings you to us?"

"I do not wish to deceive you, so I'll tell you the truth... throughout these past few months, I've been guided by, well... I suppose it is best explained as a 'spark', something deep within my heart and soul, whisking me away to all sorts of places... I seek to find a place where, well... where a beast like me belongs... where I can't harm those I care for, and I can help those in need..." he said, his eyes lighting up with a fierce hope.

The lions fur turned pale, like he had just seen a ghost. Then it hit him... The words of his old king hit him like a ton of bricks and he couldn't help but speak aloud. "And so, in my stead a faction will rise to challenge both thrones, a stranger will come and mark the beginning of war. When the house of grey is made again and the nameless faction hast won their first great victory. The holder of the bloodstone will be found and the stranger claims his home while two mortal men killed an ancient evil, a mortal girl and her guardian find out the truth, and three princes recreate heir ancient long-lost house. War is coming, and the storm will not cease.' "My friend please follow me, you must meet our leader." He again held out his hand hoping that his stranger is the one from the kings omen. "You must trust me."

Feeling in his heart that this prophecy had very well been what had drawn his spark here, Xavros gave a nod to his new friend, as he held out his own arm, giving a firm grip just past the lion's wrist. "Very well, then... if that prophecy is indeed true, we will need to make haste with preparations... please show me the way, new friend." he said, a smile on his face.

Leon walked across a trail, and found a small pond. He drank as much as he could, and then continued walking. He wondered if there is any Were-Lions out there. He found a small campsite, where he suspects some Werewolves have been staying. He took some food, when he saw a Werewolf behind him. "Leon Djywars" the Werewolf said. "Who are you"? Leon was shocked to see a Werewolf near the quaint trail.

((Hey, LittleWizard, you might want to make sure it's all right with Zartose before you post.))

Quote: Wolfgang

((Hey, LittleWizard, you might want to make sure it's all right with Zartose before you post.))

((Zartose and me were talking through PM, I think it is ok.))

((Well, if you think so. Er, I was already thinking of making my own lion-man character when I met the were-lion character, though, so, er... I'm personally not fond of the "last of his kind" angle, myself.))

Quote: Wolfgang

((Well, if you think so. Er, I was already thinking of making my own lion-man character when I met the were-lion character, though, so, er... I'm personally not fond of the "last of his kind" angle, myself.))

((Do not worry, I saw that there was already a lion man character, and he only thinks he is the last of his kind. Anyways, if he ends up the last of the kind, he is a mix of a Lionheart and a Were-Lion.))

After a while of going north damien spotted paw prints "wolves? This close to a vampire domain? Unlikely. ..." he looked around and saw smoke in the distance hehad options now, though he was unsure what to do h kept going north towards the smoke his horse breathing heavily underneath him "shatter your chains" he whispered to himself. His only question was what would he find.

OOC: I can't do much with the rp because I still need Somnium, LOZ, Herrmythology, and Storgirl to post. However I will try my best to continue the rp.

((I haven't really seen Somnium or LegendofZelda on Skype... I hope everything is okay...))

*Skype* Hehehe

-----------Backstory------------------------------

100,000 years ago the greater gods divided their powers into four of the natural races, Vampires, Were-people, Humans and Werepires. At first these races lived together in secret. Humans never knew of the other three species. Then 20,000 years ago the truly first immortal human met the vampires. Demetri Hunter met Tabieus Grey, the first vampire though he was a demon. Demetri demanded that Tabieus granted him eternal life. Unfortunately Demetri was literally given eternal life (He cannot die due to his curse). After Demetri was granted life eternal, he immediately set out to declare war among the demon Tabieus Grey. However Asmodeus Onna found out about the declaration of war, and both brothers created hundreds of thralls and proceeded war against the human race which lasted 10,000 years. During this dark and desolate time a mortal that went by the name Mathyius banded the un-lead humans to war. Mathyius killed the first made thrall to Tabieus. After the word went around that Mathyius killed a thrall, the un-lead humans declared Mathyius king of mortal men. Unfortunately luck was not made for Mathyius because during his time at being king of mortal men Tabieus, and Asmodeus decided to create "Purebloods." Tabieus created 13 covens from greedy or power hungry mortals, while Asmodeus created 13 clans from power hungry or nature wise mortals. With these "purebloods" Tabieus and Asmodeus returned to the new realm of man, and once again war ensued. The new war was the final battle that king Mathyius ever attended. This second war ended with only 25% of the human race remaining and lasted 20,000 years. After the two brothers won the war they created a pact with each other to not war with one another, but unfortunately the pact did not last long between the two species. the 12 remaining covens of vampires forcefully banished Tabieus Grey from the mortal plane. Likewise the remaining 12 clans of were-people forcefully banished Asmodeus Onna from the mortal plane. After the two brothers banishment the two species declared war upon each other. Shortly after the war between the two species started one child was found to belong to Asmodeus, while two children were found that belonged to Tabieus. These children were immediately sold into slavery and therefore deciding that the names Grey and Onna were hence forth called slave names. The Tepes family coven took in one of the slave boys and dubbed him an honorary member of the Tepes family coven, while his twin was immediately sent off to work in the vertigo isles. the slave boy who became prince was watched closely by the high council as it was this child that Tabieus cursed them would be their end. The main watcher of this child was the vampire general to Tabieus Marcus Von Gryim. After a few years however Marcus went missing and was never seen again. While in the northlands for the were kingdom, the only heir to the Onna clan was enslaved by the Wolf clan lead by Fredrick Talbot. Yuki as her pendent had been inscribed possessed remarkable powers and the only one of her kind that couldn't turn from a "man" to a wolf. She was soon renamed Yuki Talbot and given specific duties by her "father" to help dethrone the vampire kingdom. Fate however was much crueler and colder for her as she fell in love with a vampire noble named Corvanus Vasquez. Unfortunately her "father" forced her to kill him as he was going to kill her. Save the details she made sure that he knew she loved him as he faded from her arms into the realm of the sleeping eternal. In the lands to the south however were the countries of the werepires. The eldest brother to Tabieus and Asmodeus, Alexander Ravens was plotting for revenge against the vermin who refused the commands of his brothers. Alexander found thousands of humans, and vampires and were's alike that wanted revenge for what happened. In the dead of night the werepires crept into the territory of the were-people first, and mutilated hundreds. the following weeks the vampires and were-people battled it out on who did it if the other did nothing. Then in one fateful night the vampires got a glimpse of the wanton destruction that they brought upon themselves. Alexander drained the blood from 11 of the original family leaders. Vladimir Dracul-Demonita Tepes slew Alexander and from Alexanders heart forged the Bloodstone and declared it a law that all hybrids and hybrid enablers must be destroyed. The Bloodstone is a large heart the size of a mans head. The Bloodstone holds one drop of blood from every vampire the day the Bloodstone was created to now. The unfortunate soul who drinks from the Bloodstone however gains all the powers the vampires who gave their blood had for a small period of time, however no drinker of the Bloodstone cannot resist the corruption of power and thirst. The first sip the drinker takes causes him to feel refreshed beyond any normal means of refreshment. The second sip cause the drinker to feel slightly off, and not want the Bloodstone out of his sight or grasp. The third sip causes complete and total obsession over the Bloodstone, even suggesting setting it down will bring out the worst possible ways of the drinker. The Bloodstone is a dark fluorescent red, with black veins running across the surface. As time went on mankind fought the creatures of the night and slew thousands of both species. After 10,000 years of bloodshed the vampires, were-people, and humans came to an uneasy truce, the details of which to this day were never specified. Weeks after the truce the king of vampires and were-people went missing.