The Vampyres Family

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RULES
1. Absolutely no power playing
2. Don't trash talk to other players in comments
3. Notify [Thallion] if you will be unable to post for more than three days
4. Always stay in character
5. Have fun! (man, feels like I'm repeating the rules from a theme park or something)

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To audition, copy and paste form below and send to [Thallion]

Screenname:
Name:
Age: Nobody under 18, only because little kids are hard to mimic for people
Description:
Personality:(make sure they have a strength/weakness, no 'mary sues' aka cliche characters and no all powerful characters)
History:

Audition piece: (write how your character would act and respond to the prompt)

"So, will you let your old life go and embrace your new one," said the old looking man with fangs.

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Screenname: [kay-chan]
Name: Xander
Was turned: Three years ago
Age: 19
Description: Not only is he pale from being a vampire in general, Xander had always been pale when he was alive. He also had very light blond hair and blue eyes. Now that he's a vampire, he likes to wear white to accentuate this difference. He's not buff, but he's wirey and quick, standing at around 5'5". His mouth is usually set into a smirk and his eyes are often half-lidded in apathy.
Personality: He's scrappy and will never go down without a fight. He's no stranger to throwing punches and snappy insults, as he's had to listen to immature taunts since he could understand words. The insults hurt him, so he's quite happy to be among people also considered different. He was called a demon most of his life, and it is actually a refreshing change for him to be one for a change. He is strangely defensive and anxious around children for some unknown Freudian reason, but is the most adverse to using them as food and can be oddly protective of them. He is also in general against killing people, although a few of his tormentors did suddenly disappear shortly after he got turned. Xander likes to try and annoy people, but only in good humor; if he didn't like you somewhat, he just would try and avoid you. He is, as far as he knows, strictly heterosexual.
History: He is blond, pale, and has blue eyes. Seeing as how his parents were both of medium skin tone, hazel eyes and, at most, light brown hair, it was automatically assumed he was a demon child, or a changling. It was honestly only genetic chance. It was only because of his gentle mother who had connections elsewhere that he lived past his first year. Even then, he was often denied food by his father and had things stolen from him constantly, so his growth was somewhat stunted. A series of deaths occurred in his village, starting with his mother and ending with the villagers blaming him.

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Screenname: [Thrice]
Name: Ayden
Been Turned: One day ago
Age: 23
Description: Ayden stands at an average 5'11, but is skinny enough to coin the term anorexic. Contrary to this belief, Ayden could eat a cow in one sitting. he is covered in beautiful olive skin, which is fancied up by beauty marks and freckles dotting all over his body. His eyes are almond shaped, and a beautiful hazel color, which are surrounded by long dark eyelashes. His hair is the same dark brown color as his lashes, hanging straight around his face in a shag. He sometimes pulls it back into a smooth pony tail, depending on his mood. His wardrope is not extremely flashy, but is, however, in a layered fashion. Along his arms and on his shoulders are several deep scars and smaller scars. These are not because he was suicidal or masochist in anyway, they are, however, on him because of his job at the local mill.
Personality:Ayden has an extremely addictive personality. He can easily become addicted to habits and people without realizing it. Even now, as a vampire, Ayden has carried over his habit as a smoker to his new life. He is, however, completely detatched to material matter. He could lose every thing material in his life and it would not faze him further than a shrug and finding a new start. He is easily excited by new things. Adventure and anything that will completely change his life. Puzzles and anything that work the brain also catch his attention. Ayden likes to think of himself as smooth guy. He could talk his way out of the way of a gun, talk himself into bed with a women, talk himself into anything he wants or needs. He is in no way a quiet character. Although Ayden is very detatched and smoothe, he also has a need to be understood. If he is misunderstood in anyway, he often times gets frustrated and takes it as a complete bash to his being.
History: Ayden grew up in an Orphanage due to his fathers death and his mothers profession. He was adopted at the ripe age of twelve to work in a mill. From this job he has learned to swear, smoke and use coy means to persude women. He has since found his own house and his own belongings, but still works at the mill. Or did, until he became a vampire.

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Screenname: [Prater]
Name: Aylia
Been Turned: Was just turned
Age: 21
Description: 5'1, slender built, fair skin (beauty mark on left cheek), green eyes, short uneven auburn hair. A simple wedding band on her left hand and a necklace from her mother.
Personality: Quiet. Speaks only when spoken to or when she has something to say. Does have a temper but keeps it in check. She respects those who respect her. Has a deep thirst for knowledge. Aylia has complete control over her emotions; she doesn’t let anyone get to her. But the other side to that coin is she has a real problem with trusting people.
History: Born to a wandering gypsie, she doesn't know who her father is. At the age of 10, their band camped near a large town. After a couple of days, livestock began to go missing. The townspeople believe it was the gypsies of course. They were forced to leave. Three days later, Aylia stumbled back into town, matted with blood, around her shoulders her mother's shawl and in her clenched hand was her mother's neck and some hair. Later that day a huntsman claimed he found the gypsies band. None were left alive.
 She placed in the church's care. There she met Father John David. He was the only one to know what happened that night. At 16, she was married to a local man, Brand. He was a good, loving man. With each passing year, Aylia fell more in love with him. Until the death came. The town was hit by unknown disease. Aylia lost her husband and the child she was carrying.
 The villagers wanted a scapegoat and they found one. Aylia. They gave her one day to leave and she tried to, but a few men stayed behind to 'help her'. They pushed her to the ground, lust in their cold eyes. She was punched four times before she passed out. Next thing she knew was she was in the most comfortable bed, silk sheets caressed her smooth skin, and an old looking man was asking her a question.

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Screenname: [NOOOPE]
Name: Nuadu (pronounced Nua)
Was Turned: One month ago
Age: 18
Description: Nuadu has large green eyes, usually half lidded or squinted in an unintentional Marilyn Monroe sort of way. His face is a long heart shape, its length adding just enough masculinity to prevent him from looking like a woman. His nose is small with narrow elegant nostrils, and his lips are petit, plump and normally slightly parted. He still has a sort of childish fullness to his cheeks that give him an almost a ripe look. His face is overall best described as a perfect balance between masculine and feminine, youth and adult. And with the sort of harsh arch of his eyebrow, especially when he’s unhappy, he has an insolent, menacing look about him. His neck is thin and long and his body resembles greek statues of slim youths, with just enough visible muscles and fat to look healthy, beautiful and soft. Really, he is remarkable to look at. He seems almost unreal. His hair is black, short, glossy with a slight wave to it. His skin is also slightly dark in an olive sort of way, which is now even harder to notice after being transformed ‘n all.
Personality: Nuadu is a sheltered brat. A narrow minded, ignorant little tool who has never thought for himself and probably never will. As soon as he trusts you, he’s yours, but he generally is wary of everyone. Snippy, paranoid, and hot tempered he is near impossible to deal with, especially if you try to ignore him. Having been raised in a noble family, he is used to everyone listening to him and entertaining him. Until recently, he had never been alone before. So if you ignore him or lock him in his room he’ll flip his top. Being immature and gullible, he is easily manipulated despite his untrusting nature, and he often fails to understand sarcasm and other witty things. When he does trust someone, and feels safe with them, he’s a playful little chatter bug, often giggling and overly physical. Also, unknown to him, he’s gay. He’s never been exposed to the term, so he doesn’t even faintly know the concept.
History: Nuadu’s father was an evil nobleman, who went to the crusades and brought back an amazingly beautiful Muslim woman as part of his plunder. Now, his wife was totally against this, and after he began to neglect her for his slave, she flipped out and stabbed him in the groin. She was put to death and the nobleman, who had only daughters, was left unable to produce a son. Since the next in line to inherit his land was his cousin, a man he hated with all of his heart, he had to formulate a plan. Luckily for him, he had gotten his slave pregnant before the attack and he came up with a dastardly plan. He immediately remarried a raven haired maiden from the south and told her she would be pretending his slave’s son was her own. (This also kinda was to pretend he could still have kids. His injuries were rather embarrassing afterall, for such a big proud man). So the slave gave birth, secretly nursed the child, while the lord’s poor new wife was forced into this pretense about being a new mother. The muslim slave, however, loved her child so openly, while the wife so obviously detested him, to avoid someone figuring out the scandal, the slave was eventually killed. Nuadu was raised as a normal nobleman’s son, being horribly spoiled among other things. He was also known throughout the land for being a shockingly lovely child, and at gatherings noblewomen would crowd him cooing. He was overall worshipped. However, his “mother” despised him. She never wanted to be a part of this lie, and knowing he was a bastard child of a Muslim slave revolted her even more. After the lord died from illness, and at the age of 17, Nuadu was about to take the throne, bitter, his mother told him who he was, and that he didn’t deserve this. His world crumbled. Unable to function after this news, he told everyone and gave up the throne. He was tossed onto the streets. With nowhere to go, and no idea how to even begin taking care of himself, he sort of wandered from place to place. Away from where he was known, ill, pale and ghostly, the eerily beautiful creature scared the shit out of people.

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Screenname: [Slinky]
Name: Countess Natalie de Cornuall
Was Turned: One year ago
Age: 20
Description: The Lady Natalie has long, light brown hair and matching eyes. As a young noblewoman, her clothes consist mainly of the finest and most fashionable gowns of the time period. Her skin is smooth and fair from lack of exposure to the outdoors for much of her life.
Personality: Even though she’s been trained to be a meek gentlewoman, Lady Natalie has been known to be boisterous and aggressive. She’s accustomed to the finer things in life, and is therefore somewhat spoiled and sometimes comes off as arrogant. She is very well educated and knows how to read and write. She enjoys poetry, gossip, politics and parties.
History: Lady Natalie was born to a fairly wealthy family with a good name. Her father taught her to read and write as a way to give his daughter something to do around the house that didn’t involve pestering the servants or getting into trouble around town. At twelve, she was introduced at court and was very quickly married off to the Count of Cornuall, a man who was nearly as old as her father. He was a nice husband, but the marriage was for convenience and not for love. The Count traveled a lot and allowed his wife to stay at court, where she developed quite a reputation. She was known for being assertive and opinionated, gossipy and flirtatious. Natalie never minded being whispered about around court – after all, there was no shame in being different. It wasn’t until the vampire hysteria set in and fingers began pointing to her that she realized the value in blending in with a crowd.

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Screenname: [Thallion]
Name: Anton
Was Turned: Hundred years ago
Age: Was turned when he was 45 years old.
Description: Anton stands six feet tall with wavy brown hair that is starting to go grey. His piercing light blue eyes seem to look deep into a man's heart instantly. He has no scars visible but by the way he holds himself up it is obvious that he has had much life experience. He often wears maroon cloaks with dark blue vests; a silver ring resembling an eagle is always on his right hand ring finger. 
Personality: Anton doesn't loathe humans but it also doesn't bother him anymore whenever he has to feed each month too. He likes to take care of his own, the very few left in the world anyway. He is the kind of guy who likes to host great parties and enjoys his eternal life on earth. He's not known for being a womanizer but neither is he a prude. His weakness is when he is confronted for his conscience; bringing up what he has done in the past, especially references to his father and what he would think of what his only son had become. 
History: A century ago, before Lord Anton was turned into a vampire, he was of noble birth in a family that ruled over great acres of land. His family had been nobles for generations upon generations. When his father passed into the next life, Anton took his place to rule his land and was given his family's signet ring. On his first day of ruling the land, he rode across the land to survey all that which was his. When dusk was approaching he realized he couldn't make it back to his castle in time he stopped at a little hamlet on the other side of his realm. There he met a seductive woman, telling him that he could stay with her that night. When he was in her shack of a home, she bore her fangs out and turned him. Anton was so surprised he lashed out at her with his fist, thinking she was trying to con him into taking all of his money. The first that hit the vampire happened to have his silver ring on it, and he left the impression of an eagle below her neck forever. Before he could finish the job she ran out into the night. Anton soon realized what she truly was and at first with reluctance lived his life as a vampire. When the peasants of his realm discovered that their Lord only came out at night, they guessed who he really was then. They formed into an angry mob and chased after Anton, but not before Anton hid his vast wealth and raced off into the night, never to be seen in that country again.

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Screename: [iwilldrawforfood]
Name: Carin
Was Turned: One month ago
Age:20
Description: Glossy dark curls frame a pale complexion, clear grey eyes, and full cupid's-bow lips. A little on the tall side for a girl. Looks best wearing blues.
Personality: While morally opposed to the whole vampire thing, Carin is intrigued by it all. She’s now stuck as the walking undead and has decided to roll with it. She quickly got over the terrified-by-the-horror-of-it-all phase and is now only occasionally annoyed by the inconveniences that being a vampire includes. Outgoing, but sometimes sarcastic to the point of cruelty. Her lack of compassion is a good survival skill but doesn't make her many friends, and she doesn't always sympathize well with others.
History: Carin’s family was well-off, and she was engaged to be married soon before she was turned. She didn’t know the man well, but it was going to be a good situation. She regrets losing her shot at a normal life. She was accused of fraternizing with demons during a Crucible-esque vampire-hunt fiasco, and was found obviously guilty when she wouldn’t confess.

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