CHARACTER SHEETS

HUMAN/BLOOD-DONER
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VAMPIRE
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Race: Vampire
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WEREWOLF
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NAME: Ariana Nayabdolin
AGE: 900yrs PHYSICAL AGE: 20yrs
RACE: vampire
SIRE: Kylean LINE: Lestat
SEX: Female
ALIGNMENT: Neutral chaotic VIRTUES: Love, romance, control, self strength

APEARENCE: Ariana is about 5"7 weighing only about 115lbs, almost all muscle. She has long shoulder length hair that is almost black but not quite, and in the sunlight it looks dark blood red. Arianas eyes differ from the usual vampire black, they are a dark green. Her skin is flawless and a pale ivory color that makes her look like a model. She has two tattoo's, one on the back or her neck (the trinity sympol) and one on her left shoulder blade about the size of a silver dollar (The celtic love knott). She can usually be found in almost all black. Her pants are almost always black jeans, sometimes skin tight sometimes baggy and lose. She loves to wear dark colored tank tops (reds, greens, purples) and she is always in her favorite "vintage" hoddie. It is all black with grayish-silver wings on the back and chains and things all over it. She always has on boots, usually her blakc knee-high lace up steel toe boots. To most people she looks like a gothic girl without any makeup on. She likes to be natural in that aspect of life.

ABILITIES: Talents; athletic, empathic, leadership
Skills; animal ken (can comunicate to animals... dogs and cats and snakes mostly), fire arms (great with guns) stealth, and survival
Knowledge; medical, law, history, zoology
STRENGTHS: Telekenisis, stealth, animal ken, gun training
WEAKNESSES: people skills, etiquette, technology, sexual control (she's a very sensual being)

BACKGROUND: Ariana remembers nothing of before she was changed. She was changed 900 years ago by a man she thought she loved, Kylean, but found she cared nothing for him. He was Lastats second changed. Ariana spent years in the shadows not know what to do or who to be. She coasted threw life a few years, then just passed the time in a blurr... untill now.

WEAPONRY: two platinum plated .357 caliber semi-auto pistols, one sawed off shotgun, and a 4.5 inch knife kept in her left boot for easy access.

PERSONAL GEAR: Ariana has an abondunce of things in her home. In her pack, however, she has 4 spare cartreges for her 33's all filled with silver (werewolf killing) bullets. 16 shotgun shells, 8 of which shoot silver shrapnel. A wet stone for her knife. She has 4 pints of blood carried in little plastic bags at all times. She also has a pack of Camel Wide's and her Black zippo lighter with a tiger with wings etched on it. She doesnt carry much else, a book that she is reading at the time, pens, and a book that she has written in for years... her journle...

OTHER INFO: Ariana lives in a little basment in the middle of the downtown underworld. She has lived here for many years. It is unknown how she gets in or out or where exactly it is but she can get to it, thats what matters.


HUMAN/BLOOD-DONER
Name: Tobias Johnston
Race: Human
Age: 26 Years
Sex: Male
Alignment: Chaotic, Criminalistic, Oppurtunistic.
Virtues: Very Selfish, Violent, Criminalistic, Sexual, Money-Lust, Power Hungry.

Appearence: Tobias stands at Six feet and Two inches tall, weighing about Two Hundred pounds. He has semi-long black hair, kept pulled back in a short pony-tail. He has a short goatee, has white skin and green eyes. Tobias is wearing a pair of white Nike Air sneakers, black slacks, a white wife-beater, with a white short-sleeve button up shirt over that. He also sports a pair of expensive Oakley shades, along with a Rolex watch on his left wrist.

Abilities: Gun fighting, Driving, Fist fighting, Interrogation/Torture resistance, and Drug dealing (vast knowledge of drug prices, where to buy/sell, etc.)

Strengths/weaknesses: Very smart, very agile, with quick, if almost nervous reflexes. Weaknesses are that he's slightly addicted to Cocaine, he likes to do a couple lines a day. He doesn't sleep much, thus making him a little jumpy sometimes and unable to sit still since he's so ancy.

Background/history: Tobias Johnston, is NOT Tobias's real name. And you'll never know his real name either. Tobias was originally a Cuban, but after nearly getting thrown in prison, hopped the pond to Miami. Since the time he was seventeen, which is when he escaped Cuba, he's lived the life of a drug dealer. He's amassed a large sum of money, influence, guns, drugs, women, cars, and everything else materialistic in that time. But material goods won't help you in an afterlife that's 'damned,' now will they?

Weapons: .38 Caliber revolver, kept on Tobias. An AK-47, which he keeps on his boat, and a sawn off 12 guage in his car. Also has a plethora of knives in his house, one always on himself, and usually a few in his car and boat.

Personal gear: Clothes, weapons, his car is a 2007 Hyundai Tiburon, cherry Red. He also has a high-speed boat, used to ship drugs out at sea.
Other additional info: ???



Name: Vincentius Maximilianus (Name literally means "To conquer the greatest". Or just call him Vincent)

Age: Roughly 2500 years old Physical age: 20

Race: Vampire

Sire: Bella Lerinton (Deceased) Line: Unknown to him

Sex: Male

Allignment: Chaotic Neutral Virtues: Romance, Chaos, and Battle

Appearence: He stands at a 6' feet even. He has long brown hair that matches his goatee. His eyes, are something special, they have a certain glow to them, and he's been given complements on them his whole life. They're golden, but the have a sort of trance-like glow to them. He sets himself apart from the majority of his race. They usually blend in with each other. He, wears suits. He likes to look impressive. Usually, he can be found in an all black suit. Black coat, black vest, black dress shirt, black slacks, black tie, and of course, shined to a mirror like touch, black wing tipped dress shoes. He looks very suave, he likes the look. He looks like a mobster.

Abilities:
Talents; Natural Vamire athleticism, Strength, Speed.
Skills; Swordsmanship, Quick talker(The skill of negotiation), stealth, Short distance teleportation (Learned from his Sire, Bella, but uses of it, tire him out exponentially)
Knowledge; Many different combat styles(Weapon styles and hand to hand martial arts), Medical knowledge, Vampire, Human, and Werewolf anatomy(Know thy enemy, vital points, pressure points etc.)

Strengths: Mental and Physical power, Quickness, Teleportation, Sword Training (Over 2400 years of expirience in the art, knows how to use every melee weapon under the sun)

Weaknesses: Technology, Sunlight, The thirst(Sometimes gets the best of him and he will blood lust), Teleportation(Weakens him), Horrible with firearms, and of course, a beautiful female.

Background/history: Vincentius was turned by a woman who was traveling through Rome. After he was turned, he followed his sire. She was a woman of power in the world of Vampires at the time. Back then, no Vampire or Werewolf did not know of her. When her name was whispered, others feared for their lives. Her power, and beauty were great. She took the young Vincentius as her pupil.

Years upon years of training he went through. His love for the martial arts grew, as did for his hidden love for her. But her one rule was "Do not fall in love, love will get you killed." But he couldn't help it. Beauty and power. As the years went on, he hid it well. Until one fateful evening, she somehow found out that he kept his love for her a secret. This angered her to no end. She abandoned him. But, he was no weakling by this point. He had trained with her for over 300 years by that point. He was no mere Vampire, but basically her equal. And one night, she found that out the hard way. She sent him a letter, asking him to meet her. The letter told him, that she infact loved him as well. This was a ruse. But he wanted to believe it. So he went to her. As they met outside that night, full moon lighting their faces, she attacked him. "I told you love will get you killed..." She spoke as she attacked him. Skillfully he dodged her attack with one of her own techniques, Teleportation. "You would do this, to your student, to one who loves you? You are not worthy of love, especially my love." He spoke to her. She teleported behind him, and thrust her blade. He predicted this, and stepped to the side, with his sword now pointing behind him, and holding her up, implaed. He twisted the sword and pulled it from her. As she fell to the ground, he caught her before she hit the ground. Her last words were, "I was afraid...you were my greatest....I really did...love you." She then faded, and was gone. Holding his master, his love, in his arms, he gave her one last kiss, and laid her body to rest.

He went through time, never fearing love, never making the mistake his love made. He now finds himself in modern day Miami Florida. A city of extravagence. A city that runs wild with Vampire and Werewolf activity. With the humans gaining power, these summer nights may very well be some of his best.

Weapons: He usually carries a breifcase with a sword inside of it. The sword is as old, or older than he is, and he makes sure it stays in pristine condition. Also, he usually has four throwing knives in his sleeves, two in each sleeve.

Personal gear: Not much. He carries a coin around with him at all times. It's from the old days. When faced with a difficult situation, he will sometimes leave it to fate to decide, and he'll flip it. A book that he had written almost a thousand years ago. And a memento from his love, her golden necklace, that he wears tucked in his shirt.

Other additional info: He's just arrived in Miami, so he will be moving around, trying to make contacts in the city. So don't be wary of him, he means you no harm, unless you mean him harm.

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Ariana had been waiting for this party for weeks. There were lots of upper levels that were going to be making appearences all night long. She was hoping that she would see some people she knew. *Its always nice to see old friends.* She thought to herself. It was the first paty she had gone to in a while... about 6 months to be exact. She had to lay low for a while after a little run in with the cops a while ago. *Stupid pricks thinking that their goddamn bullets can hurt me.* In actuallity they had and she had had to feed on three people that night. Shaking off the thought she looked around the room. The party was being held in one of the more well known vamp's house. It was huge, about 16 bedrooms and a big front room and an even bigger back. The party had moved from front to back and some had taken people upstairs to the many bedrooms. Ariana usually refrained from taking part in the usuall vampiric festivities at these parties, all the donors were more like groupies than actuall donors. They liked the thought of vampires not the actuallity or sensuallity of the exchange. Also, like at most parties, there were lots and lots of drugs. What most humans didnt know was that a lot of drug distribution was trafficed and used by local vampires. There were dealers and manufacturers and the like at this party. Ariana usually steared clear of them choosing to see old friends or just stand to herself.
She had chosen tonight to be a little different, adventurous. She had worn a tight black dress made of cotton that reached just above her knee, exposing the length of her perfect skin on her amazing long legs. She had still worn a pair of knee high lace up black boots but in a more fashionable style than her usual camo boots. She had worn no makup, as was her usual choice. She carried a small purse with a small "pocket" gun in it for protection. She had on a black leather choker with silver studs in it and small platinum stud earings and a small platinum stud in her tounge, which she couldnt help but to play with. Her hair was straight and down catching the light to make her look gloriouse. Unlike most vampires Ariana was able to touch crosses, a weird trait that was usually common with the line of the great Lestat. No one understood it but it was what it was. Long ago Ariana's sire had given her a necklace given to him by Lestat and since then Ariana had never taken it off. It was a simple chain of platinum, thin, and the cross was the sive of a quarter made of the same platinum and with a tine heart shped ruby jewel, no bigger than a pinkie nail, at the center of the cross. It was unique and priceless but looked normal and very mundane. Ariana always needlessly touched this and it brought her comfort.
At the thought of her necklace she touched it and sighed. *This party BLOWS.* She wandered over to the kitchen and grabbed a large drink made of mostly very expensive vodka and some tangy fruit. *Hmm... decent.* She took a long swallow. She had seen the host of the party heading to the master suite with a harem of women and he was, so far, the only "friend" she had here. Sure she knew vamps here but she didnt "like" them, more like tolerated them. She made her way to the backyard, giving a friendly head nod to people not even worth mentioning. The yard was amazing with a garden, huge pool, hot tub, and aviary (bird house). Ariana laughed, *Funny for a man to have so many daily pleasures and not be able to touch the sunlight....* She wandered around the pool heading past drunk girls naked and acting like idiots. Making her way toward her favorite spot, a large pond beside Victors, the party man, large cat house. The money hungry sap had two tigers and a black panther. *Its funny how Darius' line is soooo hungry to show off their power and money.* She thought as she sat on a marble bench, enjoying the silence with only the sound of the panthers purrs in the background. Peace... for a moment.