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Azi Demonica

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Eventually, strange voices spoke in the shadows. Sakura listened, happy to be with her friends again. They were happy for her, but many of those with bodies were not. So she gave them salvation, sometimes in their own homes. She wanted families to be together. Sakura would never stop, for them.

Following father’s footsteps, Sakura became a yamabushi, so that womanhood could grant salvation for all. As the years came and went, nearby villages and towns became quieter and quieter, because Sakura does not disobey...
https://youtu.be/d2mMISNvPzM?t=2

One night, a gosha odosama came, the brother of Father. He sought to find out what happened to his brother. He found countless, headless, frozen families and dogs hanging from branches, many trees bending from the weight of so many bodies. Followed by distorted, raspy whispers and breaths, he found the manor house, and the pieces of those who once resided there, elegantly assembled before an altar.

After an ordeal both bloody and brutal, Sakura granted the gosha odosama salvation, but his blade had wounded her. No matter, home was granted salvation, and Sakura could leave in peace. From the shadows, spirits of the fallen warriors sometimes came back temporarily, to relive the desire to protect their homes from a foe they could never defeat...

Despite injury, Sakura went through the snow, behind her a trail of blood. She had to grant salvation to more, and the Vampires who smelled her blood needed it more than anyone. Numbed by coldness and bloodloss, and aided by an aura of dark spirits and floating, whispering, ghostly masks, she granted salvation to those who craved such blood of darkness.

But she could not grant peace to all of them. As she lay in the bloodied snow, her mask repeated a distorted, raspy message, “ Wasureruna, ga wa shinigamida . Nozomi wanai zo ...”

23-Sep-2019 21:08:19 - Last edited on 24-Sep-2019 01:57:59 by Azi Demonica

Azi Demonica

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Name: Erik Ásvaldsson

Race: Human

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Weapons: sword, seax
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYmYdbXbKh0

Magic: n/a

Appearance: 6'7'' 270 lbs.
Helmet, body armour, shield

Personality: Headstrong and bullheaded, he will do anything to lead attacks and protect his people, companions, and friends.

Bio:
https://youtu.be/TJJmeo1sjts?t=3
A warlord from the snowy mountains. He is expected to provide service, lead charges, and protect his people, no matter what, for as long as he lives. A lifetime spent in warfare and violence has made Erik a formidable beast of a swordsman and leader. He will keep such a mindset for any companion and friend.

This led him to hunt an unknown killer in the mountains. He did not care much and set out to kill the vagabond with two trusted friends...

https://youtu.be/856lWftfeJM?t=12

...it did not end well. Hunted by the very creature he set out to hunt, he barely escaped. Alone, exhausted and injured, he was stalked by vampiric forces and disappeared with them in the night.

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Azi Demonica

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23-Sep-2019 21:09:48 - Last edited on 24-Sep-2019 01:53:38 by Azi Demonica

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Annie1227

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Annie sat in her cell in the dungeon at Castle Gern chained to a wall but in a nicer cell. She was covered in clothed in furs. She thinks she was the only survivor from her village and that made her really upset. She wanted to cry but she wouldn’t let these vampires see her crying and make her look weak from the lost of her family, friends, and village. She really don’t know how long she been down here. She was lucky that these vampires don’t know that she has powers.

Then all of a sudden she heard a booms from outside of the castle. She also felt the the castle started to shake. She didn’t know what was going on and it made her very scared. After a few minutes later she heard fighting near by and realized the castle was under attack and she felt relief that she will be soon rescued from this place. She thought she need to help by escaping from her cell. So, she notice that in the attack instruments has knocked down in her reach so she used her psychic power to get an instrument into her hand and the instrument flew into her hand. She started to pick the lock of her chain and it finally popped opened. Now she needs to get out her cell. -Dances-

25-Sep-2019 02:07:19 - Last edited on 25-Sep-2019 02:09:17 by Annie1227

George Rozas

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Name: Sir Hadrian Hallow.

Race: Human. (Death Knight - Risen into a half-life by their sheer willpower to accomplish a task they could not finish in life, wielding the unearthly strength of the cold grave)

Age: 28. (Prior to death)

Gender: Male.

Weapon: Dual heavy broadswords.

Magic: Frost. Abnormal strength and durability. Slow reconstitution from non-fatal damage.

Appearance: Standing at 6'2" tall with a well-built, lean muscular physique Hadrian can come across as an imposing figure to a lot of people - and that's before you factor in his abnormal situation. His deathly pale skin is cold to the touch, yet still there seems to be a pulse - even a level of blood flow that an undead would not have, making it unclear if he is truly undead or something closer to living. His body has few scars, most small and not worthy of much notice, save one that lies over his heart - a full scar, dark and ugly, where he was pierced by a long blade. The blow that killed him.

His hair is dark brown - nearly black - and quite long, grown out and wild from an inability to maintain it. He has a full beard, unkempt, that he will shave along with hacking at his lengthened hair as soon as he's able. His face is sunken, a little gaunt even, but even so he can be called handsome as his charm still shines through his change. Beyond the chill he radiates and the scar on his chest, his most distinguishing feature would be his eyes - icy blue, and faintly glowing at all times.

Personality: To be seen in roleplay.

Bio: Once, long ago, there was a man who swore himself to the service of the Sudovian crown. He made vows to protect the royal family, to serve their interests and fight for justice in their name. Hadrian Hallow, knight of Sudovia, was born at a time before the vampires came and was witness to their initial incursions into his homeland. However, he was not alive to witness how far Sudovia would fall. He was sent north with other knights to fight at the edge of the mountains, I am Inferi.

25-Sep-2019 02:44:03

George Rozas

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bravely slaying vampires to protect Sudovia and all its people - friends, family and those he had pledged to serve. Hadrian was finally killed after dozens of the monsters had fallen to his swords, an enchanted sword piercing his chestplate and his heart. Mercifully, the young knight did not live to see the horror that became of all he knew.

And yet... His spirit refused to die as his body did. It fought in a twisting realm of darkness, forcing itself against an unassailable current, fury and will dictating that he would not fall down and die when his home was in danger. Thus his will of iron prevailed over death, and Hadrian Hallow rose again as his spirit returned to his body - over five hundred years later. Unaware of all that had transpired, unaware of how much time had even passed, Hadrian was weak and groggy when his stirring body was found by vampires. Mistaking his cold skin for a man on the verge of death is the frozen wastes of the north, they captured him and brought him to the keep - chained to be cattle like all the rest.

It has been only a day since he was chained, time which has strengthened him where it would have drained others, and as luck would have it freedom is just around the corner. Coming to true alertness for the first time in more than five centuries, soon to find out the sad fate of all he once knew... And to rage against it with the cold chill of winter's wrath. I am Inferi.

25-Sep-2019 02:44:07

Inferi

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Name: Lia

Race: Vampire (originally human)

Age: 503 (eternally 14)

Gender: Female

Weapon: Dual wrist-mounted blades and spiked arm-length metal gauntlets.

Magic: Physical enhancement: strength, speed, stamina, and other such boosting abilities. Passively enhanced physical attributes, reflexes, and reaction time, as well as immunity to mental-effect magic, drugs, and poison.

Appearance: Slim, with a compact form that belies the amount of strength she possesses. Stands just under five feet tall, with pale skin and a body marred by scars, the most obvious of which is a slash wound that extends from the top right of her forehead to the bottom left of her chin, crossing her nose in the process. For whatever reason, her regenerative ability refused to heal the scars she possessed when turning, leaving her stuck with all the remnants of her previous life. At one point, she might have had the ability to grow into an attractive young woman, but her life was frozen before that point could ever come, leaving her as a battle-scarred teenager that never had the opportunity to advance.

Her hair is jet black, and hacked off at a short length. It stopped growing when she became a vampire, so she is stuck with the last appearance if it that she had when human. Her eyes are flaming pits of hatred, deep red in color, and there is next to nothing she will look at that will not flare the emotion within them.

Personality: Hates just about everything. Anything further shall be disclosed in the future. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

25-Sep-2019 17:33:21

Inferi

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Bio: A princess of Sudovia at the time of the initial vampire attacks, Lia did not initially fall victim to them. She was one of a few that ended up escaping – albeit due to assistance from others, as she was only 3 at the time – and retreating into the wilderness. Sadly, that didn’t make her life any better; she and the group were captured by slavers, and she ended up being sold to someone who wanted a pit fighter. Old enough to remember parts of her life, but not old enough to be anything more than a scared child, Lia didn’t have any option but to become what they wanted her to be.

A surprising natural when it came to fighting, she was trained for several years before being sent out to fight. Her successes brought in quite a bit of money for her owner, and over time she was gifted with various different passive magical enhancements. More than anything else, they affected her speed, making her a veritable blur on the battlefield, but the changes to her strength and stamina were also quite noticeable. Most importantly, though, was the very expensive modification that made it impossible for another to get inside her mind in any way, a result of a recent trend where the gladiators would be “hacked” from some outside source and unwillingly lose the match.

Where or when she began to hate still isn’t clear to her, but somewhere along the line she began to resent everything and everyone, herself most of all. Several times she contemplated simply losing a match, but the appeal of death was simply not there, and the destruction of all else pulled on her in a much greater fashion. It wasn’t even revenge; she didn’t know who was truly responsible for her life, and she didn’t really care. Everyone was worthless in equal measure. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

25-Sep-2019 17:33:40

Inferi

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Then, when she was 14, her life ended. For whatever reason, a Vampire had decided that she was interesting, and made the decision to make her one. She was vehemently against it, as she knew well enough that vampires were the overall cause and therefore hated them more than anything besides herself. Since she had absolutely no choice in the matter, though, she was turned, and became one of the beings that she held so much hatred for.

The transformation to a vampire took the already significant abilities she had and enhanced them further, even going so far as to make her passive magical talents actively usable while still retaining the passive benefits. It also extended to limited regenerative abilities, although hey require time and patience to take real effect.

Since then, well, there’s not much to be said. There wasn’t really a chance to destroy what she wanted to up until this point, although if there was any infighting she certainly took the opportunity to destroy whatever vampires she could. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

25-Sep-2019 17:33:53

George Rozas

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Awakening to thunderous crashes, distant cries and a dull ache across the entireity of his body was not an ideal way for Hadrian to wake from his rest. His awareness had been dipping in and out for some time, his half-lidded eyes having seen only shadows of movement - his ears only wordless murmurs that made no sense. But with the violent crash of a siege upon the castle, the knight awoke from his stupor with a start that jostled his entire body.

" Where in- What?! " His voice sounded hoarse as he forced out his exclamation, taking in his surroundings with wide-eyed confusion and simmering anger. His last memories were of- no, this was not the time to scour his memories! Hadrian looked up at the chain that bound him to the ceiling of hia decrepit cell, the discomfort he could feel not as bad as he expected from such an unpleasant binding. Below the ground was littered with rubble, scrap and stains he would rather not place - a test of his limbs proving he could scrape the floor, if barely, with his toes.

Escape was his first priority, all else could wait until his bonds were broken. He tested the strength of the chain by pulling his bound wrist, its damaged support straining audibly under his movements - yet not quite enough to break. Yet, there was something more that almost seemed to... Leak from him. Hadrian couldn't quite place what it was, only that it was something he hadn't felt before - a chill beneath his skin, a radiating cold that whispered without words. He felt cold, and yet... It did not discomfort him.

Instinct caused his next actions more than thought. He looked upon the chain that bound him once again, his hand open, fingers reaching - that strange chill almost reacting - and then he let loose... Something! He couldn't explain it. Something spread from his hand to the chain, and before his eyes Hadrian watched as his binding was swallowed by a coating of ice. It cracked mere moments later, the chain shattering as the ice turned it brittle I am Inferi.

25-Sep-2019 20:28:34

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