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Welcome to Rousseau's Academy for Vampire Hunters.

Plot: There’s something strange going on in the modern-day city of New York, and only those who attend Rousseau’s Academy know what it is. And what is the Academy? Why, it’s Rousseau's Academy for Vampire Hunters. And they do exactly what they hunt? Well, it’s obvious. The students at Rousseau’s Academy hunt Vampires, and there’s been a bit of a spike in the vampire attacking happening in New York city. Attacks that are upsetting and effecting everyone, and disturbing the students at Rousseau’s and the local Vampire Coven the most.

While humans and vampires are dying, the students at the Academy study hard and train even harder during the day, trying valiantly to find a way to protect themselves--with fangs and claws, magic and dangerous weapons that may or may not have minds of their own. At night, they explore the dark and brooding nightlife that hides the supernatural community from those who know nothing on it. Only Rousseau’s Academy stands between what’s really out there and what you think is there.

You may be one of these students at the Academy, or perhaps a vampire in the local coven, maybe some other supernatural creature caught in the midst of all the caught, or maybe you’re even a human who has unknowingly stumbled across the dangerous underworld that lurks beneath the seemingly pristine city. Either way, you’re now involved in a situation that could explode into a full-on war. How are you going to deal with that?

Map of the City/general area: One thing you should know; RA is in an equally as old mansion as Nicolae's coven just across the bridge in Queens and Nicolae's Coven's Den is in an old mansion in Greenwich Village.

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School Rules:
- No explosions on school property.
- No turning your teachers into frogs.
- All students must be back on campus by at least Eleven pm.
- No summoning creatures of extremely destructive capabilities.
- No teasing Nicholae's clan, if they eat you it's your fault.
- No hunting down vampires who don't deserve it. (AKA, Nicholae’s vampires.)
- For those half-breeds, no eating/cursing your fellow students. Even if you want to.
- Dhampirs should watch their bloodlust; we don't need our students fainting during class.
- No non-hunter humans allowed on campus; visitor or not.
- Small pets only, and please keeps a muzzle on all dangerous creatures.

SB Rules:
-All Normal YWS Rules
-ALL posts must be readable, co-relate to previous posts and have correct spelling. That means no chat speak.
-Romance is allowed, keep it PG13
-Swearing is allowed. Just don't make it a second language.
-No Mary/Gary sues and/or God-modders. They annoy me, and won’t be tolerated.
-Please, do break some School rules, you know you want to. It makes it interesting.
-Can claim up to 3 characters.
-Keep posts about 200 words. Try using this; http://www.wordcounttool.com/ if you're still unsure.
-No Double-posting unless there have no new posts for 24 hours. And please, if you have more than one character, keep both characters to one post; we don't want to see separate posts for your characters, unless it’s necessary--such as if the post is too long.
-Please PM Me (ScarlettFire), CelticaNoir AND the creator of another character if you plain on killing someone off. No one likes it when they're randomly killed.
-All NON-SB posts to the DT please people.
-Lastly but most certainly not least, this SB is run by Me (ScarlettFire) and CelticaNoir. Listen to both of us, or we’ll eat you.

Notes: There are only 3 classes; Combat, Study and Magic. Combat includes weapons training, and for some students, hand to hand & claws and fangs. Study is just the general stuff, such as the history of hunting and the strengths and weaknesses of supernatural creatures and their haunts. Magic is, well, magic.

There are a few preset, mostly NPC characters (These characters are claimable and the names are optional, so feel free to change them--but do ask first!);

Adrian, a 427 year old vampire.
Nicholae, Adrian's 2000 year old sire. Claimed by CelticaNoir.
Isidor, an 876 year old vampire.
Lance, a vampire hunter turned werewolf. Claimed by Varg.

There are also several other places;

- ScarlettFire - Female - Dhampir ~ Amber.
- ScarlettFire - Male - Werewolf ~ Alec.
- ScarlettFire - Female - Faerie ~ Meliora.
- LemonyIce - Witch.
- Pixie2 - Female - Vampire ~ Shyla.
- Podge - Male - Human ~ Nicholas.
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Character Profile:

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[b]Name:[/b] (Both first and last names)

[b]Age:[/b] (13-25, older for vampires; make sure you also add in how old vampires/werewolves/other look in human years)

[b]Gender:[/b] (Duh.)

[b]Race:[/b] (Human, werewolf, vampire, etc.)

[b]Skills:[/b] (What are you good at? Magic, fighting, weapons? Do tell us)

[b]Magical or Non-magical:[/b] (Are you capable of magic or not? Usually only applicable if you are a mage/witch/wizard/sorcerer/elf/etc)

[b]Appearance:[/b] (Describe your characters in words if possible, and No Anime or Scene pictures)

[b]Personality:[/b] (General personality, along with strengths weaknesses)
[b]Likes/Dislikes:[/b] (...duh.)

[b]Flaw/s:[/b] (Duh. At least one, please)

[b]History:[/b] (Please be detailed. None of this one-line stuff. At least a four-lined paragraph. Juicy bits are always appreciated.)

[b]Up for love?[/b] (Yes or no, and what orientation)

[b]Other:[/b] (for anything we haven't mentioned, like pets, weapons, etc)


Link to DT: Click Me!

Oh! I'll join.

Can I reserve a spot for a vampire in the local coven? I will post my profile soon

Okay. Profiles.

Dhampir:

Name: Amber Sullivan.

Age: Looks 17, actual age is around 107.

Gender: Female.

Race: Dhampir.

Skills: Weapons/combat and survival (of the vampire kind), vampiric abilities, knowledge of historic hunter/vampire events for the last hundred years or more and knowledge of the strengths and weaknesses of several supernatural creatures.

Magical or Non-magical: Non-Magical, unless you count vampiric abilities.

Appearance: Amber is tall, around 5'7 with long, dark brown hair and sky blue eyes. Her skin is pale-ish and she's deceptively skinny. She's lean and strong, even though she doesn't look it. Tends to wear earthy/darker colours and always has sunglasses on hand. Also never seen without her necklace; she's been collecting the pendants since she was seventeen.

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Personality: Amber appears the sweet, kind and innocent girl, but she's really fierce with a fiery temper and much older than she looks. Although her temper has a shot fuse, she doesn't lose it often....unless you mention, well, the enemy...or vampires... Or werewolves. She really does not like either one. She's also incredible loyal to those she likes, especially her friends. She highly dislike seeing anyone she likes and/or cares for hurt and will do pretty much anything in her power to help them.

Amber can be deceptive and maniplutive, but very loyal and trustworthy. She tends to terrorize the enemey with her vampiric side, and though her eyes are blue, they turn red or almost black when she's angry, upset, vamping out or using her vampiric powers. It's enough to scare people sometimes, which is why she often wears sunglasses to hide her eyes. She is currently under Nicolae's 'protection', despite what he's done to torment her in the past.

Likes/Dislikes: Highly dislikes anyone trying to kill her (in other words, the enemy), vampires, the cold and too much water, sun or fire. Her strengths are in her vampire side and powers, for obvious reasons. She can defend herself without relying on her abilities and likes anything with claws (aka, cats), warm places, warm things and her friends.

Flaw/s: Doesn't trust vampires or werewolves at all. Has a habit of correcting the Study teacher during classes. Sometimes forgets that she probably shouldn't be carrying a sword around--or a knife or dagger. Can over reaction to insults thrown her way. And though she likes Nicolae, she doesn't trust him nor Adrian and Isidor--those two locked her up in a cellar when she was in her twenties (She still hasn't forgiven them for that--she had to eat rats, and she didn't like it).

History: Amber was born somewhere in Europe in 1904 to a vampire and his human lover. She grew up being used as a 'toy' or 'pet' and being feed from by every vampire within a hundred mile radius of her father's mansion--with his blessings of all things. It sickened her when she was old enough to understand and realize that what she was going through was not what she wanted. By this time, she was about seventeen.

Since she disliked her current lifestyle, she ran away, skipping town and the country, travelling to Italy, where she met Isidor and Adrian during the 1920s; the pair locked her up in a wine cellar for over a week. While in the cellar, she found her cat and somehow ended up turning it--she still has no idea how that happened. When she escaped the cellar, she took the cat, which she named Pandora, and stowed away on a ship, fleeing across the ocean to America. She spent the next seventy or so years travelling around the country, where she met many strange characters, vampires, faerie and werewolf alike.

Eventually, she settled down in New York and met Nicolae. She has been under his 'protection' since the 1990s, after ten or so years of torment. She met Isidor and Adrian again in New York, where they had 'settled down' with Nicolae and his coven. Seeing the pair was quite a shock. Today, she helps the Study teacher with her class and participates in Combat classes to keep up her 'training' at Rousseau's. She also tries to avoid Nicolae as much as possible, despite his so-called lessons in Vampiric abilities.

Up for love? Yes, both.

Other: Currently the Teacher's Assistant for Study classes and participating in Combat classes to keep up her 'training'. Currently taking lessons from Nicolae so she can harness her vampiric side--she's been suppressing it for years.

Has a pet cat called Pandora;

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Weapons; she has an array of weapons, but is more talented with her sword and a dagger or knife than anything else. Almost always carries a silver knife or dagger with her.

Sword;

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Knife/dagger;

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Werewolf:

Name: Alec West.

Age: Looks about 18-ish, but his real age is close to 200.

Gender: Male.

Race: Werewolf.

Skills: Since his father was a mage, Alec has some latent magical ability, which he has yet to tap into. Combat skills--with weapons or claws and fangs; he's not Lance's second for no reason.

Magical or Non-magical: Magical; father was a mage.

Appearance: Alec is tall, about 6' with dark brown hair and dark brown, almost black eyes. His skin is lightly tanned and he's slim yet well muscled and stronger than he looks. He is often seen wearing a grey leather jacket and prefers to fade into the background, which is a handy tool for a werewolf, but has a reputation for being the 'Bad Boy' at Rousseau's Academy--a reputation he hates, but doesn't discourage. He has a natural grace that seems almost inhuman (which it obviously is) and likes to toy with people.

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Personality: Alec, as he prefers to be known, seems like one of those nice jerks with a nasty side hidden deep within. He likes to pretend to be nice and sweet at first but then turns on you once he has your trust, or so you think. While on the grounds of Rousseau's Academy, he often shows the students and teachers a playful but nice little 'boy'. He loves being a hero and saving people, but hates having to pretend to be even sort of mean when he's really nice.

He has a tendency to manipulation people and overuse his so-called skills on occasion. He 'likes' pain and destruction, but only when directed at the enemy, and wants to see vampires--the very things that ruined his father--gone for good. He likes to toy with others, yet he knows that it isn't exactly a 'nice' or 'good' thing. Tends to end up in a lot of trouble at Rousseau's because of his really short temper--a temper he loses often.

As part of Lance's pack, he takes orders very seriously--but only those from Lance, his Alpha. Currently, his alpha has him acting like a real jerk. He's not sure why, but he has his suspicions--not that he'd ever tell Lance that. But it's true; he does normally act like a jerk, yet underneath it all, he's actually kind and caring, loving, full of kind smiles and extremely loyal. He's Lance's Second, but he doesn't let people know that. He prefers to act as his alpha's little errand boy--an enforcer, violent and fierce. Of course, he doesn't always like it, but he is very talented in a fight.

Likes/Dislikes: Likes women, the day, the sun, the night, the moon, hunting, playing games, putting on different masks/acts, dancing and acting as Lance's Second. He likes to direct all his anger at what happened to his father into a fight, usually when it's against the enemy, but sometimes not. Dislikes anything to do with vampires, too much violence, drama queens, harming or killing innocents (they really don't deserve that), feeling unable to do anything and feeling lost.

Flaw/s: Short temper, hates to pretend to be 'bad' or 'mean'. Recently starting getting 'nastier' in everything he does and doesn't think he can keep it up much longer. (Why did Lance even bother to ask him to did so?) He's not always inclined to give mercy when it's pleaded for.

History: Alec was born in London (England) on April 14th, 1793 to an infamous Lord who was also a mage and his wife. His childhood was fairly normal--for a Londoner and a mage's son, if you could ignore all the unusual characters that visited. His father was always busy, his mother quiet and composed, and never seeming to pay him much attention. Despite this, he still managed to get into trouble and angered both his parents.

Two weeks after his 18th birthday, a pack of werewolves attacked his home. His was upstairs when the Alpha came in, talking about something to do with his father cheating him out of something. Alec listened to their conversation for a long time. What he heard made him rethink the whole Mage thing. He didn't want that--apparently his father's magic, his lifestyle was eating him....or so the werewolves said. Then he heard the sounds of fighting--growling and snarling, his father's voice and things breaking.

By the time he got downstairs, his parents were dead and at least two of the werewolves were as well. But the Alpha was alive and furious. He mauled Alec badly, bit him several times and then dragged him away from the house. For fifty years, Alec was forced to stay with the pack, until eventually another werewolf killed the Alpha--Lance. He took Alec under his wing and killed most of the pack for disloyalty. Then he moved the remnants of the pack to America, and New York. Lance made peace with Nicolae and the head of Rousseau's Academy and then set up his pack's headquarters in Queens, claiming everything North of the Academy and east of Nicolae's Territory as his own. With this move, Lance made Alec his second.

Over the next hundred and fifty years, the pair set to work on solidifying their territory and cleaning it of vampires. And making a name for themselves. Between Lance and Alec, they own several clubs, several warehouses and a large chunk of housing in and around Queens. Lance also suggested to the Headmistress of Rousseau's at the time to let him teach there. Alec and Lance have been teaching or learning at the Academy ever since.

Today, the pair take the students out hunting at night whenever that can and try to avoid Nicolae's vampires.

Up for love? Yes, straight.

Other: A collection of 'applewood' stakes. Apparently vamps can't handle the forbidden fruit. Alec's tests so far have failed, ending with him missing the staking and ending up killing the vampire the old fashioned way--with claws and fangs.

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Faerie:
Name: Meliora Haverj.

Age: About 17. She’s fairly knew/young, and she doesn’t really know much about anything--especially her Fae skills.

Gender: Female.

Race: Half-Faerie; unseelie/solitary. In fact, she’s a Sidhe. Leanan sídhe, in fact. But only half, she's still mostly human.

Skills: Meliora has very little really skills, excluding some glamour, or faerie magic she has control over.

Magical or Non-magical: Magical. Definitely magical; she’s fae, and she literally is magic.

Appearance: Meliora has long, curly hair, fair skin and dark brown eyes. She’s very slim and looks almost fragile, despite her slightly athletic build and her deceptively ‘frail’ appearance. Meliora, like most faeries, is stronger than she appear; a lot stronger. She prefers dreamy attire; floaty and floral, and flimsy fabric in natural colours with a splash of colour, much like flowers in bloom.

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Personality: Meliora is a rather nice and bubbly, lovely young lady with a sweet smile and a charming attitude. She’s normally cheerful and happy, kind and caring, hating to see those she likes and/or her friends hurt and is very loyal once someone has gained her trust, as she can’t trust easily. She’s mostly chatty, but can sometimes be quiet for hours and likes to think before acting if she has the chance, otherwise she relies completely on her instincts and impulsiveness rather than her planning. Despite all these nicer traits, Meliora has a temper, and it’s a fiery one, dangerous, explosive and short-fused. It’s best not to piss off this Faerie teenager if you can help it.

Likes/Dislikes: Meliora likes the sun and the moon and the stars, the night and the day, flowers and nature in general, and magic--it tickles her senses and makes her all giddy-like. She dislikes vampires and werewolves, and most things dangerous though, despite Nicolae being on good terms with her and offering her his ‘protection’, which she’s finding somewhat....troubling.

Flaw/s: Meliora biggest flaw, is probably her temper. That and her complete reliance on her instincts in a possibly life-threatening situation--which may or may not be a good thing.

History: Meliora has lived in New York for her entire life. She grew up on the banks of the river and spent a majority of her childhood wondering why she wasn’t like the other kids, why she could see things--things that confused her and made her doubt her own sanity. She was a changeling--a Fae child exchanged for a human one, and brought up by the human mother who knew that this wasn’t her child yet raised her anyway.

On her thirteenth birthday, she fell into the river after spotting a beautiful black horse disappearing beneath the water. Later, she would have no idea how long she was under for, or why she wasn’t drowning, but it was the horse that held most of her attention, with it’s bright gold eyes and the way it moved, as if it weren’t a real horse--and the way it shimmered and blurred and became a beautiful young man instead of a horse. He approached her and she was enthralled, until someone dove into the river and pulled her out.

To her shock, it was a young man with dark brown hair and even darker eyes. She stared at him until he raised an eyebrow at her and she realised that she was choking on water, which she promptly started hacking up in embarrassment. A short conversation erupted, where he asked her who she was, and how she wasn’t dead yet as she’d been under the water for a while. They realised that she wasn’t human together, and then she realised she was a faerie--it would explain things, how she saw stuff that couldn’t possibly be real. He walked her home afterwards.

For the next few years, she was extra wary of her surroundings, the people who passed her on the streets and whatever was happening around her. Slowly, she found her way to Rousseau’s Academy after watching a vamp tear a chunk out of her ‘mother’s’ neck. The woman died, and eventually, she found herself at the Academy, trying to learn how to defend herself and fend off those annoying vampire or half-vampire students. Apparently, her blood’s addictive for Vampires or something, according to the Headmistress of the Academy.

Up for love? Yes, and she’s bisexual; she has no real preference over gender.

Other: As a Faerie, Meliora is weak against iron and normally wears jewellery that is mostly silver or gold. Iron makes her very weak, fatigued and ill, causing her to feel extremely out-of-it and rather dazed if she does get too close to anything made of Iron. It’s also possibly extremely deadly to her if she touches it or it somehow accidentally touches her. She also needs to keep a bit of a...distance from vampires, though Nicolae and most of his coven haven’t tried to drain her dry yet.

Name: (Both first and last names): Shyla Conners

Age: (13-25, older for vampires; make sure you also add in how old vampires/werewolves/other look in human years): She is 324 years old but looks like she is about 18.

Gender: (Duh.) Female.

Race: (Human, werewolf, vampire, etc.): Vampire.

Skills: (What are you good at? Magic, fighting, weapons? Do tell us): she is amazing at fighting.As for weapons: their her life.

Magical or Non-magical: (Are you capable of magic or not? Usually only applicable if you are a mage/witch/wizard/sorcerer/elf/etc): Non magical.

Appearance: (Describe your characters in words if possible, and No Anime or Scene pictures)Um...Scene pictures? I have no Idea what that is. I will just connect a link and describe her, just in case.
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She has velvety red hair with a slight tint of black from a distance. She is about 5'5". She has Beautiful blue eyes and flawless skin. She usually wears bold eyeliner and mascara.

Personality: (General personality, along with strengths weaknesses):
She is very sweet but can sometimes be stubborn. She doesn't like it when humans think they're better then them. She really hates it when people fight for no reason because in the end she always has to break it. She is like the peacemaker in The coven. Most people don't mess with her because they know how skilled she is in fighting and weapons, if they do then she usually tries to deal with differences. If they throw the first punch then she will always fight back. Her strengths are Fighting,guns,weapons,beauty,and singing. Her weaknesses are, Water, The sun, knifes (But could use them if needed). She is obsessed with diamonds.
She is really scared of warewolfs and would never hurt them unless they hurt her first.
Likes/Dislikes: (...duh.) She dislikes people who think they are better then her. She isn't a big fan of humans and usually goes all out if she sees blood. She also dislikes water, but can still deal with it. She likes cute guys, swords, and practicing her fighting skills.

Flaw/s: (Duh. At least one, please): she isn't very good with knifes at all. She has a huge weakness for little kids.

History: (Please be detailed. None of this one-line stuff. At least a four-lined paragraph. Juicy bits are always appreciated.): when she was younger, her parents made her fight in a war when she was human. She agreed and had to learn karate, and lots of other fighting skills. When she found out her parents died in the same war, she wanted to commit suicide and cut herself before she ran out of blood. When the coven leader found her, he turned her into a vampire. (Hope that was enough!)

Up for love? (Yes or no, and what orientation): Yes, straight orientation.

Other: (for anything we haven't mentioned, like pets, weapons, etc): she usually carries around a small poision bottle on her belt-

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She has a black kitten named Lucy-
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Name: Lance Montague

Age: 508 (looks 30)

Gender: Male

Race: Werewolf

Skills: Is an extremely good swordsman (considering he's been practicing at it for over 300 years) and can fight equally well with his claws in wolf form. And is generally good at leading people even if they can't stand him.

Magical or Non-magical:Non-magical.

Appearance: He stands 6'6" with black hair and ice blue eyes. He's generally somewhat muscular, but not to the extreme, but he can still throw someone across the room if they piss him off. Normally wears jeans and a button up t-shirt, but has his own specially made armor for when fighting that will fit him no matter what form he's in. In wolf form he has black fur and Amber eyes and is slightly larger than his fellow werewolves.

Personality: He's one who likes to take charge in situations and sometimes has a controlling and commanding attitude which causes problems with people who aren't in his pack. But if one of his pack members are injured, he'll do anything to make sure they are ok again.

Likes/Dislikes: Likes when his orders are being followed, but dislikes when someone tries to challenge his authority He also likes transforming on a full moon, running with the pack, and hunting game or Vampires, it doesn't matter. Generally dislike Vampires (for reasons other than the fact he is a Werewolf and they are Vampires).

Flaw/s: Old injury on his left arm that keeps him from having 100% mobility of it. Extremely short-tempered closer to the full moon.

History: He was born early in the 16th Century in France. He was raised in a blacksmithing family. When he turned 18, both his parents were killed by Vampires who had come to town to hide. Before the Vampire Hunters could arrive, he had already found the Vampires who killed his family and had them dead with stakes through their hearts. He was soon inducted into the Vampire Hunters and learned more of their arts. On his 29th year, he was assigned a special mission to kill a werewolf who had gone rogue and was killing indiscriminately. He managed to kill the werewolf but in the process ended up getting bit. He continued his service to the Vampire Hunters for 300 year. He killed a local Alpha claiming his Pack and taking and killing those who refused to accept his leadership. He took a young wolf known as Alec under his wing and eventually made him his second after making peace with Nicolae and the head of Rousseau's Academy after abandoning them a nearly two centuries ago. He and Alec know own several clubs, and several warehouses that have everything from simple products for stores to supplies to Vampire Hunters. He generally teaches swordsmanship and CQC (Close Quarter Combat) at Rousseau's.


Up for love? Yes, Straight (does not have an Alpha Female)

Other: He tries to abide by human laws to continue hiding, so he has a concealed carry permit for a handgun he carries. Also keeps small knives strapped to his wrist just in case. His normal weapons in combat are a sawed-off shotgun and a broadsword.

Name: Nicholas Flamel

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Skills: He has the ability to consult with his past lives, who all have a deep understanding in the different magical arts and the supernatural. Unfortunately, his past-selves can enthrall his body at will, and some are not as kind-hearted as others.

Magical or Non-magical: It entirely depends on which of his past-selves enslave his body. Each of them specializes in a different strand of magic, be it necromancy or illusion magic.

Appearance: The very first thing you'll notice about him is his eyes, one moment they will be green, the next they will be blue. The colour signifies which of his past-selves he is talking too, or possibly who has taken over his body (his actual eye colour is a sky blue.) His hair is generally scruffy and he doesn't take much care of his blonde curls, except when trying to impress a girl. Although he does pay the up-most attention to his stubble, because he doesn't feel good with it too long, and will completely flip out if he finds that his chin is bare one day.

Personality: Now this is where it gets complicated, because of his special gift you'll find that at one point he will be very cocky and quite the charmer, the next he will be completely out of it. This often leads to arguments with others, especially when in deep conversation and he suddenly just walks away like he has never seen you before.

He is always in deep concentration though, trying to develop mental barriers that allow him to choose who can advise him, and let even fewer enslave his body. It's very hard to keep that concentration though, and he has let loose a destructive personality more than once. Which land him in very sticky situations. Generally whichever of his past-lives he talks to, their mannerisms and personality can rub off in him. Causing himself to question who he really is.

Likes/Dislikes: Again, this is all to play for. It just depends which of his past-selves he consults, but generally he just dislikes people who have a hunger for power and a lust for blood. He's heard many horror stories from his past, and doesn't want to re-live them this time.

Flaw/s: His allegiance to others will always be changing, and he can be very unpredictable at times. Also don't forget about all those different past-selves wanting to possess his body!

History: Nicholas' parents always considered their son to be abnormal. One moment he would be very quiet, looking into the distance with eyes that were not entirely his own. The next, he would be kicking, screaming and generally causing havoc for his parents' work and social lives. They both knew it was a mistake to have a child while still in college, they both had to drop out and look after Nicholas. They never really took and responsibility for him, and often left him in the house alone when they went out to pubs and often didn't come home until early hours in the morning.

As Nicholas got older, and his parents began to really become adults and mature into good parents. They started to pay more attention to his 'condition,' although they were only aware of the colour changes of his eyes, but not of his long and informative conversations with his past-lives. That's not until he started to talk, and it was on his third Christmas when they really found out the extent of their child's condition. They were explaining the concept of angels to him, and how they would advise people to make the right choice.

"Do we all have angels?" he asked. His mother replied that some think that we all do, but they hardly ever talk to us. When he replied that he talks to them all the time, and explained the extent of his conversations. His mother was gobsmacked, but just assumed that her child had an imaginary friend, and a very broad imagination. It started to get very out of hand though, he'd lash out at random students at school and wander out of the gates without as much as a backward glance when his teachers were calling him back.

They thought he'd of grown out of it by now, he was 17 and was set to go to college. He was going to become an adult soon enough, and yet he was still wandering off of school grounds. Although that number had been dramatically reduced, and he seemed to have been doing this on his own terms and time. Paying attention to what was around him, and not just walking like he was entranced.

By now he had a brief knowledge of magic, and how to control it. Nothing as powerful as what his teachers could wield, but enough to survive what was to come. When he was nearing his 21st birthday, his parents had mysteriously left the house without leaving a note. It was very uncommon for them to do this, but he was old enough to take care of himself. When his birthday came round, and they still hadn't returned he began to suspect that something has happened to them. He investigated the house, trying to find any clue to where they had gone. After he came up with nothing, he consulted one of his past-selves who was a detective in the 17th Century, with a strange gift to see how events played-out before his eyes.

Nicholas let him into his body, as he had a few times before. He trusted this soul, he had a clear head and an even clearer sense of justice. As he felt his body been taken, an image began to come into view. His eyes flickered and suddenly the scene was playing out before his eyes, while he was out at a party. His parents were been fed on by vampires, his father's eye-lids flicker and he knew what was to come next. They beat him back into un-conciousness, and fled. Carrying both his mother and father in their arms.

He immediately flicked back into his own body and rushed out of the door, trying to follow the fading vision. It was too late though, that was all the detective could see before they fled off into the night sky. He sighed and started to ask for answers from his past-selves...

Up for love? Yes, and straight.

Other: Well, I have plans for him to find a staff and meet his familiar, possibly a Bird of Prey.

Name: Cassandra Eve

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Race: Witch

Skills: She's good at sorcery, and is particularly good at transforming herself.

Magical or Non-magical: Magical.

Appearance: Cassandra is short, with freckles and long, chestnut brown hair that are usually tied up in two ponytails. She can usually be found wearing a T-shirt and jeans, along with a necklace that has a small skull-shaped locket. She carries a small, blue notebook with her wherever she goes. She also wears green contact lenses.

Personality: Cassandra is the defensive, bold, mischevious type. She's very sociable and loves hanging out with her friends. It's difficult for her to not get attached to people and she can be over-protective at times. She worries about people a lot and tries to help them out in tough situations. She's loving, but she likes playing pranks on people.

Likes/Dislikes: She likes pranks, but just small ones. She likes learning, and she loves eating salty food. She can't stand people who are mean or rude and insult others, and she dislikes sweet food. Besides that, she's fine with whatever goes on around her.

Flaw/s: It's very easy to annoy or anger Cassandra. She has a bad habit of answering questions that aren't directed at her, and she's very lazy.

History: Cassandra is part Spanish, part American. She was very close to her mother, who taught her to be brave and loyal. She was also taught to never be too serious, which is the cause for her mischievous nature. Her mother passed away when she was 9, and ever since then she tries to be cheerful and everything her mother taught her to be.

Up for love? Yes. Both.

Other: She has a wand:

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...that she uses to cast spells, since her spells are not very effective if she just says them. She also has a familiar - a grey cat - called Orphelia.

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I hope this is alright. Please tell me if I need to change something.

Name: Nicolae ‘Nick’ Viridis

Age: 2000 years old, but looks 15 or so.

Gender: Male.

Race: Vampire.

Skills: Nicolae has a bit of magic that allows him to charm normal humans into trusting him, as well as being able to mess with their memories. He’s also good at close-quarter fighting, being especially skilled with daggers and the like.

Magical or Non-magical: Since he used to be half-fae before he was Turned, he still has some of his powers left, especially the abilities mentioned above. Granted, he doesn’t have a lot of magic, but he does have some all the same.

Appearance: At first glance, Nick looks like a typical fifteen-year-old--a cute fifteen-year-old, yes, but a normal fifteen-year-old, all the same. His hair color is a mix between blond and brown, although his natural hair colour is originally black. He is actually quite vain, and likes to wear clothing that makes him look good.

He’s a bit taller than normal fifteen-year-old boys, however, which doesn’t exactly make him stand out; but add his fairly athletic build to it, and you’ve got someone that looks older when you look more closely at him. He has eyes some call blue and others call green, but generally everyone agrees that they’re ‘bright’.

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Personality: To start off, perhaps it would be best to say that Nick is quite the actor. Even if he seems entirely honest with you at any time, it is entirely possible that he’s just pulling the wool over your eyes. Sometimes he does it to gain something, and sometimes he just does it for fun, but in the end, he puts everyone he knows on guard against him. He’s not sadistic, but he does enjoy teasing people; to the point that he even mocks the other Ancients by looking like a completely normal modern human teenager.

As mentioned before, he is quite vain, and likes garnering attention to his looks. He knows he looks good, and uses it as a weapon against other people, whether they’re vampires, fae, humans, werewolves or whatever else might be out there. He’s not a serious person; quite the opposite, he often jokes around when something serious is going on. But by no means is he irresponsible; this is merely his way of coping with things.

While on the one hand he’s a tease and overly vain, on the other he’s able to be quite harsh and even venomous, especially to the people he doesn’t like. To people he does like, he can show a gentler side of him, but even they don’t know his moods completely. One would say he was moody, happy one moment and serious the next, but knowing him, they’d think twice before saying that. After all, in the end, it could just be an act.

He loves humans. Very much. In every era that’s passed since he became a vampire, he’s done his best to either be an important person in history or at least be close to those who were. He prefers hanging out with people rather than hanging out with Ancients close to his age or older than him. Nowadays, he just goes to high-school and mingles with normal teenagers there when he’s not at his coven. Most Ancients think him rather odd because of his behavior and mostly stay out of his way. Mostly.

Likes/Dislikes: He dislikes traitors, clingy people, and Ancients...for some weird reason, even though he’s one himself. He also dislikes people who are stuck up, but most of all, he really, really hates Lance. He’s often said that he wants Lance’s fur to be his pillow cover the next time he goes to sleep; in the end, all he can do is stop himself from tearing the other’s throat out. On the other hand, he loves his coven and humans, very much.

Flaw/s: His inability to forgive or forget would perhaps be one of his greatest flaws. He’s made a lot of enemies through the centuries, and they stayed enemies because he would never forgive them, even if it wasn’t technically only their fault. He is also quite stubborn and selfish, believing his line of thought to be the best option rather than listen to anyone else.

History: Nicolae was born in Ancient Athens, raised in the religion of the Pantheon and a family of aristocrats. His mother, now called a ‘fae’ but had been called a nymph back then; a mountain nymph, to be more specific. When he was quite small, perhaps two or three years old, his stepmother had found him sitting on the doorstep, nothing but a small shawl wrapped around his small frame.

He had shown remarkable progress back then, even for a Greek youth; some thought he would go on to become a scholar. At the age of fourteen, he had, in fact, earned himself a spot at the Lyceum and was thought to be a very brilliant pupil. That was, until the day he met Liciane Cilith.

She was a foreigner to Athens, a young woman he had bumped into on his way to a class. She had promptly latched onto him and demanded that he show her around the city, and being a proper gentleman, how could he possibly refuse? But that was what cost him his humanity; the moment they were all alone and hidden from sight, she bit his neck, draining his blood and pouring her own into him.

For a few years, at least, Nick had no free will. He was mindless, unable to remember anything about his past life and having to do everything according to Liciane’s will. She wasn’t particularly harsh to him, but nor was she particularly nice, either. After a few decades, she got bored of him and threw him out on the street in some random Roman town, disappearing from his life altogether.

From there he wandered here and there, running across others of his own ilk and generally getting mixed up in this revolution or that person. For a while, he was unsure what to do; he had gathered other vampires for his own coven and settled down in a small French town, close to the ocean.

During that time, he had met a young woman he fell deeply in love with. Mirabelle was an orphan, who barely made a living by making clothes for a very harsh mistress. He met her when she was running away from her mistress, and made her a vampire, someone of his own coven. With that much, he would have been content, had not the Hunters come and run him down, killing most of his coven, including Mira.

This is where his hatred of Lance comes from; incidentally, Lance was the very person who shoved a stake through Mira’s heart and then proceeded to cut her head off, right in front of Nicolae. The vampire would have killed him there and then, had not the other vampires dragged him away from the scene, arms and legs flailing like a madman’s.

It is hard to relate most of his life after that, but somehow he had ended up in New York. From there, he built his base up again, and now lives with a very fragile peace pact between him and the Hunters. Very fragile.

Up for love? Yes, and he likes people of both genders, actually. Says they both have ‘interesting’ points.

Other: He always, always carries around a ceremonial dagger, which is apparently from way back before he was Turned.

Okay, so this is the first post. Just a little NPC-starter. Basically, it's the three "leaders" having a little meeting in the Headmistress's office. Feel free to do what you will with it.

Also. No more OOC (Out Of Character) posts from now on. Any new Profiles to the DT and please, please try to PM me or one of my co-mods, or post in the DT if you have questions or if there's a problem that needs to be dealt with. And Do Not Post In The SB Asking To Join. Post That In The DT!


Headmistress De Lorme | Headmistress’ Office - The Academy:

“This is not a good idea,” stated the werewolf, and Isra De Lorme scrunched up her face in slight disgust. Lance looked pissed off--and not because there was not one, but three vampires in the same room as him. Isra had a feeling that Lance felt...uncomfortable. She wouldn’t say that where he could hear her, though. The vampire, on the other hand... Isra eyed the child-like vampire standing off to her left. Nicolae was smiling, much to her horror. Thankfully, the Alpha hadn’t noticed it yet.

“That is enough!” the headmistress snapped. “I have had it with you two and the fighting. Shut it, now. The both of you, and listen to me.” She gave first the werewolf and then the vampire each a dark look. It clearly told them that this was her office, and that she expected them to behave. “Now. What was the problem again, Lance? You say your wolves have been going missing and often turning up dead?” She ignored Lance as he opened his mouth and turned on the vampire. “And you say your Fledglings have been turning up dead as well? And you both blame each other or my Academy.” She sniffed in disdain. “Well, I’m sorry to burst your bubble boys, but my students have also been turning up dead. I believe this is quite the problem now, isn’t it?”

“It does not make sense, Isra,” murmured the vampire with a faint frown that quickly vanished again. “There’s no reason for us to be fighting, and yet all we can do is fight...simply because those of ours have been turning up dead? Murdered, if you must.” He sighed. “I don’t like it.”

Isra sighed. “So it would seem. I don’t like it either.”

Lance grumbled something off to the side and all of those present turned to him. “I hate to say it, but I must agree.” He almost inclined his head, but saw the vampire watching him and growled at the Coven Leader instead. Nicolae snorted.

“Enough,” warned Isra as she sat down behind her desk. The pair eyed each other for a moment longer before Nicolae turned for the door. Isra frowned. “Where are you going?”

“I have a few things I must attend to, Headmistress,” the vampire threw over his shoulder as he left, his two lackeys following after him. That left the werewolf Alpha and his second standing in Isra’s office.

“Well?” she asked, and heard Lance sigh. The other werewolf in the room shifted slightly, uncomfortable. Isra glared at both of them. “You can leave my office, you know. Just don’t you dare go picking a fight with Nicolae’s coven again.”

Lance merely looked at her for a long moment. Isra glared back. She didn’t like having vampires or werewolves in her office any more than the werewolf liked being in the same room as a vampire, and the vampire liked being near Lance. Those two had...history. She hadn’t tried to find out what kind of history. It wasn’t any of her business anyway. Those two would savour that vendetta of theirs all they liked. She wasn’t going to step right into the middle of it.

Nicolae | Academy Grounds

To be honest, Nicolae wished he had something to attend to, but as it was, today happened to be a Saturday, and on Saturday you didn't have class. What was more, he had already gone through two-thirds of the girls in the school he was attending. None of them had interested him so far, and some of the boys, while they acknowledged that yes, Nick did look good, wouldn't go out with him unless he used his gifts on them.

Coercing people into dates was no fun.

"Oh look." A certain growl behind him told him it was his old nemesis, Montague. Nicolae was half-tempted to turn around and turn him into pillow covering. Too bad that was only possible during the full moon. "If it isn't our neigbouring vampire. What are you planning, I wonder?"

Nicolae turned around, a dangerous smile plastered onto his face. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know, Montague." His voice was soft, as always when he talked to the werewolf. It reminded him he wasn't allowed to get angry or kill the werewolf in question. "Perhaps I was simply contemplating the best way to tear out your throat."

"Watch it, bloodsucker." The other snarled. But before this could get any worse, Adrian and Isidor appeared, the former looking his typical mood--that is, out of sorts. Isidor waved back and smiled.

"Nicolae!" Isidor was pretty, like a girl, and had a lilting voice that could always uplift Nick's spirits. Unfortunately, Isidor was quieter of the two; a problem, as Adrian was prone to annoying Nicolae with his constant whining. "Shall we go back to the coven?"

Nick shrugged, ignoring the werewolf currently growling at him. He turned to the other vampire beside Isidor, contemplating whether he should talk to him or not. "Adrian, you look like you're in a bad mood."

"But of course." Isidor laughed. "He was bothering Sullivan before I had to pull him away to meet you. I expect he's not happy at not being able to finish it."

"Oh, bite yourself, Isidor." Adrian sniffled. "I was just having a little fun, what's the problem anyway?!"

"Now now." There were also times like this, when Adrian amused him awfully much. "What did I tell you, Adrian? No hurting the dhampir."

"All I was doing was just talking to her." He sniffled, but said no more. Nicolae smiled at him as a resigned father would a son, and slung his arms over both Isidor's and Adrian's shoulders, guiding them out of the academy. Behind him, the werewolf leader glared. Nicolae also glared back over his shoulder.

Some things would never change.

Name: Mella Winden
Age: Looks 15 truly is 20
Race: Faerie

Personality
Mella is a very hot Tempered when angry
She is caring and very loyal to friends, she will do anything to help them
She is trustworthy and sweet

Lance glared at the Nicolae as he walked from the room, mumbling every obscenity he knew. "Damn Vamp is lucky he's on neutral ground or I'd tear his head off." He turned and beckoned to his second to follow him. Walking through the many halls of Rousseua's, pictures of many of the more famous members on the wall. And as always, even in his heated anger, to see a portrait of Abraham Lincoln there, and he had spoken to the fellow many times before never suspecting he truly was a Vampire Hunter.

The door to Lance's office slammed open as he nearly kicked it in. He dropped into his chair behind his desk, holding his ehad in his hands, taking deep and slow calming breaths. As soon as he reined in his anger he looked up at Alec who took up his normal position by leaning up against the wall next to the door.

"So, what do we do now, sir?" Alec asked. The younger Werewolf pushed himself off the wall and paced the room like a cage animal. "Do we go and attack these fuckers? You know they're behind the murders of our pack mates."

Lance shook his head, logic and instinct making a confused mess in his head. It seemed so obvious that the members of his pack were being killed by Vampires. They were his species natural enemies and it was very rare for a human to even injure a werewolf. But it just didn't make since with the deaths appearing on the Vampires' side unless someone in the pack was hunting them without his permission.

"No," Lance finally said. Alec started to argue, but he was silenced quickly by a look from Lance. "There's not enough evidence that proves they did anything and I don't need to start back up the war with Nicolae and lose even more of us. Plus, we don't know how Isra will react if we just go out and killing the damned blood-suckers at random with this peace treaty intact."

"So what should we do?" Alec asked as he flopped down onto the leather chair in front of the desk. "You know the deceases' mates will cause an uproar when they hear you refuse to attack the Vampires."

"I know," Lance said, looking down at the floor. With a sigh, he heaved himself out of the chair. "Come on. We'll worry about this later. Right now there's a human gang leader trying push himself into our territory and we need to push back."

*I hope this is alright! Let me know if I have to make any changes, please, Candy!*

Cassandra Eve | Dorms (Second Floor) / Cafeteria (Ground Floor)

Cassandra woke up to the sound of her alarm ringing. She picked up the clock and looked at the time. 7:30 a.m. Why did I keep an alarm for a Saturday, again? she wondered. She looked down to see Orphelia lying curled up on her bed, sleeping.

Now she remembered why she'd gotten up so early. Somehow, looking at Orphelia always reminded her of what she had to do. She recalled the night before, when she had sneaked into the cafeteria and cast an Internal-Fungus Spell on the food. The reactions would be instant, and hilarious, and she wanted to witness them.

She got dressed, and took out her wand from her trunk, which she tucked into her pocket, and one of her spell books, which she carried in her arms. She left Orphelia on the bed, not wanting to disturb her. As usual, Orphelia would wake up on her own and come to the cafeteria anyway. Cass walked out of the dormitory, ran down the stairs to the Ground Floor and walked into the cafeteria, trying to look as innocent and calm as possible.

The cafeteria was a large room with lots of tables, like the usual school cafeteria, but the food that was served was far from normal. There were only two or three people inside, all of them sitting at different tables. One was reading a book, another seemed to be sleeping, and one of her fellow witches was practicing spells on an apple.

Cass took a seat across from the witch, and pulled out her wand and the spell book. She had a good view of the rest of the cafeteria from where she was sitting. She opened the book to a page and pretended to practice hand movements while watching the entrance of the cafeteria out of the corner of her eye.

A few minutes later, Orphelia bounded into the cafeteria and jumped onto Cass's lap. She curled up and lay there, sleeping.

By 8:15, most of the students had started pouring into the cafeteria. Cass watched as they got their trays of food and sat down at tables. The first person to react to her spell was a werewolf, who bit into an apple and swallowed. As soon as he did, his face began turning into a bright shade of green, and he looked sick.

A few people watched him, wide-eyed, and others who had also begun eating their food, turned green. In a few minutes, the cafeteria was filled with the sounds of people and creatures retching and coughing. Most of them were lying on the floor, clutching their stomachs, and others were eyeing their food suspiciously.

Cass giggled, but immediately stopped and turned pale when the headmistress walked in. Orphelia opened her eyes and looked up, and her eyes seemed to say the same thing that Cass was thinking.

Uh-oh. Busted.

**Sorry I haven't posted earlier!! Tell me if theres anything you want me to change. , do you mind if I start out at the club?**

Shyla Conners | Sanguinaire's club: waitrice

When your a vampire theres not much you can do, in my opinion. Nicolea gave me the waitrice spot at Sanguinaire's and I think I've been doing a pretty good job ever since I've quit the Academy.

I grabbed some glasses from behind the bar and each filled them with some kind of liquor I had no Idea really was a liquor until now. I added some ice and put it on the serving tray. I walked over to the table that ordered it. One boy, one girl and another boy. Since Sanguinaire's is usually a place for Supernaturals, like me. They were probrably elfs. Something like that.

I set the glasses with the strange liquor down. "Enjoy. If theres anything else you need, I'm Shyla." I smiled a fake smile and lost it right when I got back to the bar.

Great now a second order. I got out two glasses and filled them with some Pepsi. I'm guessing these people are probrably just here to dance or something. I filled it all the way to the top and carefully put it on the serving tray. I walked over to their table and set it down, slightly studying them. Warewolfs. I hate them. Why did Nicolea have to make this for All supernatrals? I swallowed and took a step back. "Enjoy. If theres anything else you need my names Shyla." I turned around and walked back to the bar. Just telling them my name was horrible. Oh well...I guess I'll have to deal with it.

My first post! I hope it's okay!

Cafeteria Entrance

Leonardo stood by the cafeteria door and beheld the amusingly grotesque scene before him: students, undead and human alike, were retching, clutching their stomachs or looking ill in general.
His trusty necklace hummed and guided him to the girl whom he guessed had committed the prank. She was of relatively average height, with a freckly face and brown hair tied in two ponytails. A cat was near her. It looked at Leonardo with bright, intelligent eyes, and he guessed it was probably a familiar.
However, the mishcevious-looking witch was apparently in trouble, as a formidable woman, probably the headmistress, bore down upon her.
"And just what do you think you're doing, young woman?!" she demanded, sternly.
The girl put on an angelic expression and tried to think up a conceivable scapegoat.
However, she was, apparently, going to be spared, as the headmistress now turned to face Leonardo, who stared back impassively.
"And who are you?" she asked "I didn't notice you come in"
Leonardo smiled evilly.
"You'll find, madam, that I can be most subtle when I wish" he said.
The headmistress's eyes widened, her nostrils flared.
"Wait, you're a daemon, aren't you?" she asked. "I haven't seen any of you in a long, long time"
Leonardo's smile widened.
"That I am, madam. I have come here because I know about the mysterious deaths that have been afflicting you recently, and I believe they concern me"
Now both the women were hooked.
"And what is that, exactly?" asked the headmistress. If the boy really was a daemon as she sensed, she thought, then perhaps he really did know something.
"Why, the deaths are obviously the work of demons" said Leonardo. "I can sense their magic everywhere"