Vampires & Slaves:The Next Generation(Started/ Closed)

Name: Olivia Anne Itae
Age: 21 (but is one of those girls who looks younger.)
Gender F (Very much Female.)
Social status: Blood-slave to Fox West.
Day/Night: Day. (Is afraid of the dark-and with good reason)
Appearance: Olivia is very petite- around 4'9” and of average build- not model thin but not fat- healthy. Her build and how she carries herself is feminine. She has Long auburn red hair with a light curl to it reaching to her midback- her large doe eyes are a deep green-gray and her pert nose is dotted with freckles.
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History: Olivia was raised in a conservative, christian, homeschooling home all her life. She is the middle child of seven and was the most even tempered of her siblings- the one who never raised concern for her parents or raised much notice by anyone. She was a happy child and moved quietly about her orbit of academics, activities and friends with the contented nature of someone who loved life. She graduated highschool- still a homeschooler- and got accepted into a well accredited collage- she was studying music- her gift and passion. Two years she attended the school and was happy. She was at the top of her class and already getting offers from other schools with higher programs-- then her life turned upside-down. One late night party with some friends at the local bar, one to many twisted lemon teas, and one dark and handsome stranger. Fox cornered her and manipulated her with his powers and she has been “his” ever since- Unwillingly his.
Up for love: Sure, she's straight and waiting for a prince charming to come rescure her from her personal “hell” as she likes to refer to it.
Other: Olivia is left handed and Dyslexic. She is very artsy and feminine. Her musical skills are for Piano and Voice- she was nicknamed Mozart by her classmates in collage.

"Last but not least, he has a modified AK-47 sniper rifle complete with seeker bullets." Not blind get rid of it.

I could, but I'm banned from this, am I not?

You have been reinstated.

Excellent. Thank you, MM, RF, and so on.

Name: Colleen Tremain
Age: 17
Gender: F
Social Status: A very quiet person who know one understands. Appearance make her seem weak but if she gets in battle her powers are extra strength. She barely sees anyone and no knows that much about her.
Night/Day: Night vampire
Appearance: Average hight of about 5' 3" Long black wavy hair light colored skin with brown eyes.
History: ?????????
Powers: Super Strength, Runs Faster than a bullet
Up for love?: nay
Other: No one ever suspects the quiet ones to be strong and dangerous

Dropping out, no one dare takes Kira.

Hey man any one gonna get this thing started or what?

Tomorrow, I'll start us off. After that, it's a free-for-all.

Good cause i`ve been anxiouse to start.

Spoiler

OK, gang. Let the games begin. Once I've posted, it's a free-for-all.

Jack Goldsmith

I roamed through the city as a gypsy would roam the world. My most recent of letters from Mr. N told me that this was the place where the legendary vampire King Fidelis resided for seven years before his reign began. Where his second and final fledgling was born and reborn, the last place both maker and fledgling went before parting ways and travelled the world their own way. I found myself in a place where the Legend of Fidelis had begun. My adoptive parents would've been proud.
As for my letters from Mr. N, I keep getting the feeling he was protective of me and leaves cryptic hints of his emotions and concerns. The biggest concern I ever got the impression of was Mr. N's protectiveness of my well-being. Whenever I questioned him about his concern for my being instead of his own, he replied to me that his own safety was the least of his worries and knows more about me that he was letting off. No matter how I put it with him, he had his way and I had to go with his intructions. I had to go with what Mr. N told me if I was going to live long.
I returned to the apartment and sat there in a private pottery room, keeping myself in touch with the legend itself. As I put my things away, I let my mind wander off to my adoptive parents. Five years with a kind vampire couple had made me wonder why they took me in and never touch my blood. My adoptive father called me a mortal with very special blood, one in every century. After a while of thinking, I went to the desk and began writing to my adoptive parents with blue ink by use of a quil.
Mama and Papa,
It's been three years since I heard from you and I miss you sorely. I know that you knew that day would come, but it kills me to leave you. After all the kindness you gave me during my stay with you, I wist I'd stay with you instead of leaving.
Papa, you were right. The Legend of Fidelis did start in Egypt, where Fidelis himself first began. I've visited a museum the other day and saw many of the legendary vampire King's handiwork on display. I know for a fact from you that he was a master of his trade, so I took the time to study them in your view. I thank you for teaching me pottery, since I had the knack for it.
Mama, look after Papa for me. I'll never forget you both. You mean the world to me, like you were my real parents.
With undying love, your son,
Jack
Just as I was taught, I sent the letter to the wind, knowing my adoptive parents would retrieve it.

Ezmeralda Xhadow
A lone girl drifts down a narrow alleyway, her gaze wanders towards the shadows every time a she supposedly hears a noise from the inky blackness. She hugs herself tightly as she quickens her pace, looking around frantically. A pair of hands reaches out and grabs hold of the girl, the man sneers as he pins her against the wall and laughs menacingly.
"Don't worry this won't hurt." he coos to her then brushes his fangs across her neck. A gun shot suddenly rings out and the man inhales sharply.
"Don't worry you'll be ashes soon." The girl growls at him then pushes him back and down to the ground. She watches as he crumbles to a human form of ashes then she steps right through them and out of sight.

Lucian Blackfang

I sighed, drumming my fingers on the cold marble banister overlooking the woods that cloistered the Tribunal HQ - my HQ.

Here, away from the city noises, the bustle of the cars and shouts of the people, I could almost believe my life was as orderly and peaceful as the scenery below. I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the dew-stained grass and the wildflowers. Plus somebody had started to play haunting, ethereal flute music... probably one of our overenthusiastic novices. If only this moment had lasted slightly longer, I could have been content, just once.

"Sir." Ah. There was the inevitable interruption I was expecting.

"What is it, James?" I asked my secretary, running a hand through my hair and adjusting my tie.

"One of the Vampire Hunters just murdered a vampire. The legal circumstances were somewhat shaky. Xshadow."

I groaned. Not her again. Most of my troubles in the past months were because of her recklessness.

"Have her brought to me as soon as possible." I moved into my office, James shutting the sliding glass windows softly behind me. I sat at my desk heavily, shuffling a stack of paper and arranging another into a more orderly fashion.

"Yes, sir," said James, and made his way out via the secret passage. "Oh," he added, almost as an afterthought. "Our spies report the Machine is back in town"

Kira Nemesis

I sit up in my chamabers that were once my mothers, putting on the finishing touches of my make up as I dressed as royalty. I wore a long black skirt that came down around my calfs. With a red blouse and a black shirt on, I turned and looked out the window as the sun had just finished setting in the distance. I leave out of my room as I go to my blood slaves room to feed, I had just awoken after a long night of pleasure, I soon begin to feed from my slave thinking of all the work that had to be done today. Once I was done, I left as another servant comes to my side reporting a whole bunch of different jobs that I just didn't want to hear right now, god if this was mom's job I hated it then. I didn't have a king to help me balance all the work.

"King." I say in a whisper to myself.

I needed a husband, not just to balance work, but someone to wake up to in bed or even give me a child, I breathed deeply as I finally sat down in my throne as people came into the castle to address there problems just granting everything as needed as my thoughts return to picking a husband, I would have to send a latter to dad sooner or later.

Fox

I strode through the palace, my leather jacket kept around my broad shoulders. I made my way towards princess Nemesis' chambers. We've always been friends, though I don't understand why Me, of all people would have to guard her. I passed by a woman. I tilted down my shades and winked at her as she gigged and kept walking. I laughed to myself, finally getting to the princess' chambers. I remembered about how when I was awake, Olivia was always asleep. I sighed, my thirst growing and knocked on the princess' door.

She wasn't there. She must've left to feed. I sighed and waited, my thirst growing larger and larger. I couldn't stand it any longer. I made my way out of her chambers and to Olivia's room and knocked on her door instead. "Olivia! I'm thirsty!" I said, banging on it once more.