Nestled into the Umpqua Forest, Eugene, Oregon is a very busy college town that bustles about 24/7. A very rainy urban oasis in the middle of dense green forest. Within this town, among the unsuspecting human race, live vampires, just like anywhere else in the world. Currently staying on the Northern outskirts are a coven of governing vampires dedicated to the keeping of the Code. The Code is the vampire law that all vampires must abide. Of course, there are delinquents.
Live as a vampire or human in the world of Ashen Nights. Abide by the Code or break it and face the consequences. Create your own coven or your own empire... For the vampire, the whole world is a playground.
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The Andaire Coven « Thread Started on Jun 8, 2008, 2:09pm »
Out of Character- Name: Brittany Age: 21 Gender: Female Location: Eugene, Oregon Misc: Admin of the site I'm a no-mercy sort of person. If you waste my time then you are scum. I received this attitude working in the damned food service/customer service industry for the past two years; working with and serving idiots. I am very patient, if you deserve it. I am very tolerant, if you deserve it. If you give me the time of day then I will give you my entire night trying to help you. I am loyal to my friends, though I am an aries. A very typical aries. I like to be the leader of things and I hold grudges. I'll listen to other's imput but I probably will not act on it. If things do not go the right way the first time. I am often very agitated.
On the other side of the moon... I am very kind. I love my friends feircely and will stand up to a speeding bullet for them. If my friends say something rude, I get hurt easily. Unlike a stranger's rude comment, which they are lucky I am short and not a real vampire (or am I?)
I am ...gothic, in a way. I guess. The picture of Aislinn is actually a picture of me about four years ago. My hair is a lot shorter then, and not red. (I modified it for the character, if you want to see real pictures ask me.)
I am a writer and an artist. I am currently working on the first installation of my own vampire novel series which I plan to publish (in hardback) within two-five years. Here, you have a chance to roleplay with some of the characters from my book.
In Character-
My poor attempt at trying to edit this picture to make him look albino.
Name: Aries Andaire (an DARE-uh) Nicknames: Aries, Andaire, Air, Mr./Dr./Prof. A. Anything that has "king" in it irritates him, so think twice about that if you are looking for respect. Age: 30,000 years Gender: Male Status: Vampire Personality:I am a deep thinker and a man of few spoken words. I love my coven. There is nothing more important to me then the core of vampires that make my life whole. When I can learn to not be so uptight around company, I love to have fun and joke around. I am very patient and good-humored but do not anger me. It will take quite a bit to anger me but I can hold a grudge... and your broken limbs in my hands. I like to try to stay calm through any situation but of course, not every situation will allow that. Until then, I will try to remain peaceful if possible. Appearance: I can appear to look age 17 or age 27 depending on how I feel about it. Usually it is somewhere in the middle of the two. My most striking trait is that I am albino. This means I carry no color on my body. My hair, my skin, my lips... they are all a snow white. My irises are burgandy. Oddly enough, my features are strangly handsome. I am about 6' 2". My white hair is just long enough to fall into my eyes. I either wear it this way or slicked back. I am lean but broad-shouldered and tightly muscled. Agility and suppleness are my physicial attributes, not brute strength. I have an odd array of attire. Sometimes I appear in slacks and a button up shirt, something quite formal. Other times I can appear in a tank top and dance pants... something quite confortable. Or hooded robes... 90% of my clothes are black. I like the striking contrast of the color against my skin. I have an accent in my strong, smooth voice. It is roughly Irish but the tenor of an older tongue, of a deeper language, overshadows it. Starting at my neck and going below, I am covered with scars of past vampire wars. Only venom can scar vampire flesh, all my wounds are bite marks. They are thin white marks that criss-cross and overlap. They go down my back and my chest, they cover my arms. I normally keep a jacket with me or wear a long sleeved shirt when I go out in public. I have used the excuse "got caught in barbed wire when I was a kid" to a curious human once. History: ...you'll have to ask me. Hobbies: Perhaps some other time? Misc: -I was born on an Island off the West coast of Ireland. -I like cars. My personal cars include the Lotus Elise Sport 160 and Audi A5/S5. -Aislinn loves me in a way I don't love her. She wants a deeper realtionship. But I have never, in all my years, experienced true love. I love her as if she were my sister or child. I cannot see her as more than that. -It is not that I do not like Leo. Leo is an irreplacable member of my family. But our relationship is like that of a lion's pride. I, being king of that pride will tolerate to an extent a pushy young male in the group. But step the wrong way and I will put him in his place. He forgets how to respect.
Name: Aislinn Andaire (Ash-ling, an DARE-uh) Nicknames: Ash Age: 3000 Gender: Female Status: Vampire Personality: I love my family and do my best to mother and nurture them. Even if they can find it annoying. I am their shoulder to cry on and I know that they know that. I am strong willed, and stubborn, but I love to give hugs. I am feisty, though. The human years I had spent as a tribal warrior as made me strong and an asset in battle. Appearance: I am perminately twenty-four years old. My green eyes and very thick curly dark red hair (that extends past my butt) tips me off as very cliche Irish, and I am. I am the shortest in my coven at 4'9". I have a very heavy Irish accent. My body type is very curvy with a tiny waist and wide hips. I somtimes accent that tiny waist with a corset. I like wearing V-neck T-shirts and long flowing skirts. History: I was moving withthe rest of the band of the tibal warriors I was in. There was another tribe moving in from the North, threatoning to attack my tribe. All the warriors had prepared and gathered for an ambush offensive. I had met a very white man as we moved, he was traveling alone and I approached him in effect of our offense, not wanting to allow the other tibe to slip through our fingers. When he spoke, his words were... beautiful. He spoke with an accent that was mainly Irish, but had an air of... mysteriousness in it. It captivated me. I tried to convice him to aid us. I used my visual judgement of his body to aid my reasoning. Really, I just did not want to lose sight of him, in fear of losing my heart too. An old wive's tale swam through my head, love at first sight. Eventually he agreed he would help if it seemed we would lose. Of course he stepped in and he was glorious on the battle field. I was head over heels. He returned with us and stayed for a while. Every few phases of the moon he would leave for a while, then return. Eventually I got too curious and followed him. It took me a while to catch up to him, he moved fast, too fast. But then I saw him watching the next village. He wasn't just watching, he was prowling I do not think he realised I was so close... until I was too close. There was a horrible, searing burning pain at the pulse on my neck. The way he held me, I felt my bones snap. I did not understand, I never really paid attention to how sharp-looking his teeth were. I met a lot of odd characters in my time before them. And until then, I have never felt such pain before. Even in battle, the wounds I had received... No, his kiss on my neck was indescribably painful, it dulled the pain of my shattered body. But then he let go... and he ran. Ran with me in his arms. I thought I was dead, I never experienced this speed before. But then I heared him murmur apologies. He held me in a way that my broken body felt no pain, except for the pain of the venom of his saliva... Time passed unknown to me. The next thing I was... a vampire. Hobbies: - I enjoy singing and dancing. I am often found singing some random tune while swinging my hips to the beat. - Long hikes alone are great to help calm my worries. Misc: I have truley loved Aries since the very first day I laid my eyes on him. I remember that day vividly. He does not share the same feelings toward me. On rare occasions I can get him to succomb to more sensual activities... but he still doesn't return the love I feel for him. Regardless of what happens in bed.
Name: Emily May Nicholina-Andaire Nicknames: Em, Ems, Emmy Age: 438 Gender: Female Status: Vampire Personality: Though I was never always this way, I am very quiet and very reserved. I am timid and fearful of most situations. Especially of vampires I do not know. When I am not with Aries, or the rest of my loving family, I feel very unsafe... I cannot survive without them. I hang out in the background of things, avoiding spotlight and attention. I hardly ever speak. Strangers never hear me speak. There are those that I feel more confortable speaking around than others. Aries and Vivian, for examle, are easy for me to talk to. Appearance: I am 5'3" and average looking. The way I hold myself, the way I slightly hunch my shoulders, signals my timid personallity. I have moussy brown straight hair that falls to the middle of my back. I have brown eyes. I very much enjoy wearing the clothing of my human era. Authentic corset-style dresses make up the majority of my wardrobe. I was turned when I was twenty-two years old, but I look sixteen and breakable. History: When I was human, I was strong. When I was human, I was brave and my actions went unthinking. When I was human I was a hand-maiden in Queen Elizabeth I's court. I loved my life. It was nothing but un-ladylike gossip, expensive dresses and large parties. The Queen and my comrads, the other maidens, were a pack of unbreakable friends. We all stuck together as if we were all sewn together at the hip. I spent eight years at the Queen's side... When a male member of the court caught my attention.
The Queen, the virgin Queen, should not know about my little... adventures. And I did not love this man... Eventually I let slip to the Queen of my playtimes. I did not give her full detail of my deeds. And she wallowed in them. She wanted to know every little story of what she could not have but desperately wanted. Until I received her mot potent desire. I woke up one morning, vomiting. I knew then that I was with child. I did not tell the Queen that this man I did not love and I were sexual. How could I hide this from the Queen? Serving the Queen was my life. I could never ask for more! She took such great care of us, her maidens, and now I betrayed her. I betrayed her hand as she set the law that ladies of the court are not to marry without her permission, let alone be with child.
So I stole a vile of something aweful from the fabric dye rooms. Arsenic. I thought maybe, just maybe, if I took a small dose. A very small amount of the poison I could lose the child. And I was right. The poison made me sick. The poison was painful... I lost the child... but I did not recover. I was weak from bleeding. When the Queen found of what I was trying to do she discharged me from her court. She had me thrown out, even as I was dying. And all I wanted, all I ever lived for was torn from me. I watched the wound rip wide open as the big wooden doors of the magical world of her fortress closed in front of my eyes.
I dragged myself to the shadows, the sun was going down. I was cold. I was weak. I wept. But I was not alone. I felt a cold hand on my forehead. I had not realised I had fallen onto my side. The world was falling in and out of my eyes. My vision was going dark. And I heard a strange unfamilier tongue. It was a woman's voice. I could hear that her accent was not the accent I know. "Andaire!" The voice says, her voice no louder than a quiet conversation. I thought she was speaking to me. So I forced my tired eyes open again. The short beautiful and pale woman was staring at me with fear and concern in her eyes. She touched my forehead again, her cold hands were a little frightening at first. But the help to steady my slipping away, and it felt good.
The I caught sight of the one she was speaking to. He was walking forward... he was deffinately frightening! I never seen a man so... white. His eyes, they glowed red. This was surely a demon! I tried to scream, but I had no strength to. I tried to struggle as I next found myself in his arms, but I was simply too weak. The female, she held my hand. I fell asleep.
The very next thing I felt was a pain so emmense I never thought a pain like this existed. It started at my neck, the stabbing piercing pain pulsing through my body. There was a horrible ache in my chest, was my heart stopping? That ache also came from my arms... Was my pulse slowing? It felt as if I were tossed into a vat of razor-sharp glass shards. When the pain finally subsided I realized I was in the middle of the woods. And I was not alone. The woman and the color-less man (except for his eyes) sat talking just a couple trees away. I tried to sit up, but my head swam. And I was thirsty. I noticed we were next to a stream... I ran to it. I must still be woozy, I felt like I moved much too fast. I drank the water. I drank and drank and drank and became more and more frusterated when the painfully dry ache in my throat would not be quenched...
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I could tell it was cold, but it did not bother me. I turned, I was soaked in water that should have been freezing. But did not feel as such to me. The woman was standing behind the man with red eyes that had his hand on me. She spoke first. "First, I will intoduce myself as Aislinn and this is Andaire... Aries." They then told me about what I have become, and I have been an "Andaire" ever since. Hobbies: - I am an expert seamstress. I make all my own renaissance-style clothing to the exact patterns I learned when I was human. Misc: -Vivian likes me more than just a friend. I believe she has a crush on me. I do not mind. After what happened in my former life, I do not concider men.
Name: Vivian Maxie Ann Miller-Andaire Nicknames: Viv, V, Max (if you really know her. Call her Maxie and she'll turn you inside-out.) Age: 166 Gender: Female Status: Vampire Personality: I am strong and fiercly loyal to those who are my allies, friends, and loves. I do not like to be messed around with and sometimes I do things physically before I think them through. I love loud music and strange fashions. I like to dance, club, and I can be loud. I am strong-headed, but whatever Aries says, goes. He's like my father, brother, and best friend. Though I do have a tendency to let things slip. I am not as bothered by what I am in public, because I love what I am. Appearance: I have jet black thick straight hair. It comes down to just my shoulders and I usually wear it up. I have an angular face, with high cheekbones and full lips. I was once called by my brother Leo as looking like the "typical hollywood vampire" by having such pallid skin and the black hair to contrast. My nicely-size fangs are a dead give away too. I am tall, about 5'7" and my muscles are very well toned. I look like I've done aerobics since I was born, I guess. I am quick, agile, and observant. I look it. I wear clothing that will not hinder my ability to move, but not skimping on the high-fashion part. I dress, fetish-style... you could say. I am forever twenty-four years old. History: I was walking to the market one hapless day. It was just another sunny day in Victorian era America. I wore the highest fashions available and relished them. I loved being the one talked about when walking down the street, my hat secure and gloves in place. I was the daughter of the richest businessman of the town and that afforded me my rediculous wardrobe. I reached the market and spent a few hours there gathering food and wears to bring back home. That is when I saw her. Absolutly the most beautiful woman to grace the earth my eyes. Her extreamly pale skin and thin figure accentuated to hourglass form by her equally stunning dress... she stood in the shadows. I was not the only one who noticed her. She was being harrassed by a group of swarthy men, dirty from riding in the country. They all had guns on their belts. It looked as if she was looking for someone and these men had cornered her. She fought back... timidly. The harrassment turned nearly violent and I was appalled. I walked down there, my strut noted that I was on a mission. "Hey there! What is the problem?" I nearly spat at them, but as they turned around shock on their faces to see a woman standing up to them. Here, standing next to them, I too was in the shadows. How was I to know that the woman I was trying to save from rape was comepletely able to take care of herself, I never heard of such things as vampires? One of the men turned to smile at me, thinking it was posse's lucky day. Two woman instead of one. Another one pistol-whiped me and I fell to the ground. Spitting blood all over my dress. The things I bought went everywhere... and the girl I was standing up for was growling. I looked up, and her frightenly sharp-looking teeth where bared. Her back was hunched slightly, as if she was getting ready to pounce. She also looked ambivalent. I learned later that I was lucky that Emily hadn't killed me then, bless her. She grabbed me and dragged me into the alley of which we were currently residing in the mouth of. The men followed her, I lost conciousness.
I heard the girl's voice. Her accent was English. She sounded like she was pleading her case. And another female voice, an Irish one, was on her side. A male voice spoke. It sounded roughly Irish, but it was darker, less whiney and it made my hair stand on end. It sounded rushed and irritated. But I could not figure out what they were saying. But that did not matter anymore because the pain that followed was... indescribable. I couldn't understand it. I couldn't understand my own thoughts. I heard myself say "kill me," "mercy me," over and over again with no concious command of my voice to say such things. It took me six days to become what I am. Six days of that pain. I learned later that is was because my human body was too strong, it fought against the poison Aries put in my veins. But I learned to adapt and even love what I am. Hobbies: I like to listen to most types of music. Often strong bass beats could be heard comming from my room. I am a martial arts expert, trained and skilled assassin of vampires. So I like to spend a lot of my time sparring with Aries. So far, he's the only one I found to match my skills. Misc: I love Emily. Not in the friendship type way, much deeper than that. Yes, every now and then I see someone I swoon over. But Emily is my rock. And to Emily's slight irriation, I can't sometimes lep but pounce on the opportunity to seduce Aries every now and then.
Name: Evelyn Carol Stockard-Andaire Nicknames: Eve, Ev Age: 73 (since change) Gender: Status: Vampire Personality: I am arrogant, concided, if I don't get my way I get mad. To put it simply, I'm a bitch. I was this way when I was human. Always wanting to be the center of attention, always wanting to be the star of the show. If things don't go my way, throw a tantrum. I am still a young vampire, the thirst rages within me with little control. This amplifies my... personality. I am short-tempered and easily offended. Though, I do not like to get my hands dirty with fighting, I will, if I think it will help prove my case. Appearance: Glamor and elegance is how I get to describe myself. My nose is always stuck in a Vogue magazine, looking for the next in fashion. My short golden hair waives, cut in a slightly elongated bob. My body is thin, portraying no real strength that the eye can see. My dark brown eyes are depth-less. I am 5'6" and look forever twenty-four. History: After I was pushed from foster home to foster home, never having the privledges I do now... money wise. I was absolutly infatuated with the stage. To have my name in lights, to have everybody know who I am. To have a chance to go to Hollywood (my ultimate goal at the time)... That was my dream. I wanted the spotlight, the center of attention. I was doing fairly well, too. Broadway was my current act. I lived in New York at the time, had a shabby aparment down some way-ward street not too far away. Long story short, I was walking home after rehearsal ran late, too late, one night. It was 1935, it was getting cold outside. All the streetlamps were on, and I was being hunted. I did not know this, not until I was snatched off the sidewalk and found myself in a dead-end allyway. I felt my ribs crush with his pressure. I remembered reading in the news paper about serial killer loose. But that was on the othe side of the city! I screamed. At the top of my lungs I screamed. It sounded a bit hoarse. I had been reciting lines and singing songs all day. My adrenaline must have slowed things down for me. Because he attacked me, I screamed, and others entered the allyway all at once.
The man holding me against the wall was still, though, as the other's entered. There were four silloettes against the light of the street lamp. Three distinctly female, the other one male. The male spoke in some foreign accent. "Put her down, Manuel, you got our attention." Manuel, I guess that was my attackers name, said something in a language I did not understand and dropped me. There was a strange battle that followed. These people moved strangely. They were not the fights I had seen between men in caberets, a little too tipsy for their own good, swinging punches wildly without much success. No, these men moved animal like, growling and hissing at each other to add to the effect. Snarls ripped from them, and the three females that stood there at the mouth of the dead-end street were down to two. The shortest one was missing. It startled me to find that she was sitting next to me, a horrified expression on her face. The adrenaline subsided for a minute, and the pain I felt from my chest was horrendous. I realised I was trying to gasp for breath, my lungs felt too sight. I hoped that this would not ruin my acting career, I needed a good set of lungs to sing, to dance, to project...
One of the fighting men fell. He layed in a useless lump on the ground, was he missing his head? The short woman with crazy curly hair spoke. "Aries, we need to help this one." It looked as if the man, which I saw was extreamly pale, even in the shadows, shook his head. I ws shocked.
"You're going to leave me here?" I lost a few words at the end. I was still gasping for air through the pain of my chest. "Aries, her chest is crushed! Her lungs have collapsed. She will die, even if we took her to the hospital, her body is too far broken." "No." His one very stern word enraged me. "FIX ME!" I yelled, the best I could muster with all my pain. "Aries, please." The one sitting next to me said. She lifted my wrist, feeling my pulse I guess. The pale male lifted me, black spots entered my vision. The next thing I knew I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I had been laid on a bed, and I was in total agony. They did not fix me, they tortured me. I had fallen into the hands of sick, insane people. For two days I laid there, screaming... I had not noticed I was not alone the whole time until I became coherent... when the pain subsided. And I was maddenly thirsty... Hobbies: I spend a lot of my time looking at magazines and watching entertainment news. I also like watching TMC, especially the movies that are from around my time. Misc: I count my age from the time I was turned into a vampire, since a rocky human past leads me to forget my real birthday. Leo and I are in an intimate relationship.
I have one more character to finish. I will do them later.
Nestled into the Umpqua Forest, Eugene, Oregon is a very busy college town that bustles about 24/7. A very rainy urban oasis in the middle of dense green forest. Within this town, among the unsuspecting human race, live vampires, just like anywhere else in the world. Currently staying on the Northern outskirts are a coven of governing vampires dedicated to the keeping of the Code. The Code is the vampire law that all vampires must abide. Of course, there are delinquents.
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