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[Ophelia Van Koehn]

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[Ophelia Van Koehn]

Species: H U M A N

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Full Name: Jonas Childer
Nickname(s):
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Occupation: Struggling Writer
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single

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Jonas likes to wear nice button up shirts and suit jackets with an old pair of comfortable jeans. His footwear is a pair of really old red converse. He has been fortunate enough to have had those things since high school. Jonas considers them his good luck charms and wears them when he writes. He keeps an extra pair of new red converse around so he can wear those instead of risking the chance of killing his lucky pair.

Now, Jonas’ hair is a hopeless subject. It is bed head hair and nothing else. When thinking, he runs his hands through it and pulls at it till it sticks up at all different angles. Not that he cares though. Nah, he looks what he looks like and there’s nothing he really cares to do to change it.

o t h e r s t u f f

Likes:

• BIC pens
  
• libraries
  
• writing
  
• college rule paper
  
• sci-fi

Dislikes:

• getting smudges on his hand/papers
  
• overly large sunglasses
  
• never getting the girl
  
• large social events
  
• jerks

Ambition(s):To become a screenwriter
Fear(s):He will never find someone and his life will always be filled with the role of being the best friend
Flaws:Jonas can try too hard, he wants to be accepted and wants to just feel wanted and so he may agree with you but then have to correct his statement. He also has major problems with girls. He gets super nervous and stammers a lot around any girl. They always find it cute and then they become friends. It may seem like nothing but a flaw that Jonas has is he chews on the end of his pens. The poor man can’t help it. Then the final flaw, is Jonas falls to easily.

p e r s o n a l i t y

Jonas is an introverted nerd. He prefers to be by himself rather than people. He doesn’t do this because of a dislike for people, on the contrary, Jonas loves people. He would like to hang round people but his is too nervous and shy to socialize much.

Jonas is a secret and completely hopeless romantic. His nervous antics make girls love to be friends with him but the bad part of that is he falls easily and hard. The second bad part of this is the girls never fall back. They somehow end up with a total jerk and Jonas is forced to deal with the tremendous pain which in the end only makes him more shy.

h i s t o r y

Jonas led a pretty normal childhood. He was born to a loving mom and dad. He was an only child, it was a miracle that his mother conceived him in the first place. She was supposed to not be able to have kids which was a great disappointment for her, but she was lucky and got him. His life wasn’t perfect, his parents fought, he was teased, things like that but his life held no major tragedy. So what happened? Well fate decided since it allowed him an okay childhood, he couldn’t have an okay adult life.

An aspiring writer, Jonas left his parents after college, where he majored in writing, and began to travel and turn in his work to many publishers. Unfortunately he hasn’t gotten his break yet. To afford to live, Jonas gets small gigs in writing like doing a script or writing an article for a newspaper or magazine here and there while he waits for his break through. It’s not that his work isn’t good it just lacks something. His work seems…heartless almost. It’s all about girls leaving behind a good guy for the bad which is pretty much his life.

For some reason, girls love to befriend him. They meet him and instantly take a liking to him. Unfortunately, Jonas doesn’t befriend back. He usually ends up falling for them and falling hard. Of course, Fate remembers his okay childhood and so makes it so the girls he falls for never fall back. They always find some jerk and fall madly in love. Poor Jonas gets very sad and leaves town after such a things happens. That’s how he got to Dawson. Let’s hope this doesn’t happen again…

Other: None

R P p r e v i e w

Jonas paced back and forth outside the door of apartment number 24B. He was dressed hastily in a wrinkly button up shirt of grey material, with jeans on, and his hair pointing at dangerous angles. He was muttering to himself, rehearsing lines almost. He would think that one was good enough walk up to the door and loose his nerve then go back to thinking up better lines.

Stopping suddenly, Jonas let out an aggravated growl and grabbed at his hair. He swung around to face the door. His writer’s imagination made the scene look like a beautiful heroic piece, the dashing hero (himself of course) was just about to dash into the apartment and sweep the girl of his dreams off her feet and they would rush away happily ever after.

His eyebrow quirked up as he glared hard at the peeling paint on the door. The voice inside Jonas’ head was yelling at him and demanding that he do exactly like he would have the hero do. Just walk in the door. He wanted to but for some reason his feet would not move. Damn the infernal things!

To an outsider the stare down of the crazy looking man at the door would have been an odd sight. Just when Jonas thought he would never be able to do it, his feet brought him rapidly to the door and he flung it open. ”Hilary! I need to tell you, I-“ Jonas stopped suddenly. His best friend Hilary jumped up off the couch from where she had been kissing another man. Jonas’ jaw dropped. How could this be. This wasn’t right! Cut! Order a rewrite for the script. Jonas was supposed to be able to win this girl over. The man and Hilary stared at Jonas. Jonas stared back. As suddenly as he burst in, he wheeled around and exited the door. He practically sprinted down the stairs. Tears pricked at his eyes, he was supposed to get the girl this time. Why did this always happen?

Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who? No

[Ophelia Van Koehn]

Species: Vampire

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Full Name: Isolde Marie Van Helsing
Nickname(s): None
Gender: Female
Age: Appears to be 24
Occupation: Wolf Hunter and Vagabond
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single and loving it

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Similar to her ancestors of over a century ago, Isolde could care less whether or not she wears skirts. To be truthful, she mostly prefers the freedom of jeans and a t-shirt to anything else. She can often be seen wearing a dark-blue hoodie over a black t-shirt with dark jeans, a black leather belt, and matching black boots.

Mostly, she lets her hair stay down, but when she is facing a werewolf or something similar, she ties it back in a tight ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. While she needs few weapons besides her vampiric gifts, she still carries a handgun at all times with a collection of silver bullets to use on any werewolves that she might come across in her wanderings.

o t h e r s t u f f

Likes:

• Being alone
  
• A good book
  
• Learning about her family history
  
• Other vampires (mostly)
  
• Cold nights

Dislikes:

• Werewolves. There are no exceptions to this
  
• Flirtatious men
  
• Having to prove her ability in a fight merely because she is a woman
  
• Anything that can kill her
  
• Being hunted

Ambition(s): To rid the world of werewolves and to find her Soul Mate, if he is out there somewhere.
Fear(s): Garlic, Holy Water, the sun, etc. Werewolves only scare her when they are in their wolf form.
Flaws: Haughty- great pride in oneself and disdain, contempt, or scorn for others
Arrogant- full of or due to unwarranted pride and self-importance
Self-righteous- filled with a conviction of being morally superior, or more righteous than others

p e r s o n a l i t y

A very cold and distant individual, Isolde is a loner at heart, though a part of her longs to find the Soul Mate that she hopes is waiting somewhere for her. She hates the company of others and is often to be found alone or hiding. Her more haughty nature is shown in how aloof she is from others, as well as how arrogant she tends to be. As a vampire, Isolde attempts to distance herself from all other races by not showing any emotions to them. This usually tips people off to not mess with her, but not all people are so intelligent.
Her temper is very volatile, which is rather surprising how little emotions she allows to show when she is among people. If someone makes a wrong move towards her, they will often find themselves in a situation that involves threats of physical pain or worse. There have been a few cases where she has gone through with these threats, which only solidifies the rumors that she is not to be messed with.

h i s t o r y
Born to a small family in Pennsylvania, Isolde was always different from other children. She was aware of strange and dangerous things in the darkness that no one else wanted to admit existed. As a descendant of the famous Dr. Abraham Van Helsing, Isolde was more likely to believe in creatures such as vampires and werewolves. Growing up in Pennsylvania, she was always too curious for her own good. It would later destroy her.

Her curiosity carried her through her education, making her so determined to learn that she was willing to risk anything to get highest marks. She graduated High School as valedictorian and entered Harvard in the hopes of becoming a doctor, much like her ancestor.

When she had entered college, she hid her belief in vampires for fear of being mocked. As a future doctor--it must run in the family--she didn't want any blemishes on her record. That being the case, she clammed up whenever someone mentioned the paranormal or supernatural. If anyone wanted her to speak about it, they would have to get her very, very drunk. Entering medical school, she continued to keep her belief in the supernatural to herself. That was when she met a young man named Sanderson. He never told her a different name, and she was instantly attracted to the mystery that surrounded him. She wanted to know more about him, and her curiosity would be her ruin.

Sanderson turned out to be a vampire, and he thought that Isolde would make a very charming mate for him. That being the case, he turned her into a vampire, like he was. Isolde hated him for what he did and killed him herself. She tried to kill herself, but failed miserably. Some part of her just couldn't end her life in this way. As she had no other choice, she accepted what she was and began to hunt werewolves. They were naturally repulsive to Isolde, who knew every legend and had hated the wolves since her childhood.

Her hunting has recently brought her to Dawson, and she is seeking either a Soul Mate or death, whichever comes first.


Other: She's half-Dutch by birth

R P p r e v i e w
Isolde Van Helsing sat looking around her at the sickening examples of humanity. It was a little stupid for her to be in a night club surrounded by men who all wanted only one thing, but Isolde could care less right now. Her inner demon needed to be sated tonight, or else she would enter the phase of bloodlust that she hated so much. Might as well attempt some seduction while she was at it. Spotting a very strong looking male, a wicked smile crossed her lips as she stood, swaying her hips ever so slightly. The male in question spotted her and licked his lips in approval. Perfect.

Smiling coyly at her newest victim, Isolde motioned for him to fallow her outside. Once there, she leaned casually against the wall of the nightclub, her smile turning almost feral as she watched the man approach her hungrily. He may be hungry in that sense, but Isolde was truly hungry and he had very strong blood. That and he smelled very appealing. She would dine well tonight, for once. It had been so long since she had been able to drink from a strong human, and she had not been able to have a decent meal in too long. Yes, she had fed enough to keep herself alive, but it was not the same as a very good meal.

Beckoning for her victim to draw towards her, she parted her lips invitingly and purred in satisfaction when the man drew closer. Teasingly trailing her hands up his arms, she pulled his head down towards her as if she would kiss him, but instead her lips found his pulse point and she bit down sharply. The warm, coppery liquid flowed into her mouth and she drained the man completely before dropping him unceremoniously to the ground. Wiping her lips daintily, she wrinkled her nose in disgust and shook her head.

"This is why I avoid men," she sneered. "You are all so predictable. Sex, sex, money, sex, drinking and drugs." Kicking the corpse of her victim sharply, she turned and disappeared into the shadows of the alleyway. Might as well make her escape before her victim was missed by his friends.


Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who? No

[Ophelia Van Koehn]

Species: Human, Hunter

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Full Name: Mary Leen Horrible
Nickname(s): Doctor Horrible; Slayer; Weirdo, Nerd, etc.
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Occupation: Hunter and Genetic Scientist
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single; and is to shy

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Mary is hardly the kind of girl you'll see running around the streets in heals and a designer dress. No, she's far from the clean cut sort of dressed girl that you'd think she'd be. It's true that Mary does have her moments of that flirty dress style, but she doesn't come by it often. Mary is a girl of shy occupation and is practically screaming nerd when you see her on the streets. Mary wears sweaters most of the time because the weather isn't always it's greatest and she's always cold. She usually wears long skirts or oddly colored pants, never really a pair of jeans less the occasion calls for it. She wears her hair down most of the time and has a pair of glasses that find their way on her face. Not that she needs them she wears them so she can see better. But they're slowly destroying her sight. When it comes to 'dressing nice' there are no cocktail dresses or anything, she merely wears a nice button up shirt and a pair of black slacks. Simple as that.

As a Hunter, she prefers to keep her life and her hobby separate. When under cover as Doctor Horrible she curls up those red locks and slips on a brown wig, because red hair doesn't exactly hide well in the dark. Clothing wise she tends to wear black, usually dive suits or some sort of leather attire so she can move swiftly and keep hidden in the shadows of the night that she resides in when hunting. The Horrible outfit consists of a belt that carries her flash bombs, another belt that carries her guns, and another that carries her ammunition for the differing species. The cross one another two on the left him crossing down to the right, and one from the bottom of the left hip crossing to the top. If ever [which is nearly never] Mary goes out as Doctor Horrible she wears black, sleek black things that would never be mistaken for things her other persona would wear. But this is rare for her, she doesn't go out as Horrible, ever.

o t h e r s t u f f

Likes:

• Doctor Horrible
  
• Singing and Musicals
  
• Reading
  
• Science
  
• Science fiction [Books and TV]
  
• Chocolate
  
• A Good Movie
  
• Experiments

Dislikes:

• Werewolves
  
• Vampires
  
• Having a split life [sometimes]
  
• Fish
  
• Hurting Humans
  
• Spicy food
  
• Graveyards [They remind her her family's dead]

Ambition(s):
- To continue the advancement of human technology against the grater races.
- To become a better Hunter
- To find love and have a daughter
Fear(s):
- Being bitten by either species.
- Being killed
- An experiment going wrong
- Public speaking
- Someone finding out she's a Hunter
Flaws:
-Mary is utterly clumsy, but only when she gets stressed out. When she gets stressed out Mary panics and when Mary panics thinks tend to break. For instance if she's under pressure for an experiment that requires a time limit such as 'if you do not add this at this time then your experiment will fail' she has a tendency to break things, knock over stands, shatter beakers. This also goes for when she's a hunter. She has the inability to load a gun under stress and often drops her clips when she's being chased by something, which all in all puts her in some great trouble.

-Mary is beyond the bounds of anti-social. Talking with people is not her strong point and she really just stopped doing it after a long period of time because she'll rant about some scientific mumbo jumbo or the plain fact she slips she's a hunter and people find her to be crazy. It's not easy for her to make friends because everyone thinks she's a little on the weird side, even the fellow scientists that reside in her work space think she's a little off her rocker.

p e r s o n a l i t y

There are two sides to Miss Guns and things. There is Mary a sweet and honest little girl whom wishes to make the next great inventions in the science realm. Mary isn't someone you can't approach for something, you just may have trouble getting it. She tends to stutter over her words before you actually get something out of her. She always appears like she has a secret and she does. She's not very good at not showing it, she's very paranoid about nearly everything. Though a select few catch her under the paranoia radar and see how she really is. Mary is a sweet and honest girl who would risk her life for any of her friends. She doesn't have very high expectations for friendly relations as long as she's spoken to every now and again. She's that kind of girl that would bake you cookies on your birthday and take care of you when you were sick.

On the other hand, there's this new girl in town. This, Doctor Horrible, she likes to call herself. She's calling claims to rid the world of the infestation that's plagued the streets since she was born on this green earth. The Hunter side of Mary Horrible is indeed this new 'Doctor Horrible'. Like a side job or a split personality Mary completely flips to the other side of the spectrum. Doctor Horrible is a complete witch, a merciless and sarcastic monster who kills for the money, or just for the satisfaction. Horrible is very bitter toward everyone she meets, keeping them at a distance in fear they may get too close and find things out about her. She's very mysterious, that average phantom of the night. She's a ghost, a legend, kinda like Batman in way. She doesn't play nice and isn't afraid to take someones life. She doesn't care what people say about her or about her morals. She just wants to get the job done.

h i s t o r y

Mary was born to a family of five in Munich, Germany. Her mother was a scientist for Cancer research and her father had been a doctor at the hospital when they met. They met, fell in love, and dedicated themselves faithfully to their work. Mary was born in the hospital her parents loved and was the first of the children in the McKinnon family. Her parents were just as responsible and loving as any other parent, and the hospital staff had easily become her second family since her parents worked so much as a kid. She spent time learning and wandering about with nurses and played with other children in the hospital. No one ever thought it was a bad place to raise a child. When Mary was five her mother had another baby, a boy named Klaus. If it were at all possible Mary was overly protective of her baby brother. They went everywhere together, hand and hand around the hospital. The McKinnon life was perfect for them, so they thought.

When Mary was eighteen and her brother thirteen, they were returning from a day of school when there was a bit of a ruckus going on. Schools had released early due to the student conferences that had been going about at this time. But as the two McKinnon children walked faithfully to the hospital they grew up in, things became scary. First one cop car flew past them to the school they had just left, then five, then a flock of them. The sirens blaring in Mary's ear were something that she would never forget. On this date October Seventeenth as the sun was setting. The day the world seemed to stand still for everyone. Upon arriving at the hospital people were rushing, there were screams and cries everywhere. Mary had never seen the hospital so packed before. Never in her life had she seen so many people injured, teenagers, friends, human beings crying fro mercy. With her hand tightly clasping Klaus's she felt something was wrong. Something bad was going to happen. Her parents found them, and never before had they looked so scared. They told them to head upstairs to the tenth floor of the hospital. It was the area where most of the elderly were held but they obeyed and followed. Curiosity failed to keep Mary in one place, for as they rode the elevator up, she couldn't help but wonder what had her parents to terrified. She had to know. Assuring her brother she'd be alright, she left him at the tenth floor and slowly crept her way down the stairwell, watching through the windows as Doctor's ran as fast as they could around the hospital. The lower she got the quieter the hospital got. On floor six she halted, a man leaning over a doctor caught her attention. But when he raised his head, mouth covered in blood, she knew this was no fairytale land. She sprinted down the stairs, looking for somewhere she could hide...somewhere she'd be safe. But would anyone ever be safe? She hid in a cabinit under the stairwell where the janitors kept their cleaning supplies. She dunked herself in the trash can and slid the lid over it. Hiding...waiting.

God knew how many hours passed when she sat in there, but soon she felt the need to arise from her hiding spot. Opening the door she realized the sun had risen and that she had spent the night in a trash can. She stepped out into a hall. Bodies strayed everywhere. Startled when she heard paws clattering on the floor she watched a pack of wolves drag bodies away with their mouths, disappearing around a corner. Werewolves and Vampires clearly weren't fairytale. As she wandered back up to the top floor she began to fear that nothing had survived this attack. Nothing could have lived through this monstrous event. And she was right, she found the bodies of her parents...her brother...all dead. If only she had stayed with Klaus...if only...Something in a child of that age snapped, something that day broke.

Eight years she trained her body and mind with a specialist, a man who knew both sides of the story in this area of Canada. Knew their weaknesses. A grand Hunter beyond all else. She knew what she had to do, she had to assure that no one was going to die, no one would loose their families again. She changed her name to Horrible, seeing as all the McKinnon's had been pronounced dead, and if she were to turn up alive...she may be suspected as one of the undead. She created a new life for herself, a second life. As a Hunter and as a Scientist so that she had all the materials she would need to over throw the werewolves and the vampires that killed and plagued the land...she was a mercy angel...even if she was alone.

Other: Mary's German, from Germany but she's lived here for so long her accents gone away.

R P p r e v i e w

She flailed her arms trying to catch the clip that she had pulled from her pocket as she pressed herself to the wall. Faster, she had to be faster, if she wasn't faster she was going to get bit. She fumbled with the empty clip that was protesting to remove itself and Mary began to swear. Long streams of curse words flew from her mouth in the two languages she knew. Finally the clip removed itself but she could ear the paws clacking against the stone floor. She turned her gaze to look into the pitch black alley way. Her gloved hands still shaking and struggling with the clip. She hissed and ripped her glove off with her teeth using her bare hands to fasten the clip into place. She could hear it approaching, a walk...a run...a sprint. WHAM! The gun slid across the ground dislodging the clip from the place that had taken her forever to get it. She swore as her hands pressed against the furry throat of the snapping intruder. The animal already injured in several places from poor shots at the beast on her part. She tilted her head to the side to avoid snapping jaws. She wasn't as strong as the creature...she was going to loose...for the love of all that was holy.

She rose her knees to push the creature away from her. If she could only reach...her belt. She lowered her elbow pivoting the creature closer to her face. Slobber and sweat drenched her brow as she tilted her hip to the side and...come on...CLICK Closing her eyes quickly the whimper of the beast proved that the flash bomb had gone off. The light blinding the wolf as it stumbled off her. Swaying from side to side, smashing into the opposing wall. Quickly Mary scrambled to her hands and knees grabbing the gun and fumbling once more to get the clip in it's spot. The clip clicked and Mary aimed the gun at the frantic beast and shot, shot to kill. Shot to kill and won. With an exhausted sigh she flopped backward. She laughed quietly, a job well done was it now? Obviously she killed the target but she nearly lost her life...she needed to get a grip on herself. A mistake like that could easily cost her everything she worked hard for...blast it all. Beeep....Beepp

"Hello?" she clicked the blue tooth attached to her ear. "You're late for work, Miss Horrible." Mary froze, eyes flickering to her watch. Five am already?! "Oi! My appologize!" she cried, "I didn't mean to, the time got ahead of me, I've been up all night with the formulas. You know the ones with the UV light, and I had this amazing-" "Enough, Mary. Get to work." "Yes sir! Right away sir!" Mary hung up and relaxed, a sneer crossing her face. "Nosy ol'prune...blast zat bugger." she got to her feet, slumping as she walked. Another sleepless night.

Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who? Nope

[Ophelia Van Koehn]

Species: W E R E W O L F

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Full Name: October Anberlin Maddox
Nickname(s):
Gender: female
Age: 17
Occupation: singer
Sexuality: straight
Marital Status: single

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s t y l e

October is a what ever’s comfortable girl. She’s a no dresses kinda girl. She’s a skinny jean wearing, if it’s black I love it, converse are my only shoes, if it’s a dress I’m gonna burn it, no frilly girly crap goes on me kinda girl.

She is a tomboy and dresses as such. October hates dresses and frilly froofy girly stuff with a fiery passion. She sometimes will wear pink but it is not her favorite color. Her favorite color would have to be electric blue or orange. Most of the clothes in October’s repitoire are from Hot Topic, Spencers, or Zoomies.

o t h e r s t u f f

Likes:

• crowds
  
• loud music
  
• fast cars
  
• electric blue
  
• orange
  
• eye liner
  
• sports
  
• adrenaline
  
• Harry Potter

Dislikes:

• vagueness
  
• cheerleaders
  
• country music
  
• dresses
  
• high heels
  
• Twilight
  
• posers
  
• fangirls

Ambition(s): October wants to become a famous singer. She wants her songs to be heard around the world and to change lives. She would die to get a hit song and tour the world.
Fear(s): October likes to say that she is afraid of nothing but she fears the unknown. Things that people have never done before discourage her from being too outgoing and doing what no one has dared to do. She also fears that her music will get rejected by a major label and told that it is complete garbage.

Flaws: October is extremely talkative. It is hard for you to get her to be quiet especially if she is in an awkward situation where she feels uncomfortable or nervous.

October also has a very bad sweet tooth, she can’t help but have a sweet if offered to her or available. What’s worse is that sugar does nothing to help her already off the charts energy, it just makes her worse. So beware.

Curiosity killed the cat and possibly October some day soon. She does not have a healthy amount of curiosity, it could be described as too much. October always wants to know everything and sometimes sticks her nose into business that is not her own, but she can’t help it.

p e r s o n a l i t y

A headstrong teenager is what October is. She does what she wants when she wants to. Full of pure energy, she can be active for hours before tiring which can make her a hard person to keep up with. Always upbeat and friendly, she is not a person to be rude to anyone unless provoked. A tad blunt at times, but you can always count on her to tell you the truth. She loves to help and is willing to do anything for a friend.

October loves crowds and that magical rush of adrenaline when onstage. She feels most comfortable when surrounded by many people than rather one on one settings. October likes to always go, go, go and hates being still for too long. With a great sense of adventure she is always up for a trip to somewhere she has never been before.

With a slow temper, it is hard to make this little ball of sun and happiness angry. Sometimes though she can fly off the handle and that is usually when she is under too much pressure of extremely nervous or something along those lines. When October is in this state it is best to leave the room.

h i s t o r y

October ran away from home not too long ago. Her parents never approved of her wanting to be a singer. They always tried to persuade her to be a doctor like they both were. They chose her classes in the pathway of a doctor always took her to work, gave her books about medicine, even went so far as to bring her to a few colleges that were mainly medicine. Finally one day October snapped, she couldn’t take this grooming that they were doing to her, all to make her more like them. So what did she do? She ran. Her possessions included that of her acoustic guitar, some clothes, and her notebook of songs. October’s entire funds amounted to that of 300 dollars. Not much to live on so she set out looking for music gigs.

The first couple of places were a bit…unsavory, for lack of a better word. But she sang and they paid. October never knew if her parents looked for her, she stayed pretty under the radar by using a fake id and not causing to much of a scene anywhere. October would only stay about a week in each town. It was about 2 months after she ran away when she would go to places to play and people would know her name. That was the first taste of stardom October had and she was instantly hooked. She liked to have people yell her name. It was a total head rush.

Now almost half a year away from home and October came to Dawson. This town would do much more than just add people to her bundle of fans. No, this town would change October into a werewolf and give her a parental figure. Something she desperately wanted but would never admit to herself. Whenever she saw a child with a parent a strange wave of want would wash over her, but she would never admit to herself that she wanted a parent, after all, October had had them before and they did nothing but hold her back. Look how well she had done for herself. She now made a nice sum of money each week and could afford all the necessities of life with out hurting too bad. But maybe she will change her mind.

Other:

R P p r e v i e w

Ipod headphones on and turned all the way up. October jammed out to music as she walked down the streets. Some older people gave her disapproving looks while younger ones from her own generation gave her understanding ones. They too knew what it was like to be in a great mood and listening to a great song, it just makes you dance no matter where you are. Dressed in black skinny jeans, a black Tshirt, and a black hoodie, the only color on October was her bright orange converse. Her parents would have hated the outfit. Heck they would have never let her dye her hair or cut it in the stylish messed up fashion that it now was in. Fortunately, October didn’t have to listen to her controlling parents anymore. She was out on her own and moving through the town getting pumped up for her show tonight.

She came to an abandoned building and, without hesitating, entered it. The inside was dark and damp, giving off an old and musty smell. Most people would stray far away from such a place with it’s boarded up windows and dark corners that would allow someone to lurk without ever seeing them. They would assume that bad people live in its shadows. Of course, they would be wrong. October knew that this place was too recently abandoned for unsavory characters to wander in and fill it up.

Taking the rickety steps two at a time along with the drum beat of her music, October came to the top. She pushed open the door that led to the roof. It let out a long groan that fell unheard by October. She came back out into the fresh air of spring. A slight breeze had picked up. It made her bed head even more messed up which was a good thing to October. Standing in the middle of the roof, she paused her ipod. Closing her eyes and sucking in a deep breath, she let out a yell, loud as she could for as long as needed. Why? It helped her relax and release her emotions. Sometimes it was a happy yell, others angry, sad, etc. When she finished, October opened her eyes. She was ready for her show.

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[Ophelia Van Koehn]

Species: Werewolf
Full Name: Sophia Marie Strevastol
Nickname(s): Sophie, Lord and Mistress
Gender: Female
Age: 25 [Appears 21]
Occupation: Werewolf Pack Leader
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single, and fighting

Appearance:



You should bow down to your lord and master for this woman is not a bark without a bite. Sophia stands in heals most of the time, her height reaching to a stunning five ten with them. Though most men in the pack are taller she makes sure she appears to be among the height of the running accepting for the lone fact that she is only five foot seven without the three inch heals. While Sophia doesn’t look like much she has some bulk to her, she has a little muscle in her arms as well as the majority in her legs. She’s thin due to her lycanthrope metabolism and is strong because she must be. The leader of the pack is a significant figure to all others, and cannot be easily tossed down.

Sophia’s eyes have to be the most captivating feature about this girl. They’re bright yellow, and unlike most werewolves who tend to keep their eye color normal during their every day lives, Sophia has natural golden eyes that only turn yellow during her transformation. The golden eyes are a signature of dominance in the werewolf line, though most werewolves have it, others don’t. Most well breed and trained werewolves have such a trait, and can be easily told between warriors and regular pack members. Along with her eyes she holds a tan skin instead of a paler one being from the Deep South. She was residing in Orleans for most of her life before she moved the pack to Canada.

Style: Sophia is not a girl of fashion; she likes leather, and clothing that make her seem much tougher than she is. She prefers things to be easily moveable in seeing as she’s always on her guard. She never knows when someone may attack her seeing as dominance in a pack is often switched off. But so far she has held her standing position as a dominate member of the pack. In her closet, by chance if you manage to live that long, you can find very few dresses, there are reds and black controlling her outfit’s colors as well as a few selections of darker earthy colors, but nothing very eccentric. She tends to keep her clothing choice to very dark things and things that are easily destroyed, seeing as she’s a werewolf; she doesn’t want to end up not ripping her clothes and being easily discovered for who she really is. Being discreet is the key to everything.

Likes:
- Dogs; she has one of them, a German Sheppard name Antony sits at her side.
- The dark; show of hands, who can see in the dark? I can.
- Fighting; nothing better than a little hand to hand combat.
- Teamwork; if we fight, we fight together
- Deer; with a side of river water
- Hunting; nothing like getting some fresh air
- Sarcasm; nothing like a good joke.

Dislikes:
- Vampires; they are a mere annoyance, while the wars are over. I still don’t trust a bloodsucker.
- Idiocy; if you can answer your own question, please do.
- Fish; …this is a mere disgusting topic to bring up
- The Sunlight; I’m a night person, don’t blame me.
- Water; I. Hate. Getting. Wet.
- Humans; They know little of what’s going around them and when they do they panic. They think destroying what they do not understand will fix the problem. But it never does.
- Hunters; Stay away from my family!
- Back stabbers; Cross the family and you cross me. No one hurts anyone, not even my own kind.

Ambition(s):
- To keep the peace; While I dislike the other kinds, I might as well make the best of it. I am an example for the children and that is how I shall act. As if I am on a pedestal.
- To remain pack leader; Times are getting rougher and people are getting antsy, I just hope people remain loyal to me…
Fear(s):
- Being over thrown; I fear for our Pack if I am not the leader of it…
- Her pack being murdered; it happens. I’ve heard stories and rumors and I love my family and my fellow wolves…I would hate to see their blood be shed.
- Being bitten by a vampire; Though their venom is ineffective on my kind…it’s still a scary thought. But I will never let it get…the better of me.
Flaws:
- Fear of Water; How unreal is this - but it's true, Sophia has a fear of deep waters and will go no where near the them, lake, river, or sea.
- Left leg is her weak spot; Sophia has fought before, fought and lost several times. Her left leg has taken a considerable beating because she favors it when fighting. Which makes her use her right leg over her left causing her fighting to not only be weaker than it used to be, but her left leg is much like her Alkalies heal

Personality:

Sarcastic; If there was ever a better word to describe the lady it would be sarcastic. While she tries to hold back on growling and muttered these sarcastic phrases she can't help but slap her forehead at the idiots that tend to inhabit the overall werewolf population. There are just some things that Sophia wishes her brothers didn't do. But there's nothing she can do but be overly sarcastic about it.

Wise; Sophia tends to be that of somewhat dominate knowledge. She may not be the smartest but she tends to give the best advice as well as a good person to talk to. Sophia isn't judgmental in the least. She tends to be accepting of all races as long as nothing crosses into dangerous territory. She doesn't mind conversation with vampires or chattering with humans. She's pretty mellow about everything that goes on. But of course she tends to be a bit of a smart alec when she gets in a sort of swing. Otherwise she understands and is rather majestically all knowing, in the attitude sense.

Strong willied; Sophia doesn't like to lose, she prefers to be the top dog. Of course that sort of comes with being the Alpha female of the pack. She's not mean about winning but she'll never turn down a challenge. She tends to be the sort of girl to fight a fight that isn't hers and end it peacefully. But it takes way too much to take this girl down. She's a brick wall and has yet to be taken from her throne and doesn't plan on it in the faintest.

History:

Sophia was born to a family of noble line. She was born to the Pack leader, or Dictator, of the entire werewolf population. The one who together was head of all. She was born with the eyes of dominance, yellow pupils that only proved she was of pure blood and her unity with the wolf mind that was a tad stronger. Though her father wished her to be a boy, he was perfectly fine with teaching his daughter the ways of war. At a young age she was always accompanied by a canine companion. The small child grew up with one German Sheppard named Corey. The two never seemed to be separated, the dog was well trained and seemed to be the center of Sophia's existence. Noblemen kept dogs around because they were an animal they could understand. They were well bred attack dogs, and it was the safest bet for a child. When her father was doing business among the packs Sophia was never worried about. Corey always slept in the crib curled around Sophia and at the front of her bed as she grew older.

It was during the Blood scare that everything went wrong. At the age of seventeen, still appearing to be a young teenage since the werewolf gene allowed her to age slowly. She would have to show he strength. The blood scare was when the main Hunters attempted to lock up and stave the vampire's to death. Unfortunately the vampires fell into blood lust. The werewolves were forced to interfere and times got dangerous. At this young age, she and Corey were holding the home front when a few stray vampires got into the fortress. In order to keep Sophia safe, Corey saved Sophia by sacrificing himself. Her father sensed the disturbance and ended up getting himself killed. His arm was not far behind to restrain the vampires that had broken into the stronghold. But Sophia's mother was left missing, and it was mention that other vampires may have entered the building. Sophia was now in command at the age of seventeen.

Most thought she was much too young. But when presented with a challenge the young wolf took no mercy and over came it. Sophia took the throne as the Dictator and ended the blood scare. Sophia is still in charge and is as strong as she had been when she started. Sophia rules heavily with her close pack and has a new Sheppard with her named Antony whom is as protective of her as Corey was.

Other: When in Werewolf form Sophia is and nice sleek black. She blends in very well with the night asides from her glowing yellow eyes. She's not a large werewolf like most but is more agile and maneuvers easily among the trees when hunting.

RP Skill:

Why had they risen to her attention now? Had they not seen what had happened to Brutus and the others when they had risen against their leader? Perhaps it was just the straight fact that all of this was just a joke to them. They were young and she could understand the male need for dominance. Why should they the listen to a women? This sort of thing had happened from time to time, you know, and there wasn't much she could do about it but sit back and take it like woman...of course...she was a woman and that was her main plan of action, to take it like one. And when she meant take it like a woman, she meant that she was going to take it seriously.

She stepped forth from her chair at the three boys who came to challenge her over the pack. Her boots clacking as she left the throne that merely sat above the room, the leather pants hugging her legs and hips and her long red slick dress shirt dangled carelessly just below her navel. She wasn't dressed to fight them, but she really wasn't going to fight them, she really liked this shirt and she was merely going to allow them to show their strength and dodge. She stepped up to the boys, all three of them being much taller than her. She glanced at each of them and then quietly opened her mouth to speak. "None of you, have the eyes of dominance."

[/b] two of them had green, and the other brown. "To be a pack leader this you must have...and yet you do not. So care to prove me wrong?"[/b]

Sophia knew that they could easily be pack leaders without the eye of dominance. The golden eye just showed a stronger connection between man and wolf. It was obvious to a mother and father if the werewolf gene, a trait that was not dominate in humans but a mere recessive trait passed around till one of them clicked with another in a rare chance of luck, had taken place for the child had golden eyes. It was only a matter of time with the other colors, to know what you were up against. Sophia stood nearly perfectly still as the boys howled and transformed into their wolfly beings. Their glowing eyes all staring at her, teeth bared and mouths clenched tight. Sophia glanced from one to the other, she smiled. "Alright, give me your best shot."[/b]


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[Ophelia Van Koehn]

Species: Vampire

g e n e r a l

Full Name:Evangelos Aristothomas Gikas
Nickname(s):Angelos
Gender:Male
Age:1300 years
Occupation:Composer, Writer, Philosopher
Sexuality:Straight
Marital Status:Single

a p p e a r a n c e



s t y l e

Angelos prefers to wear either dark blue or black. When in privacy, he prefers to wear tunics and sometimes a cape. When in public, he usually wears dark wash jeans and button down shirts with a dark leather jacket. On a rare occasion, he wears a suit and tie.

o t h e r s t u f f

Likes:

• Modernist Music
  
• The piano
  
• Medieval Fashion
  
• Exploring
  
• Military Strategy

Dislikes:

• Medieval Thought
  
• Flying
  
• Narcissistic People
  
• Bland blood
  
• Swimming

Ambition(s):
Kill the one who bit him, become a great composer and writer
Fear(s):
Anything that requires blind faith; uncertainty.
Flaws:Envious, overly-ambitious, easily uneased

p e r s o n a l i t y

Angelos is quite reserved but open once you get to know him. He used to be much more of an extrovert. But, past experience coupled with a long time living on Earth, has made him more cautious and seemingly a loner.

Beneath the seemingly apathetic exterior lies a treasure of knowledge, experience and culture. He will tell you about his past and speak his mind if he trusts you.

h i s t o r y

Evangelos Aristothomas Gikas was born in Macedonia in 709 A.D. as the son of a wealthy merchant. As a young man, it was clear he aspired to someday be a great general in the service of the Byzantine Empire. As the Bulgars started to take Macedonia, his service was greatly needed.

At the young age of 20, he was already an officer for the Byzantine and attempted to reconquer the rest of Macedonia and the Balkans. Unfortunately, he was wounded physically and emotionally from battle. Normally, a wound in battle was nothing to him. But before he killed a Bulgar soldier, he was told,"Kill me. Please, kill me. I need you to take the honor of being cursed." And just then, a dark, cloaked figure stabbed him in the soldier. As a result, he dedicated his service to the Empire as a skilled diplomat.

A few years later, he was sent to Romania to look into religiously converting them for the sake of alliance. While in the Transelvanian Forest, a dimented figure came up to him and spoke. "You're not the one. Ah, but yes, your soul has been marked. You killed the one I was supposed to curse. Now you will have his destiny." And just then, the shadowy figure that stabbed him appeared and cast a spell that bound Angelos. The dimented figure was acutally a vampire and he bit Angelos. Angelos conitnued his service to the Empire for many years until it was discovered he was a vampire. He has dedicated much of his life to find and kill the man who made him a vampire as well as to find out who is the shadowy figure and his motive. Ever since then, he has been roaming and exploring the Earth, taking up new interests along the way.

Other: Angelos acts and thinks in a modern fashion despite his medieval backround.

R P p r e v i e w

Angelos arrived at Dawson extremely exhausted from jetlag. "It has been 1275 years since I've been bit, and only now I'm beginning to understand the reason for my cursing," Angelos thought. "It's unbelievable I have to deal with the consequences of a man who made a most disturbing pact just because I killed him."

After unpacking in his hotel room, James, Angelos' happy-go-lucky friend, arrived clumsily with all the luggage. "You know Angelos, I could use a little help here," James said stressfully. Angelos did not even hear him, for he was deep in thought. James was getting angry. "Hey man, you know, it's great you picked me up after being literally homeless back in Zurich, but you're just being ridiculous!". "Calm down James, I'm contemplating our next move."

James dropped all the luggage with a sigh of relief and began being amused with all the features of the hotel. "Wow, this tv has at least 1000 channels, Angelos!" "I haven't practiced piano or written music in a while, James. I'm off to find a piano." James thinks to himself, "Why is Angelos always such a weirdo?"

It was 1 A.M. The streets were almost empty and Angelos was walking in search of a piano. He found a piano shop with a light still on so he decided to go in. The shopkeeper was almost startled. "Sorry buddy, we're closed for the night." Angelos almost interrupted, "I just want to play for a couple of hours. May I use the Steinway?" The shopkeeper seemed a bit relieved. "Of course, sorry, you scared me there for a second." So Angelos practiced piano and took out some staff paper and composed for a few hours. As he was leaving the shopkeeper approached him. "Your playing is superb. It's as if you've been playing for centuries. I wish I could become that good. But I'm getting old now, and I'll never be that good." Angelos smiled. "Well here's a gift." Angelos bit him. The shopkeeper was screaming and Angelos ran to the hotel room, content, with a smile on his face.
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[Ophelia Van Koehn]

Species: V A M P I R E

g e n e r a l

Full Name: Juliet Annalee Blackwood
Nickname(s): none
Gender: female
Age: 23
Occupation: heiress
Sexuality: straight
Marital Status: single

a p p e a r a n c e



s t y l e

Juliet has no preference over what she wears. As long as it looks pretty she will buy it and love it. Being an heiress makes life easy when it comes to the clothing department. She doesn’t need to work for her money and has plenty of it so can buy whatever clothes tickles her fancy for the moment be it brief or not.

She does prefer bright colors for her clothes

o t h e r s t u f f

Likes:

• diamonds
  
• high heels
  
• horror movies
  
• no responsibilities
  
• swimming

Dislikes:

• cupcakes
  
• bad grammar
  
• uncleanliness
  
• cockiness
  
• liars

Ambition(s): Juliet’s major goal in life is to find the perfect man, she constantly searches for one. Her mother always told her that a woman's life was never complete with out a good man by her side.

Finding a childe is also an ambition of her. She has to carry on the Blackwood line after all.
Fear(s): Death, Juliet doesn't ever want to die. She fears the black abyss and the unknown of it.
Flaws: Juliet is a clean freak. She has to have everything spotless or else she can't focus on anything until that mess is cleaned.

Juliet is also a huge flirt. She tries to control it but, when ever she is around a man she can't help but flirt a little.

p e r s o n a l i t y

Out in public Juliet is flirty, energetic, and outgoing. She is usually the center of attention no matter where she goes. What she does, people copy. Juliet puts on the façade of a bright and constantly happy person. Whether she is or not know one knows because no one has ever gotten close enough to know it all. Despite being a public firecracker, Juliet is not trashy. She has a completely spotless reputation. All that she does is categorized as harmless fun. She is as innocent as a child.

At home, away from the cameras, Juliet is a down to earth, next-door neighbor girl. She is very smart and you can hold a very intelligent conversation with her. Juliet is very much a friend of nature and animals. She is a vegetarian (in public) and detests the wearing of fur. Juliet is also a proud member of a lot of animal rights groups.

h i s t o r y

Juliet was born just an average girl. She had a normal family, one mom, one dad, and a sister. When she turned 18 she went away to seek her calling in life. Never could she have imagined that instead of her calling being a job, it would be becoming a vampire. A small trip up to Dawson led to her death...in more ways than one.

In Dawson on the dark streets, she met a woman. The woman was beautiful. Juliet was dazzled. Everything this lady did was perfect. Perfect speech, movement, style, looks, everything. This woman was named Helena Blackwood and she was a vampire in search of a meal. Helena would only drink the blood of pretty girls, it had to do with some personal superstition that it would keep her pretty. However, Juliet must of impressed her somehow because she didn't just kill her. Helena took her home to the Blackwood mansion and let her stay there for awhile. Finally after much thought, Helena sat down to talk with Juliet.

Juliet had no idea what the talk was about and when Helena admitted to her that she was a vampire and wanted to turn Juliet into one, she was stunned. Juliet was unable to articulate for a long time. Helena was a patient woman and waited. Finally when Juliet spoke she said she wanted to live forever. Death was always a scary thing to her. Helena then turned her. Since she was now a vampire, the human Juliet had to die publicly to keep releatives from questioning after her. It was a rare 3rd world country disease that did her in so the funeral had to be closed casket. Juliet attended, sitting in the back with a veil over her face. No one recognized her and the love that everyone professed for her filled her with sadness. She would miss little parts of being human.

That funeral was 30 years ago. Juliet remains looking like 23 though. It was about 15 years ago that Helena was killed by a hunter. It crushed Juliet. She then enacted revenge. Juliet went on a rampage. She didn't only kill the hunter, she killed all of his family. And she didn't only kill them, she tore them apart...slowly. After regaining her senses, Juliet was appalled by what she had done and fled the country. She only recently returned to Dawson about 7 years ago after being gone for 8. Now she put on the facade that she was a distant niece of Helena so that she could stay longer.

Other: none

R P p r e v i e w

It was the aniversary of Helena's death. Juliet was in no mood to go out in public like she ushually did. She wouldn't be able to put on the fake, always happy face that she sometimes wore. No, tonight she was tired. Not physically but mentally. After watching the sun set in the shadows of her room, Juliet sat down and cried. It was 30 years since Helena's death and Juliet missed her as much as if she only died yesterday.

Death, how Juliet vehmently hated it. When her tears were all gone, she picked herself up off her bed and made her way to the tomb below the Blackwood mansion to sit in front of Helena's memorial. There was no body for Helena, the hunter had done a good job in killing. A cruel smile curled at Juliet's lips, but she had done a better job.

Juliet sat in front of Helena's memorial, holding an all night vigil almost. She never blinked. She just sat and starred, reflecting upon all her time with Helena, how great a mentor she had been, how great she was at everything. Juliet hated that she had no tears left. It seemed an insult that she was not shedding any in front of her beloved mentor's final resting place. Far away in the mansion above, Juliet picked up the sound of the clock chiming. It was sunrise. Kissing the stone that had Helena's name carved into it, Juliet left a rose then went back up to the house. She passed by her room and went to stand in front of Helena's room. It hadn't been opened since that night 30 years ago. Would tonight be the night Juliet would have the strenght to do it? Her hand reached for the knob. It hovered there then dropped, no she couldn't.

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