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Welcome to the Dark world of the Vampire Chronicals!
Listen...
Can you hear it?
Or, do you hear nothing at all.
That is what I want you to listen to --
Silence.
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No God moding. Everyone has weaknesses No one liners. Try and be creative. Two characters per account and one canon Character per person
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The queen of the d**ned, Akash is finally dead. Lestat ,now King of the d**ned crowned by Akash herself, Is still living in the city of angels content with his human existence on the music scene. Jesse, Now addapting to her life as a vampire sired by her beloved lestat, Lives by his side. Unbeknown to them Marius had sired David, Jesse's talamascan mentor. Marius returned to his beloved rome still searching for his love , Pandora and his child Bianca. Pandora and Bianca travel from city to City exploring together, finding solace in each other, Eternal companions. Amadeo a.k.a Armand watches over his theatre in France as a king over his kingdom. He has provided a safe haven for Benji, Daniel, Nicholas,Santiago and Sybelle. Khayman, the solitary Vampire and rebel, still refuses to yeild to anyone and travels free between europe. Quinn keeps to his home, that has been so for centuries, Fair london defending it from the hell demons, rogue vampires bent on killing all they can. His only companion now Mona the Mayfair witch. Louis still walks the streets of New York with Merrick at his side. Celeste, another Mayfair witch keeps to herself in the busy new york. Mael has returned to the druids of rome and continues to practice his religion of serving the earth God. He has become a king among them. Laurent is the vampire stalker. He continues with his fasination of humans bearly able to remember what it was like to be one.
Template for original characters « Result #4 on May 30, 2007, 10:38pm »
Name: Original location: Age: Appearence age: (character looks ) Sex: (male/female) Race: (Vampire/ human/witch or druid/ Talamasca) Appearence: (Be descriptive) History: (Be creative) Family:(If your a vampire... who sired you. ) Powers: (Aplies to Vampires and witches or druids) Location now: Example: (A two paragraaf sample of your writting)
The story of the Chronicals « Result #5 on May 30, 2007, 10:17pm »
The World of the Vampire Chronicals consists of four major groups... the Vampires of course, The humans, the witches and the Talamasca.
The Vampires The aristocratic, elegant undead. The older they are the more powerful they are. They have super strenght, excellent night vision and the power to charm anyone off their feet. Fast deadly and dangerous. The older once have the ability to fly. They have no fear of crosses, garlic or holy water. The only thing that can damage a vampire is fire or the sun. Also a vampire is not to drink the last drop of blood from a victim or they will die.
Talamasca The Talamasca are the recorders of history. They are human but are immortal. They record the history of each and every vampire in existance. Some live like a shadown behind threir vampire counter part. Most are taught from a young age about the Vampire ways.
Humans Humans are unaware that Vampires exist. There are very few cases where a Vampire will pick out a certain human to sire and make a companion.
The Witches The witches come from witch families decended from salem. There were five witch families that survived the salem witch trails and their decendends are now the Salem witches. They sometimes become talamasca too curious about the vampires but most of them stick to their covents.
Siring How vampires come to be. The Vampire drinks from its victim and then exchanges his own blood with the victim. After a day the victim will turn. Their bodies die over a pain staking peariod of twenty four hours.
Now close your eyes. Shut out all light and imagine you are floating in a great void of forever. That is where I was when you last heard of me -dead: gone eternally from this world. Yet I am obviously not, and let me tell you dear reader; no one is more astonished by it than me.