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Paige

2010-10-12T19:22:00.000-07:00

Paiges

When a Nightwalker changes a mortal, they become a paige, carrying some of the traits of their sire. Many have telepathic abilities or magic. Their sole purpose is to wait hand and foot on their master, though Nightwalkers are generally an impatient sort and send their pages away once they have tired of them. Though in some instances when a strong bond is formed the Paige will spend eternity with his/her master.

Traits

Mind control
Some Magic
Infinite life
Quick healing between 1-2 hours depending on severity of injury…

Methods of death

To have their soul taken by a DW
Heart Pierced
Head Severed

When a paige dies he/she becomes a pile of ash. Their soul sentenced to the cimmerian for eternity unless Armand see's fit to bring them back as a full blooded nightwalker.

Trysten Fedore Marcel

2010-05-10T14:23:00.000-07:00

Trysten Fedore-Marcel

Born March 3, 1792

Creature Status: Daywalker

Songs: TBD

I was born to the high priest Jairdan Fedore and the sage priestess Feliciana Fedore at the suns daybreak in 1792. From infancy I began my training with the Lupusnox female, Kareina Wolfe a strange occurrence. For Daywalkers do not normally begin their training until their thirtieth birthday, but in my case it was a necessity for I was destined to bear the prophecy. The first and only child to walk the realms carrying both the blood of our daywalker brethren and the blood of darkness our enemies…

I stayed with my trainer for one hundred and eighty five years, until the night when she instructed me and my dear friends to a run down bar in nighthurst, it was time, I was to fulfill my destiny. With heavy heart and the mindset that I was merely performing my duty I agreed and met him. It was in fact love at first sight, I could scarcely imagine how a Nightwalker God could be so kind, could not fathom my growing emotion and by June of 1980 I had bore a daughter…

As I had been trained I took my daughter and refused him visitation, she was young and powerful, held magic I had never witnessed or known to exist a danger to her and myself if Carter were to find out. Still I could not stay away from him, I was in love and I could sense he was as well and on the afternoon the day before Lydie’s birthday my estranged father paid me a visit. He was angry that I had continued my relations with Carter and angry that I had in fact chosen to accept Luciene’s edict.

In his rage he informed me that my life was to end, my daughter would be orphaned and sent to live with a guardian. The sage of protection, in order to keep her safe from the forces within the Terra Regnum. That eve as I made my way through the darkened alley beside Carters club, hurrying to meet him I came upon my own destiny the one who would take me from my beloved daughter and husband.

One shot that shredded my heart, one shot that in truth should have sent my soul to the sun, but I was fortunate. When my body arrived at the morgue a fellow Lupusnox was present and I was transported to Altoriah, to begin my healing.

With my soul reunited with my body I slept in a coma for twenty years, until Luciene came to me and ordered I arise. With his powers he healed what still had not and sent me to retrieve the child I had left behind, my purpose to bring her to him, to ready her for her own destiny…

Destiny

2010-04-16T08:57:00.001-07:00

I gazed in disgust upon the decaying building, the faint glow of the street lamps casting their muted yellow light over the filthy brick walls. Apprehensively I glanced about the decomposing surroundings, all of the buildings seemed to match. With their worn exteriors, many missing glass in their window panes.

Worry embedded itself deep inside my gut as I hesitantly made my way up the cement walk. Each forward step carrying me closer to the rotting wooden stairs, and closer to the grating tinny sounds of Smoke on the Water. That vibrated the brick of this detestable building. Music, that echoed quietly through the urine and burnt rubber smelling air. One final glance upwards gave me a closer look at the filthy windows of the dimly lit upstairs, I wondered to myself if possibly the owner lived up there. I certainly couldn’t or more aptly wouldn’t, especially as a series of sirens blasted from somewhere in the distance, police giving chase to some criminal.

The worn wooden boards groaned in protest beneath my weight leaving me concerned that at any moment they may give in and send me crashing to the floor below. Not that I had to worry of injury or death, still something about this place left me feeling worried. Especially as I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the empty parking lot.

Was I unwittingly setting myself up for failure, did I truly intend to invest my monies into this white elephant? I didn’t know. The closer to the door I came, the more I couldn’t seem to quiet my mind. Nor could I discern my reasoning for even having come to this desolate part of the city. Irritably I reached for the door and gave it a push, the loud strains of the pulsating music slamming against my ears and intermixing with the sounds of men and women attempting to talk through their drunken haze.

I hadn’t thought it possible, but the inside was worse for wear, the scent of mold, stale cigarette smoke and spilt alcohol intermixing into a nauseating combination. How could these obviously loyal patrons stand this place, I quietly wondered, glancing around in disdain for the uncouth owner. My vision falling upon the obese biker who at the moment stood in a corner lasciviously looking at a thick blond. I imagined whatever he had said to her made her cringe, as she dropped her vision to the ground. The brief musing quickly dispelled as she flirtatiously giggled and walked away.

“You Marcel?” his gravelly voice assaulted my ears as his rotten breath assaulted my nose. Inquisitively I looked upon the overweight man, his hair covered stomach hung from beneath the too small leather vest. Quickly I invaded his thoughts in an attempt to discern what I was contending with, a faint smile crossing my lips. It was as I suspected from his uneducated greeting, the man was as dimwitted as a cow and I suspected a cow would be more intelligent.

“Whad’da ya think of the place?” he questioned, his fat wet tongue sliding unconsciously from his mouth and hurriedly grabbing some unknown morsel from the thick course hair on his face. In disgust I looked at him, fighting the urge to run as quickly as I could from this trap.

I nearly gagged as the foul man inclined his face towards my own, the scent of rotting teeth and a serious lack of hygiene engulfing me. “To be honest man, I need to get the fuck outta this place and quick,” he mumbled trying to keep his voice low. “I got the pigs on my ass so if you want it I would be more than willing to give it to ya dirt cheap.” He finished, looking about uncomfortably.

Thoroughly disgusted I was just about to decline him, when a cool rush of air and the loud laughter of women drew my attention towards the door.

The sounds must have caught Jayden's attention as well, for when I looked towards him his attention was focused in the same direction. When did he arrive? I Silently wondered, privately wishing he had been here earlier, for I desired his opinion on the place.

If I had been capable of breathing it would have caught in my throat and my heart would have stopped as my vision fell upon the young blond. This was the reason I was here this dreadful night, as Arianne had promised so many years before. I would meet the one of my future. I was enthralled to say the least and made up my mind then and there that I would take the place. With a quiet whisper to the disgusting sod, he hurried away his heavy footfalls, thundering across the floor as he made his way towards the back to gather the paper work that would transfer ownership to me.

“This place is so seedy,” the brunette on the right whispered unsurely as she glanced about in nervousness at the surroundings.

“Who cares, I see plenty worth hanging around for,” the red head predatorily growled, her sharp gaze landing squarely upon my dear Jayden.

“I don’t see why you even bother getting dressed Meggie…” The object of my attention giggled, her voice seemingly shattering the moment it hit the air. Each crystalline piece shooting through me and ensnaring my soul.

My legs felt unusually heavy as I took a tentative step forward, humor twinkling in my eyes as Jayden did his best to lure the leggy red head. Although her intense gaze in his direction told me he did not need to use his charms against her, for the look of blatant sexual hunger was plainly visible on her face.

Our gazes met, my dark chocolate and her icy blue. The dim red light highlighting her porcelain skin, she smiled ever so faintly and I wondered if she too knew. Her heartbeat, its steady rhythm echoing through my own body. As I lost myself within her softness, her warmth. My personal angel, the thought was startling to even I yet I knew without a doubt this was the only in which could save me. The only that would keep the darkness at bay, my one and only love in this eternal life.

I was enchanted, her thoughts her beauty intoxicating my very being. As I forced my legs to obey my will and move forward. Suddenly the air changed in aroma, the pungent, nauseating odor fading into the nearly over powering scent of night blooming Jasmine. Arianne’s signature, in the depths of my mind I knew she was here. Her invisable hand pushing me forward. Destiny would take it’s course…

Fallen

2010-04-16T08:56:00.000-07:00

Warnings: really none other than some romantic explanations.

Lightning streaked across the darkened sky, it was nearing sun rise and yet she knew it would not come. With trembling legs she pushed forward, why had she been sent on this mission, sent to rid this plane of the darkness it inhabited? Fat drops of water rained down upon her skin and clothes, yet she remained dry. The fog barely seeming to seperate as she made her way towards her destination.

Her vision resting upon the entry, sadness engulfed her heart, suddenly realizing why she had been chosen it was her destiny to guard this land for eternity and the only way possible was to fall…

The sweet and pungent scent of Jasmine engulfed his senses, captured his attention a slow wicked smile spreading over his face. So the creator had sent a female to do the bidding, his stomach churned with hunger a hunger that only the blood of an angel would satiate. It had been what cursed him and it had been that same sweet flavor that had led him to ravage the earth, search the planes for just such. Yes he grew excited, could not wait to bury his fangs into her soft neck, drain every last drop from her body, quell this aching need. How long had it been? at least 500 years since he’d last been drunk off the celestial blood.

Arianne swallowed down at the rising fear, the urge to run; even if she had she could never regain entrance to the heavens, doomed to wander aimlessly about the earth until its final destruction. Tears clustered on her lower lashes as she stepped through the heavy gate and slowly made her way towards the mouth of the cave.

She could feel him there, sensed his true desire and it pained her, the heavy scent of damp earth and fragrant oil encompassing her as she entered.

“Do not fear me dear, celestial one,” Armand hissed from the shadows of the cave, his body tensing with need as his vision fell upon her form. Surprise coursing through him as his desire turned from destruction to the ultimate need to possess her. Soft pale white hair fell about her shoulders, dewy pearly skin glowing within the darkness of the cave. Hungrily he sniffed at the air, her scent intoxicating him all the more.

Arianne cringed at the sound of his voice what she knew was soon to come, still she stepped forward, “I do not fear you nor do I fear the reason for my being here,” she whispered her voice echoing hollowly through the empty cavern.

It was time for her to become just what she was destined, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and her vision fell upon him. She sucked in a deep breath of surprise, long black hair fell about his bare shoulders, a stark contrast to the paleness of his skin. Cold greenish blue eyes peered lustfully and hungrily into her very being, yes she would fall and she would fall hard.

She glided effortlessly across the stone floor a lamb to the slaughter; towards him, his body reacting in ways it had never before to another. He longed to possess her, feel her coursing through his blood and tonight would not be enough. No this one he fully intended to keep for eternity, his bride she would become…

Stealthily he moved towards her, excitement shooting through him at the thought of what was to come, a gift in the event he released a portion of his hold. She cringed as his hand wrapped about her shaking shoulders, for reasons unbeknown to him he reached up and caressed her silken cheek.

The feel of her warm skin under his cold hand shooting fire throughout his body, aroused he gazed hungrily into her frightened eyes. There was no denying he wanted her and needed her with a force he’d never known before and it took all his strength to not toss her to the soft animal skins on the floor and take. “You need not fear me angel, I assure you it will not hurt for long,” he whispered gently, as soothingly as he possibly could.

She shuddered at the sound of his voice, the images he projected and the one piece that had eluded her until this moment had finally become clear. “I do not want this,” she whimpered but it was too late, the words lost against his mouth as his lips pressed down upon hers. Tears streamed over her cheeks as heat built within her abdomen, blinding need shot through her veins settling into a dull ache in parts she’d never given thought to before.

His hands skimmed over her arms, her breasts as his mouth explored hers, she could not withhold the moan that worked its way out. Suddenly she was lifted, his hands cupping her hips as he molded her body to his, a gasp of pain and pleasure echoing through the room as he buried that part of him within her, sank his fangs into her neck…
When she next came to she lay on soft animal skins her body aching and weak, rolling her head to the side she grimaced as she came face to face with him, shyness engulfing her as she remembered what had occured, felt the bareness of her stomach.
She fought back the sorrowful sob that welled within her, “what have I done?” she mournfully whispered hot tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes. Her words muffled as he covered her lips with his wrist.
“Drink,” he ordered, his voice echoing ethereally through both the cave and her body. “My angel you are mine forever…”
His words echoed hauntingly through the cavern, settled heavily against her heart as she did so. The thought of what now grew within her lurching her stomach. She hated Armand, loathed herself and more disturbing lost all respect for the creator and their decision, she was damned. Then and there she began to formulate her plan. One day she would be rid of him, one day she would be free and when that day came she would rule. Her eyes flew open as the taste of her blood and his intermixed upon her tongue, a prophecy from her would come…

Jayden Alatoré

2009-10-13T18:42:00.000-07:00

Jayden Alatoré Pronounciation: Jah-Den...Al-uh-Tore-Ay

Born: the third day of the third week of the first month of summer solstice... 1208

Age: 801 years old (2009)

Parents: (?)

Creature Status: Vampire??? or is he??? could he truly be something different, perhaps something altogether unknown? Only time will tell.

Song(s): Lost, Avenged Sevenfold~Bush, Mouth~Nirvana, All Apologies ~ Cant leave out, Figured You Out, Nickleback

Story:

You think I haven’t loved? well I have, so don’t give me any shit about being so harsh and unwilling towards Lydie. There just doesn’t seem to be a point behind it, yeah sure I have finally realized, much to the detriment of my own heart that the damned female has wormed her way in. Hell Carter’s daughter no matter what the fuck she is, has filled me with nothing but pure unadulterated need and it’s killing me. Especially after that kiss, so Lyd if you are reading this; know that the moment I get you back, there is absolutely nothing that is going to stop me from doing what I have wanted since that first night. Oh yeah, I should probably let you know that wasn’t a dream… Your taste and the feel of your skin… Damn I am getting excited just thinking about it.

Damnation must you mortals look so horrified and disgusted? I am a vampire after all, speaking of I must take a moment and just because I like to watch you squirm I am going to tell you, “Adjust…Myself.” Come on now if I really wanted I could offer a night beyond your wildest dreams; but before you get your panties all knotted up, I won’t because I am unfortunately in love with my sire’s daughter. Now in exchange for your losses I offer this instead, I will tell you my story just do not interrupt or else I will most certainly walk away and never look back…

I do not know my father, although there is a vague, very vague memory of a man from when I was but two or three max. The only father I have ever truly known being Carter, whom I met late in the eve shortly after my mother’s death…

I see the questions in your eyes and before you bother interrupting I will get to it. Seriously don’t piss me off because I would much rather be out there searching for my Lyd than sitting here wasting precious darkness.

Carter raised me from three years of age, twelve seasons if you must be era correct; raised me as his own son which provided me comforts to rival even the kings of the damned mortals, although at that time I had been one. The finest of clothes, carriages, hunters and women were at my fingertips from the moment I grew an affinity towards them. I was a noble, in all aspects known as the motherless son of Lord Carter Marcellus, given entrance to the most elite of the taverns without so much as a sideways glance.

Man how I miss the good old days, when you could walk in take a seat and a tavern wench seemed to appear right before you with a full mug of ale and if you were me, a tumble in a dark corner or the back room. Yeah I have it and I know how to use it, always have. Too bad I just don’t have the inclination for any other than Lydie; lately, Bayside has been flush with some ripe apples just begging to be plucked.

Really now, you seriously have some major prince charming issue’s if you think that I don’t see what’s around me. Thick, thin, pretty, horse faced it’s all the same when you are in the bedroom with the lights out and you have a constant hard on.

Back on schedule because I have an appointment with that fucking dusk dog, damned you Carter for forcing this shit on me.

So…

I lived the highlife for years, enjoyed women, sport, finery and more women until that fateful morning as I stood in the middle of the field to the east of Carter's castle, my heart scarcely beating as I waited with bated breath. Listened intently to the birds as they quickened their songs of calling to the sun, my favorite time of the day, that magical soul encompassing moment when the earth was suddenly washed in light. The tinkling sound of shattered crystal filling my entire being while I watched in awe as the sun rose into the sky. There I stood relishing every blasted moment of the majestic rise of the sun, by all means believing I was alone, until I caught scent of a something different. Yeah… yeah… yeah… I lied get over it! Sure I told Lydie I didn’t miss the sun, but I do, so there you learned some new bullshit about me. But I downright refuse to let you make me feel guilty or remorseful, I made my choice and I still stand by it; so what, I cannot ever experience the warmth of the rays or the scent of the air just before day break again. If you live as long as I then you learn to deal with it, but being a mortal somehow I doubt it.

Unless you want to be changed?...

Some New Characters and A few previews too...

2009-10-06T23:13:00.000-07:00

Alaine... A female with many secrets and surprises... My own creation 80) Well sim wise, hair, skin clothes no...
Actually in an odd way she is rather pretty... Not so sure of the hair though. 80)Really just a scenery shot... But I liked it, built it in less than 20 minutes...
Ok these are the three originals, Zyon prounounced ZZ On in his arms Yone, pronounced EE Ahn a and their daughter Ziyone, prounounced ZZ I Aahna (Does that make sense? LOL!)Next few are just from flagrant playing around in photoshop and enjoying some different angles with Zyon and Yone... Can you guess who I used for Yone??? and I am sure someone will recognize Zyon although he is a sim that wasnt of my own creation... 80)
Ok one more of the happy family, LOL! yes I know Zyon's dont match Yone or Ziyone Now I know there is one out their that knows this sim, (my own creation previously unseen except...) LOL! Ziyone, I think she is really pretty in a fairy type way... Very youthful... But I like her definately one of my fav's... 80) Now SPOILER TIME!!!Hmmm.... Just what are Carter and Jay discussing??? (Actual screens from the upcoming chapter) well truthfully they could make the cutting room floor. LOL!

Yeah, I think this one will be cut but still full of emotional value... 80)

Ok maybe I am just strange but I actually like this shot, the look on Jays face, Carters pensive stance... LOL!

Ok Computer still acting up but I am trying desperately to get this next update up before it crashes... Which is looking good despite one small meltdown of sorts regarding a missing notepad that contains all the of the next chapter in which I havent transposed yet. Thank the SPIRITS/FATES that it was found...

Hmmm... In the same place I looked about twenty times last night, but I am grateful it is back 80)

Daywalkers

2009-10-05T21:42:00.000-07:00

Daywalkers

An army of pure light souls created by Luciene to protect the mortals from NW’s children of love, justice and light. Do not need to feed on humans, they can eat regular food, but they are capable of extracting and retracting their fangs as needed, only bite mortals who are of pure dark souls if they come across them committing a crime of severe nature, (These mortals are a danger, when they die they can become a NW)

Traits

Mind Control
Telepathy
Healing Power for any and all injured
Infinite life
Slow healing depending on injury severe injuries can take 100 years to heal.

When a Daywalker dies their soul returns to Altoriah waiting to be united with their body, there is a strict time frame of 24 hours before the soul is irretrievable at which point it will become a light hollow and join others in the sun to continue the life of the star. If they are found before the 24 hours the body is immediately transported to the realm where the healing begins… They will not awaken until their body is in essence reborn… When the healing has completed…

Methods of Death

Head severed
Soul Stolen by NW
Not be reunited to their soul/body within 24 hours of mortal death

Lupusnox Female, Goddesses (RARE)

2009-10-05T21:40:00.000-07:00

Female Lupusnox Rare

Female Lupusnox are masters of their craft, the most sought after and most powerful sages/priestess’s there are other than Luciene and Zyon. Even Armand is no match to their powers. Because of their superior powers they are the chosen trainers of the Daywalkers. Spending 100 years with the DW’s to train them on how to mask their true identity to help avoid detection by the NW’s. As well they are trained in the art of magic, how to cast spells and use the lights energy to aide them in their endeavors. Including traveling between the earthen realm and Altoriah and communicating with one another from anywhere in the realms.

Abilities

Masters of all magic
Protection
Seduction
Mind reading
Infinite Life

Methods of Death

None (ALL)

Being the females holographically project themselves from the safety of their realm there is little to be done to kill them. But should they trust in one enough to be around in corporeal form then they are weak to the elements and can be easily killed.

Lupusnox Male (Rare)

2009-10-05T21:37:00.000-07:00

Male Lupusnox Rare

Male Lupusnox are taken from their families no later than the age of five to begin rigorous day and night training to master the fighting techniques. 300 years are spent training. Protector’s of the Altoriah Realm and the Daywalkers… Extremely fierce but capable of love and friendship. When they receive a charge they will stop at nothing even death to protect.

Abilities

Mind Control
Energy Power, (Can gather up energy and use it as a fire bomb type thing)
Masters of Fighting
Basic spells
Infinite Life

Methods of Death

Heart pierced by Silver

Male Lupus can not be injured by anything other than silver making them prime candidates for the protectors and sages of the DW’s. When and if they do die, their souls return to the earth to run free as a wolf.

Nightwalker AKA Night

2009-10-05T21:27:00.001-07:00

Nightwalkers

An army of Dark Souls that once possessed Celestial Blood, using dark magic Armand chose the strongest and changed them to NW’s to amass an army to do his bidding. Their soul purpose, terrorize mortals and kill Daywalkers. Children of hate, evil and loathing…

Traits

Mind control
Dark Magic
Infinite life
Quick healing between 1-2 hours depending on severity of injury…
Ability to change Mortals as seen fit

Methods of death

To have their soul taken by a DW (One Bite Immobilizes)
Heart Pierced
Head Severed

When they die they return to the Cimmerian as Dark Hollows, suffer for the crimes they have committed, as a dark hollow they take pleasure in tormenting the young and old… Frightening them and in rare instances can cause a mortal to go crazy with hallucinations.