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Originall posted by: Caer Ibormeith
Name: Gareth
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Undine
Appearance: Gareth had always been shorter than most guys and still struggled to cease being vertically challenged all through high school. He is still only 5'7". His white-blond hair and wide pale green-blue eyes make him stick out, especially with his tanned skin. He tends to wear long sleeve shirts and hoodies, only to shove his sleeves up above his elbows constantly. Plain jeans (with plenty of pockets), a pair of sunglasses and comfortable shoes that he can kick off in a second complete his day to day attire.
Background:
Gareth was born of a young woman who fell in love with a man she saw daily near the eddy that was part of the cove she lived in. (After spending a night in the passionate throes of each other's arms) she discovered he was an Undine and left the sea behind. Only after discovering she came back to find out that the eddy had been disturbed and polluted.
She raised her son on her own, keeping close to the ocean or other bodies of water, hoping that sticking to bodies of water would be better for her child. But being raised in these sorts of places there weren't many people for Gareth to make friends with, so he is shy and pretty much a loner.
Shortly after graduating high school a hurricane struck and his mother had been caught outside. After long months in the hospital she spoke her last words, saying that she thought she had heard his father's voice. Gareth decided to move far away from the sea and attend a college where he would study computers and radar systems for ships. The only thing in his way was the powers that seemed to come from nowhere after his mother's death.
Abilities/Weapons:
-He has a psycho kinetic relationship with water in all three of it's forms (ice/snow, water and steam/fog). He's very jerky with his movements and his aim sucks terribly, but these powers are still very new to him.
-He's able to tell if there are Undines around, even if he cannot see them.
-Carries a butterfly knife about 8-9" long, unfolded. However clumsy he is with powers, he's quite skilled at flicking the knife around and his aim is deadly (even though the blade is not).
Weaknesses:
-He is obviously very uncomfortable around fire. It makes his skin very red fast, (when he's around bonfires and the like...hot days too) although he doesn't get sunburn.
-Not good with bright light. Constantly carries sunglasses. His sleeping pattern is usually nocturnal as well.

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Originally Posted by: Larrin
Name: Leon Aos si
Age: ageless as the seasons
Gender: male
Race: Sidhe (faerie)
Appearance: ice blue eyes, short ice white hair, healthy pink skin. when not glamoured his aers are long and pointed, but usually he opperates in the guise of a human.
Background:
Leon is a lord in the Winter court of the Fae. His job through out the ages has been to find mortals willing to bargain for talent. The bargains range from granting one good recital for a glass of milk (mmmmmmm......milk) to an unearthly 'once in a generation' talent that redefines a genre for the small price of the talent driving the prodigy mad and dying young. Leon is fairly cold hearted, only interested in the mortals making beautiful music and art, their lives beyond that are meaningless. The deals are breakable, but result in complete loss of any talent or future success.

Abilities/Weapons:
Leon has the natural talents of the fae, glamors to create illusions/invisibility, the ability to slip from place to place unnoticed and crossing great distances in the blink of an eye, ridiculous luck (which isn't actually luck, its magic). Being a lord of the winter court also grants him authority over lesser fae that still haunt the world, giving him eyes and ears everywhere. He also has the power to grant pacts with mortals, unlocking their connection with the Muses...for a price. Also as a sidhe, he's pretty much excellent at any 'mortal' task he can be bothered to attempt.

Weaknesses:
Cold Iron really messes up fae magic, and can be used to ward off faeries with ease (horse shoes over a doorway). Leon cannot abide the touch of iron, and weapons of iron affect him as if he were mortal (other weapons are significantly less effective). Leon must make every effort to keep up his end of any bargain or promise he makes, or lose a large chunk of his power as a result. He also observes all the 'rules' of dealing with mortals (don't enter dwellings without an invitation, no revealing the faerie world to mortals, not interfering with mortal politics and law enforcement etc.) because its the classy thing to do.

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Originally Posted by: Nessa

Name:Nessa

Age:Unknown

Gender:Female

Race:Elf/Vampire

Appearance: Nessa stands at 5"4. She has long dusty black hair and violet blue eyes. Her skin tone i caramel and soft. She is normally wearing black pants as well as boots and light shorrt sleeve shirts or tank tops.

Background:
Nessa was born into a well off elven family. Her father was part of the high council and held great pride in his family and race. When Nessa was what humans would consider 19 she went out to the woods late at night. She did not realize how far she had gone when she encountered her first vampire. Little did she know this was one of the feral vampires. Overpowering her he bit her, however he did not let her die. SHe became one of them, taking on the eyecolor of the royal family and transforming into an enemy of her family. She attempted to return to her family however upon realizing her transformation she was banished from the woods never to return. Since then she has been on her own. Making her way through the shadows each night...her story ever changing

Abilities/Weapons:
Although Nessa was elven as she developed and became more and more comfortable with her vampire side many of her elven abilities diminished but now leaving her totally. She has a very high level of agility and her sight and senses remain strong. She is telepathic and can bring fog and rain. Where as she is a vampire she is still an elf and does not possess all the qualities a vampire will however that side stands out more.

Weaknesses: The sunlight...can be killed.

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Originally Posted by: DungeonMaster

Name: Exile (his true name is not pronouncable by any being that cannot speak the language of flame)
Age: 2073 years
Gender: Male
Race: Incendiary
Appearance: Exile has a layer of thick black shifting rock plates as his skin, and even his face is covered by them. The only exposed area of his body is his eyes, which burn a hot red, filled with burning magma. In the middle of his chest, a diamond 3" around and flawlessly cut gives off an eerie red glow. Often, he will wear seveal layers of clothing to ward off the cold of even the hottest summer days, but occasionally, they will cause his outer shell to revert, and he'll burn them off and harden once more.
Background: Exile was once no more than a melted clump of rock, with no soul. But one day, a diamond began to form inside of this clump, and the massive pressure around him trapped a passing soul. such is the birth of an incendiary. However, he never lost the diamond, and as such, he stood out, even amongst his fellow elementals. The government of his people was tyrannical and corrupt, led by the strongest, oldest incendiary within the magma chamber. One day, the ruler caught Exile speaking of his ideas, which were more or less a democratic system of ideas. The ruler did not like these speeches, so he challenged Exile to a duel. The first one to be expelled from the top of the volcano was the loser. Exile accepted, as he had no other choice, and after he accepted, the ruler took the opportunity to add a small condition. The loser could never return. So he was expelled from the volcano by a much larger and stronger incendiary. He began his journay through the cold world then, seeking a new place of dwelling. before he knew what he had stepped into, he found himself deep in the heart of New Haven. What he saw frightened him, so he remains in hiding when he can.
Abilities/Weapons:
Weaknesses: Submersion is water is fatal to an incendiary, and he is also weak against many forms of regular attacks, as long as they can survive the journey through the magma and force his inner fire to escape. These are the only two ways to kill an incendiary, aside from launching them into space, where they immediately become solid rock and the soul escapes back into the nether. Also, his quick temper is a weakness, in the sense that he gets enraged over the smaller insult or trespass.

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Originally Posted by: DungeonMaster

Name: Shii-Kah-Mii
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Background: He is a monk of the Order of Iron Roots, a balancer of nature. He is supposed to keep the order of nature as it should be until his body has skin "as tough as the ironwood tree" as old Iron roots put it. He was abandoned as a baby on the edge of the forest where iron Roots lives. He was raised learning the arts of natural magic, and the martial arts. They are his tools for protecting the balance, but he was always told "temperance and wisdom are the hardest fists any Bark Warrior can carry with him. Do not lose your wit." He is very philosophical, and will resort to diplomacy before violence, but if violence comes, he will be prepared. he has never killed a man, but he was told that before he would return, he would have stained his hands with the blood of many men. This idea scares him, and he finally reached new Haven last night... don't let his shy nature and simple brown robes fool you, he's as sly as a fow and as fast as an elk...
Abilities/Weapons: Years of honed training has given him the ability to defend himself with the martial arts. also, he holds the magic of nature at his side, able to heal himself (as well as others) and summon food from the air, as just some examples. His fists are strong enough to break a block of concrete, but the rest of his body has yet to recieve that level of training. He is naturally growing an immunity to natural poisons, and as his life goes on, he needs less and less sleep. His training has equipped him with the maximum potential for normal human strength, stamina, and agility.
Weaknesses: He cannot commit a chaotic act. Also, he is afraid to kill, and will subdue (and flee) before he results to killing. Also, he talks too much. This results in him moving last ion any combat scenario, as he is taken aback at the sight of violence. He is also terribly afraid of fire, though he does not recall why.

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Originally Posted by: Lucas Parker

Name: Lucas Parker
Age: Appears as a 60-year-old man in human form, and when he shifts, more as a 25-year-old, but at any rate, he's immortal.
Race: Vampire/Lycanthrope (Werewolf)
Gender: Male
Background: Lucas was formerly a resident of Ravenloft, but due to unfortunate circumstances, the mists rose one morning and he found himself in new haven. He appears as an old man due to an illusion that was placed over him with the curses that he carries. When he was 60, he trespassed on gypsy land, and the head gypsy of the camp stared him down with the evil eye, and then gave him a reading of his future purely by divination, with no tools involved. She said that that very night he would find death on the high moor. He was gutsy as a mortal, and in his living days, he was quite the warrior. He made his way out into he fields and onto the high moor, awaiting the supposed death that was to take him. He was attacked by a pack of wolves, getting bitten and killing all but the alpha wolf, who fled, injured, onto the high moor. Weakened by his battle, he sat down to patch his bites and found the death that the gypsy had fortold. Strahd, vampire lord of the land, was out hunting that night, and he saw the weakened Lucas, feeding off of him. just before Lucas's final breath was drawn, Strahd looked deep into his eyes and promised him a life eternal, a life of servitude. He died there on the high moor, but by some magic, he awoke the next morning, slowly turning in the mid-day sun. The werewolf that had bitten him had given him an inhuman endurance, enough to carry on until Strahd gripped him. As he wandered toward the nearby gypsy camp, the mists rose up around him, and soon enough, he found himself in New Haven.
Abilities/Weapons: Shapeshift (Only one form, which resembles a werewolf with red eyes and overly huge canines and naturally fitting gothic plate-mail. This form is the form of a Darklord, the cross between a werewolf and a vampire.); Natural weaponry while shifted, otherwise, he uses his environment as a weapon, improvising as he goes; in times of dire need, he can take a misty form, where his body becomes vaporous (This is not a controlled skill, but rather, a vampiric instinct); blinding speed and insanely ehanced strength while shifted. Damage resistance against weapons not on his weakness list. He wears strange dark metal armor, enchanted and placed upon him by Ravenloft. it cannot be removed and it shirfts with him when he shifts. Aside from making him stand out in a crowd, the armor serves as a constant connection with the nightmare plane, allowing strahd to take him over at a moment's notice. It is good armor, and will stop most blows, unless they are from a gun or a similar projectile weapon.
Weaknesses: Mirrors, holy water, running water, sunlight, and crosses harm him, though he is particularly partial to garlic, and eats it in unhealthy quantity. He is also weak against silver, wolf'sbane, and of course stakes (which paralyze him, but do not kill him). If he is staked with a silver stake, he will perish and fade to a pile of ashen cinders. The occasional take-over of strahd is never good for the people around Lucas, and rarely is it good for him. Also, his shifting is not without conditional triggers. While controlled, he will shift. If he sees blood, he will shift.
Special note: if he shifts because he saw blood, but did not get taken over, he keeps full control, though he must fight his beastly urges, which mostly center around killing, and occasionally other things that would interest a wolf, like searching for a pack or mating... aside from that and the strength and speed increases, he is perfectly the same character in either form.

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Originally Posted by: DungeonMaster
Name: Mephisto, Emissary of Darkness
Race: Ghost
Age: 6 Centuries
Gender: Male during life
Background: Mephisto was a cruel, evil man. he kept slaves, and often, he would torture them in every imaginable way, finally killing them to rid himself of the evidence of his crimes. He lived in the lad of Ravenloft from his birth. When he grew to the age of 20, he grew an incessant need to laugh, though his voice grew low, whispering, and grating. Soon enough, someone insulted him because of his voice. He flew into a twisted rage, strangling the man to death. The land felt his passionate deed of evil, and rewarded him for it in a way as twisted as his actions. He was gifted a ring, which was magically placed into the pocket of the man he killed. Mephisto didn't think twice before dawning the diamond-encrusted band. With the band came an insatiable hunger for violence. He had to hurt things as often as he could touch them, in the hopes that he would be gifted more. The very next night, he left his home, going to the city hall and asking for a visit with the mayor. When in the mayor's chambers, he began to listen to the mayor. When the mayor grew comfortable enough to turn his back, Mephisto took up his letter opening dagger and slit his throat, painting the mirror with his blood. Again, the land felt his purely evil intent, and it fed him, nurturing its new prodigy. His voice changed once more, having a voice that inspired fear. But with it came a weakness, his teeth roted from his mouth, and though he was still in his youth, his skin took a gray shade, like that of a ghoul. His hair fell out, and his tongue grew in length, growing black. He didn't care about gifts anymore. He felt angry and betrayed by the land, and he flew into an uncontrollable rage, destroying the office and setting it afire. he burned down the town, killing many people. When the husbands came home from their late night work, they found the only survivor, the now unrecognizable Mephisto. They chased him with torches and pitchforks to the edge of a cliff, where they intended for him to jump or be gutted by the mob. It was here that he gained his final gift. As he jumped to escape, his soul left his body, and the ring came with his soul solid, but irremovable from his being. It whispered to the grotesque ghost, telling him to go back and haunt the villagers. So for 600 years, he haunted the villagers, taking their misery in like glasses of the finest wine. As a ghost, he gained the ability to move freely through solid objects, as well as to fly or delve int the deepest depths of the ocean. he could see clearly in the darkness, and he used these skills to terrify. One night, he was out terrifying the town, and he saw Lucas in the field. Lucas had been one of his prime hauntees, as it had been his ancestor who had been the mayor he had so viciously murdered. He grew close to Lucas, and watched him die. When the mists rose, he decided to stay with them, travelling where the land would have him go to reek terror upon the new lands.
Abilities/Weapons: Mephisto Has an evil voice, which inspires fear in those who have weak hearts. Also, as a ghost, he can move freely through any material and can fly. His face is terrifying in nature, though transparent as ghosts often are. His main weapon is fear, causing most of his victims to die of heart attacks. If he has to, he can reach through a person, using the cold ectoplasm of his form to cause them pain. Once they've been exposed to his touch, they are weakened in their will, and are much more likely to be afraid. Also, the ring has magical properties of its own. It has telepathic communication with him, and clairvoyance, so that it can look ahead of him and guide his movement to those with weakened hearts.

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Originally Posted by: DungeonMaster

(This character is out of the D&D version 2 book, titled Ravenloft)
Name: Strahd Von Zarovich
Age: 400 years
Race: Vampire
Appearance: Stahd is a tall man, standing 6'1". His body is lean and hardened from long years as a warrior. His face is gaunt, with strong features and prominent cheekbones. His eyes are dark and hypnotic, like deep pools with subtle reflections of red light at the bottom. When aroused or enraged, his eyes burn like red hot coals. His skin is usually pale, though it becomes flushed with each feeding, and it retains its healthy color for several hours. His fangs are not noticable unless he wants them to be so, and his ears are slightly pointed, though he may comceal it by combing his hair over the tips. He dresses in elegant clothing, mainly black with hints of red and white. The only red piece he wears in a blood red cross which hangs about his neck. He wears a trailing black cape with a standing collar thatrises past the tips of his ears.
Weapons/Abilities:
1. Spell Usage in the area of necromancy. He can raise the dead as his servants, and can cast spells that manipulate or create death.
2. Flying at will
3. Charm Gaze
4. Life draining touch: When Strahd is stiking with his bare hand or feeding, he may leech the life force from his victim slowly.
5. Soul Sword: so long as Strahd's cold iron blade survives, he will respawn near it in a fresh body after being slain, and he will do everything in his power to get it back.
6. Master Vampire: As an elder vampire, he has created many fledglings over the years, most of them female. These are his "brides", though he cares nothing for them. They have all the weaknesses and strengths of a typical mythic vampire.
Weaknesses:
Strahd has only 2 weaknesses, aside from direct sunlight (not UV radiation, but actual, whole sunlight, with all its differing elements. The first of these is his ego, as he is so powerful that he cannot concede even to himself that a mere mortal could kill him. The second of these weaknesses is his love for Tatyana, his lost love. Her fate was never discerned, and her body never found. She brings emotion into his soul, as does any woman that looks like her. She had long, dark hair, dark eyes, and a slim, short body.
Background (The short version of the summary): Strahd was a warrior in life, squandering his youth on war, and soon he found himsef bitter and past his youth. Constantly, he brooded about his death. Strahd loved a girl whose name was Tatyana, and she was a simple village girl. However, his brother Sergei held her heart, so he could not have her. So powerful was his envy that he made a pact with a dark power, far beyond his understanding, though he claims the pact was made with Death itself. He sealed the pact with his brother's blood. Tatyana spurned him, and he pursued her, attempting to explain himself until she dove off of the battlements of Strahd's castle. Her body was never recovered. Prior to his fall from grace, Strahd had been a mage of mediocre skill, though after he became undead, he had nothing better to do with his time but to toy around with the forces of death. He dedicated himself to necromancy for 400 years. He still chases Tatyana to this day...

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Originally Posted by: icebrinker

Name: lari sutsui
age: 18
gender: female
race: druid
appearance: 6 feet, long brown hair, blue eyes, tan skin, shorts and a t-shirt
background: has only a mom and dad, lived in a village most of my life, was attacked by monsters when little
abilites/weapons: knows how to speak to wildlife. She owns a dagger, and a staff. She is able to heal small injuries.
weaknesses: shadows, nighttime