Know Your Enemy [Rated T/OT][Accepting]

Rules:

+ No god-modding.
+ No OOC fights. Take it to the PM system if you can't handle it the mature way.
+ Romance is okay, but there is a line. Don't cross it. And don't let it become the plotline.
+ You can have as many characters as you prefer, just make sure you can keep up with them all.
+ I reserve the right to change the Rules at any time.
+ No one-liners. If you read the Rules, put 'Fate doesn't choose favourites, it doesn't like anyone' in your first post. I want at least a paragraph per post.
+ Grammar is wonderful. Don't forget to use it.
+ As for swearing, it's fine just don't ******* use it ******* after every ******* word you ******* say.
+ You are not indestructable. I don't care who you are, you're gonna get hurt at some point. Don't let your pride get in the way of that.
+ Stick to the plot of the RP.
+ Try to keep the amount of vampires and werewolves even.
+ There is only one demon, and one witch. Once they're taken, that's that.
+ If you have any questions about the older brother, younger sister, witch, or demon, or just anything, PM me them, and I'll answer them to my best ability.

Placements:

Special:
Demon: Lewis Yuca - Sparky Dono
Witch: Siri Azri - Magus1108
Older Brother: Reserved Velox
Younger Sister: Eniri - hmZm

Other:

Vampires:
1. Marcus Calvaria - hmZm
2. Reserved nando_c_s
3. Reserved TokoToTheEnd


Werewolves:
1. Freya Rainsparks - hmZm
2. Reserved TokoToTheEnd



Character Sheet:

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Age[Appearance then Actual]:
Species[Demon, Witch, Vampire, Werewolf]:
Personality:
Appearance:
History:
Thoughts on the current situation:
Other:

Accepted Characters:

Username: hey_mai_Zukos_mine

Name: Eniri [Unkown Last Name]

Gender: Female

Age: Appearance: 18 Actual: 18

Species: Vampire

Personality: Eniri is very natural when it comes to being a vampire. She can achieve things easily, without having to work hard. By age 7, she already had communication and transformation with bats as perfected as any average vampire would. She's great with coming up with plans and such on the spot and even under pressure. The older vampires knew from the start she was something else. If she keeps advancing at this rate, there's no telling just what she could do in a hundred years or so. She's self-confident, and doesn't believe in giving up. Definitely a leaderly type when she needs to be, and she likes to figure things out. She works well with others, which is very rare in a vampire. However, Eniri has her faults as would any. Not even vampires can be perfect. Eniri can let her emotions blind her, and sometimes she lets her temper get to her.

As for for her style in hunting, Eniri is a very patient hunter. She usually draws her chosen prey in, instead of just attacking on the spot as most do. Eniri believes hunting is an art rather than a game. For her, humans are too easy to manipulate. The majority of them are oblivious and not all that bright. She sees them more as puppets rather than living beings. Just waiting for a vampire like Eniri to come along and take hold of the strings. For Eniri, if you are going to take a life, do it with excellency and skill.

Appearance: Eniri is 5"6, with slightly curly, raven hair that reaches to just past her shoulders. Her eyes are a variety in multiple shades of silver and light gray, a starlit explosion in her irises. Her skin is flawlessly pale, as any vampire's is. Her high cheekbones give her a somewhat elegant appearance, but the fangs pressing against her lower lip make it more frighteningly beautiful. Though only a supernatural being's eyes could catch it, Eniri has a scar tracing from behind her ear to the base of her neck. When she was fifteen, her temper got herself into a fight with Marcus. It was stopped before anything could really happen, but the two still don't talk much. Clothing-wise, with Eniri it's always something black with intricate designing. Usually underneath a floor-length, faded black leather coat with the collar up.

History: Eniri's earliest memories begin with the vampires when she was five. She can't really remember anything of her family, which is probably why she doesn't really miss them. In her first months with the vampires she remembers being absolutely terrified. All she had to protect her from her fears of these horrifying creatures was her year older brother. When the vampires had the two children start on their diet in hopes that they could become one of them, Eniri's older brother had fallen deathly sick. Obvious that he was useless to them, the vampires abandoned the young boy behind Eniri's back. Eniri was devastated. She had refused to continue with this. But it was too late to stop. She'd already begun the transformation, she couldn't live without blood anymore. As scared as the five-year-old girl was, she swallowed her tears and did as the coven wished. They were all she had as family now. If they deserted her as well, her fangs having not developed yet, she would surely die.

Over the years, she developed much faster than average. She never failed to exceed their every expectation. By age 8, she was already hunting with the older vampires. Her first time hunting, the older vampire Marcus had already begun to hate her for his own various reasons. He made a remark on how pathetic it was to bring a child along. Eniri took him to the ground, snarling. Being a new vampire, she had troubles keeping with her temper. Her only being a small child, Marcus easily had her pinned, and lashed at her neck with a sharp, vampiric nail. This is where she got her scar. If she hadn't recklessly started the fight herself, Marcus might've been kicked from the coven. The two have developed a disliking for each other ever since.

Eniri developed a hatred for humans when Elala, her best friend, was killed by one. The human had been following Elala for some time, and Elala knew it. But once she turned to carry out her plan in killing them before they could her, they got her square in the heart with a long steel stake. She had been careless, and didn't see it coming. Eniri had been the one to find her friend, and that night she developed incredible tracking skills. But she never ended up killing the human. Instead she made sure they lost the ability to walk, and left every inch of them scarred, in the intentions of letting them live a long, and miserable life. Since then she's seen them twice, giving them a warning glare in case they intend to point her out. It's been 2 years since Elala's murder.

Upon turning 17, Eniri's name is now known by vampires everywhere for what she has done. Aided by Marcus, who only did it for his own selfish gain, Eniri took on an entire unit of vampire hunters. The two ended up saving the entire coven, and Eniri had broken the record for the youngest vampire to take on a vampire slayer. And not even that, there had to have been at least 8 of them in that single unit. Because of this, Marcus didn't get a whole lot of light, and thus his hatred darkens once more.

But throughout all her years with the vampire coven, Eniri never went a night without asking the many great vampires in the stars if her older brother was okay. The vampires see it as an unhealthy habit. It's been thirteen years, the young vampiress needed to get over the fact that he probably died that day so many years ago. He was just another pathetic human. It would've taken a miracle for him to live after he failed midway between his transformation. Surely, he had to be dead by now.

Thoughts on the current situation: Eniri has never seen werewolves before. She'd never even heard of them up until now. But since the fighting over territory began, Eniri's had her head filled with how filthy and reckless they are. And that they shame supernatural creatures. And that they should die. Her opinion of them is they are just a bunch of overgrown filthy dogs due to the things she's been told. And she wants to be on the front line in battle. If they are a threat to her coven, she will kill every last one of them.

Other: Still wears the necklace she had on the night she was taken from her human home, and her human life. She believes it belonged to her mother. As stupid as it is, she can't seem to just throw it away.



Username: hey_mai_Zukos_mine

Name: Freya Rainsparks

Gender: Female

Age: Appearance: 21 Actual: 56

Species: Werewolf

Personality: Freya's tough, she's got one hell of an attitude, and lives for the hunt. She's dark-minded, and cunning. Very confident, and doesn't like being told what to do. She's an excellent fighter, and is wild as the wind. She's fun-loving, and hates just sitting around. She's got boundless energy, and is a somewhat optimistic type. She likes causing trouble, and getting into it as well.

Appearance: As a werewolf Freya stands at 7"1, with rusty coloured fur. Her eyes are bright green with gold and silver-ish flecks. As a human she stands at 5"8, with fairly tanned skin and the same bright green eyes only with just the silver-ish flecks. Her hair reaches the middle of her back and is a vivid shade of red with one white streak around her face. She usually just wears whatever's comfortable. She doesn't put much effort into what she wears because she knows it'll only be shredded during transformation. Is easily identifiable as a werewolf, because of the earing in her left ear. It's the one thing that doesn't get completely massacred during transformation. When asked about it, she won't tell. For reason that she doesn't want to be thought weak. The earing belonged to her younger sister.

History: Freya was changed when she was 15. At age 14 her family was slaughtered by a vampire gone crazy with blood and power. She had been on a midnight walk, watching the stars for inspiration. She got home just in time to catch the vampire leaving, they turned and saw her, and in the next instant they were gone. She ran in to find her loved ones in a gruesome mess. What drove her to the point of pure, dead-set hatred, was her little sister Stephanie. Who lay back bent over the railing of the staircase. Staring at her with eyes that were frozen in a state of fear. She was just barely breathing, but the young girl was already past the point of feeling. And died in Freya's arms. Using the last of her life and all of her effort just to hold her gaze on her older sister in her last few moments. 'Don't be afraid'. Were her 6-year-old sister's last words.

Since that horrid night, Freya fled from the home. Training herself as a vampire hunter. One year later, she caught the vampire's face in a crowd. She thought herself good enough a slayer to take him on. She followed him, and in the end, she was half-dead in an alley way. And he walked away untouched, and laughing quietly to himself. She was just another pathetic human to him. But before he could leave the darkness of the alley, a werewolf seemed to come down from nowhere, taking out the vampire's throat. Freya had never been so terrified in her life, excluding that dark night a year ago, the werwolf turned on her. Or so she thought. The large creature hit her over the head. When she awoke, she found herself being asked questions. She had seen him, she couldn't be allowed to live. But upon explaining her story, the werewolves grew interested, and changed her into one of their own.

But they were different from most of their kind. They didn't just kill humans for reason of life, they liked to bring humans home and tortue them first. One night when they brought in a young girl, Freya could no longer stand it. She ran off with the girl. Who was by now in shock-induced trauma. She saw her sister in that young girl's eyes that night. She was confused, and in deep trouble. She reverted to her human form, and left the girl with a local police station. By the time she came to, Freya doubted she would remember anything. And she left before the cops could get a single question out of their mouths. Since that night Freya vowed to never let her past get in the way of her new life. She was no longer human. What happened when she was, no longer mattered.

She became a lone werewolf, and when she discovered the pack, they took her in like family. They were different. They didn't ask her questions, and in her own time she ended up telling the dark stories of her past. They supported her like a family would, and she realized she belonged here now. There was nowhere else she wanted to go. There was nowhere else for her.

Thoughts on the current situation: She sees the enemy. She fights the enemy. That's all that matters.

Other: None.



Username: hey_mai_Zukos_mine

Name: Marcus Calvaria

Gender: Male

Age: Appearance: 19 Actual: 295

Species: Vampire

Personality: Marcus has a very low tolerance for those that annoy him, or step in his way. He doesn't socialize much, and not many have succeeded in having a civil conversation with him. He prefers working alone, and never considers others. He doesn't like being told what to do by other vampires, and is very cold-natured. He's self-confident, and slightly self-centered. He tends to look down on other vampires, and feels his talents are wasted when working with a team, because they're just in his way. With all their useless plans and orders. 'Kill them'. That's all he needs to know. He's impatient when dealing with other vampires, and easily annoyed. But generally quiet, only speaking to make a rude remark or disagree with someone. Or at least that's all that's ever been heard from him. Most vampires wonder to themselves why he even stays with the coven, when he appears to have such a big problem with them.

Appearance: Marcus

History: Marcus had always been a strange child. He didn't like to play with others, and never once cried. At age 15, a vampire had come to reside for awhile in his hometown. He thought them strange, and followed them once. When he discovered they were a vampire, he came out from his hiding and threatened the vampire to change him. Though the vampire could have easily crushed him right then and there, considering he was only a mere human, they pretended to care because they saw something else in his eyes, and changed him as he so wished. They believed he would be a fine vampire. Because he truly, and honestly with all of his soul and mind wanted everything that came with being a vampire. The power...And the pain.

He traveled along with this vampire, only so long to be taught the basics of being a vampire, but he ended up staying. And eventually the two became part of the coven, where at age 138, he was the youngest vampire in the group at the time. Over the years he never once expressed any type of joy or enthusiasm. Which wasn't really questioned, but other vampires did begin to wonder. He was altogether a very confusing vampire. No other understands him aside from the one that had changed him. And that vampire left the coven forever while Marcus was out hunting once. He seemed even more easily irritated at that time, but other than that, he showed no signs of missing the vampire. Marcus never really had seemed to bond with people well. Even if it looked that way.

He'd gotten worse since Eniri joined the group of vampires. No one really knows why. But they believe he might just be jealous, or perhaps he is disgusted with how she was changed gradually, and by force as such a young child. He doesn't believe it should be done that way, and refused to say two words to anyone the two weeks following the night it was decided to try out a new form of transformation. And on a mere child too. How disgracing to the vampire race. And he never did get his way. Children are abducted and changed all the time to be transformed, taught, and carry on the coven as it properly should one day when their time to be responsible for it may come. How pathetic.

Thoughts on the current situation: He could care less. If they're in the coven's way, he will kill them. The details of the situation aren't important or even worth thinking over. He'll murder every last one of those mangy, disgusting mutts.

Other: None.

And more:

Username: Sparky Dono
Name: Lewis Yuca
Gender: Male
Age[Appearance then Actual]: Appears 12, Actually The Oldest
Species[Demon, Witch, Vampire, Werewolf]: Demon
Personality: Bored easily, but for now, he's acting like your normal vampire. He enjoys the typical demon stuff; making others suffer, causing chaos, cutting off limbs, that kind of stuff ^^. He acts like an innocent child around people, basically a really big kiss a$$. But, as stated, he's the kind of kid that would step on a helpless baby bird because he knows it's going to die anyways(someday, anyways).
Appearance: https://2img.net/h/i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff221/H-I-K-A-R-I/boys/anime137.jpg
History: Lewis has no past, present or future. He's a demon.
Thoughts on the current situation: He's bored. This has the potential to amuse him. For now, anyways. And then, who knows what will happen to them.
Other: Has a little tiny black spider named Skippy. Skippy is his eyes and ears. He doesn't actually exist in the demension, so only Lewis can see him.

Username: Magus1108
Name: Siri Azri
Gender: Female
Age: Appears, in her vampire form, in her earlier twenties.
Species: Witch
Personality: Siri is manipulative, and loves to toy with others. She enjoys bringing pain to other people’s lives and to cause chaos and civil war. She does have a little special spot ofr young children though.
Appearance: http://geminigiltenkreuz.deviantart.com/art/Code-Geass-C-C-97295848
History: Much of Siri's history is unknown to everyone but herself. She has gone by many names throughout the years, and the one she commonly uses is 'Siri'. It is not clear if that is her true name. Siri was taught her magic by an ancient witch, whom she later killed after her apprenticeship was over. She has few allies, and no friends. Siri often causes trouble everywhere she goes, and cares nothing of the consequences of her actions.
Thoughts on the current situation: Siri is rather amused on the current situation. She loves adding more conflict to the fire, and will only be satisfied with what she has done until things completely boil over. She is rather amused as to how quickly the Vampires accepted her, and how easily they can be manipulated.
Other:

Username: Velox

Name: Mason [Unknown Last Name]

Gender: Male

Age: Appearance: 19 Actual: 19

Species: Werewolf

Personality: Now the leader of the pack, Mason has come a long way since he first transformed into a werewolf. It took a couple of years for him to completely get over the illness of of the vampirification process, and that made it much harder than usual to get comfortable in his wolf form. Ever since that fateful day when the vampires abducted Mason and his younger sister, he has had to fight and struggle for his survival. When he first became the leader of the pack, he was worried that he would be able to live up to being the successor from the previous leader, Zhannie, who had saved Mason, changed him into a werewolf, and treated him like he was her own child. But Tara, a female werewolf around his age that was also taken in by Zhannie, gave him the confidence he needed to become a very strong and courageous leader. Mason is very protective and cares deeply for his pack, and would risk his life for them.

Mason's feelings for Vampires are the exact opposite and beyond. Even though he could only remember bits and pieces, every night he relived the horrible experience of the vampires slaughtering his parents in his dreams. Then the blood sucking parasites took him and his younger sister and forced them to drink blood, which nearly killed him, and then they just abandoned him leaving him to die along with his sister who had become one of them. He didn't die however, but he suffered for nearly 3 whole years. And when Mason got better and was ready to get his revenge that he so rightly deserved, they continued to plague him by killing Tara; his first, and for awhile, only true friend. He had more then enough reason to hate them; to despise them; to vow to seek and hunt down every single last one of them. They would pay. Even his sister.

Appearance: Mason stands at 5"8, with thick, slightly shaggy, chin-length strawberry blonde hair with the bangs going slightly past his eyes. Despite his hair, he never grows any facial hair and remains nearly clean-shaven. His eyes are a combination of brown and a rich gold that give off the appeareance of a sweet honey. His skin tone is fair but well tanned. His clothes are cheap, simple, comfortable, and rips into numerous shreds quite nicely after he transforms. When Mason is a wolf his height increases to 6"9, and his eyes get a slight hue of blood red expanding outward from the pupil. He also has a large scar that is slightly X shaped on his torso. The scar remains on his human body but it is more obviously visible when he’s a wolf.

History: Mason’s memories of what happened before the vampires abducted him and his sister are very clouded. The parts that he can remember he will never forget though; the vampires mercilessly slaughtering their parents and then feasting on as he and his sister tried to hide. He couldn’t remember everything, but he could was very frightening. Mason tried his best to protect his younger sister, but they were helpless against the creatures of the night and were abducted. He didn’t understand why they wanted them to drink blood. They just practically forced it down his throat and told them that they would kill his younger sister if he didn’t. There was something about the blood that made him want more, but at the same time the blood was completely revolting and he would throw it up, only to have more blood run down his throat. After three or four courses Mason’s body couldn’t take it anymore. However, his body was rejecting everything else and he grew weaker and weaker; he could barely stand up anymore. The only good feeling he had was when he heard the other vampires mention that his sister wasn’t suffering at all. He was relieved. Until the vampires abandoned him in the outskirts of the city and left him to die. And his sister was nowhere to be found; she had betrayed him and was now one of them.
Luckily for Mason, a pack of werewolves were hunting the night he was abandoned. The female leader of the pack, Zhannie, felt compassionate to the dying child and rescued him. The wolves took him back to their den, a giant cliff filled with caverns deep into the forest, and desperately tried to save him. With no choice other than death, Zhannie took Mason up to the top of the cliffs and transformed him into a werewolf under the full moon. The transformation worked and Mason’s life was saved. However, his body would still suffer under the illness’ influence for years.
Mason had twice as much difficulty learning how to hunt and survive as a wolf because of the disease. His senses were horrible, and he hardly had any stamina. Zhannie, who was like a surrogate mother to him, told him that the effects would disappear completely over time. Most of the other wolves weren’t as encouraging to him, so the only friends he really had were Zhannie and Tara; a young female werewolf who Zhannie had also saved. Mostly Tara, because Zhannie was busy taking care of the entire pack. Whenever he was depressed or overwhelmed, they always cheered him up and inspired him to do better; their words always helped him. That, and his vengeful ambitions towards all vampires.
Shortly after Mason had turned 9, the illness was completely gone and Mason’s senses and body had improved dramatically. For 3 years he proved himself to again and again to be capable of surpassing Zhannie, and taking over as the Alpha of the pack. However, a few werewolves disagreed. One in particular named Gantor, who was tired of Zhannie’s more peaceful way of ruling, challenged her for the Alpha position. Zhannie accepted despite Mason and Tara’s protests, and was killed. Now as the new pack leader, all of Gantor’s plans were now possible. Gantor had a deep hatred of humans, and how they mistreated their kind and wanted to attack the city. However, the people in the city were innocent and had nothing to do with werewolves. Believing that he was going too far, and wanting revenge for Zhannie, Mason challenged Gantor for the title of the Alpha.
At midnight, atop the very same cliffs and under the same full moon that saved Mason years ago, he would now fight to the death for supreme command of the pack. Mason was much smaller and less experienced than Gantor, so the current Alpha clearly had the upper hand. However, Mason’s resolve was stronger than Gantor’s so the fight was nearly even. They traded flesh ripping blows again and again, until Gantor sank his teeth deep into Mason’s chest and tossed him to the cliff’s edge. Moving in for the finishing blow, Mason lunged at Gantor with his dying will, sank his teeth and claws into his neck and chest and hurled him over the edge. The wound that Mason received was nearly fatal, and had left him with a permanent scar, but he was now the new Alpha.
4 years later, the territory war between the vampires and the werewolves had begun. Deep in the alleyways at the heart of the city, Mason was commanding a small recon group, when they were ambushed. The vampires were accustomed to fighting in the shadows, and their sneak attack gave them the upper hand. The team of wolves did their best to held their own, but Mason eventually ordered a retreat; not wanting any of his pack members to die. Shortly after the order, a vampire sneak attacked Mason from behind. Unable to react in time, Mason’s life was saved only because of Tara’s sacrifice as she took the fatal blow and then ripped the vampire to shreds. Mason desperately tried to escape with Tara so he could heal her, but the wound was too much and she died. With his best friend-possibly even more than that-gone, Mason’s deep hatred grew even more, and the next night, he made a lone assault on a vampire stronghold and destroyed every single one. This caused a great uproar among the vampire coven and the fighting has been going on for a total of more than 7 years.
Thoughts on the current situation: Mason’s thoughts right now, have been the same ever since he was left die, but now only stronger. All of the vampires must die. And he would make sure that he killed every last parasite. No matter how old or experienced, he would slay them. Especially one; his younger sister. He would like to say that she had died a long time ago, but she wasn’t dead yet. Mason isn’t sure why he hasn’t found her yet. It has been over 13 years and he hasn’t heard much. There’s been some rumors about some young legendary vampiress. He’s never met her and he has no idea how to find her, but he can sense two things : 1. That this parasite is his sister. 2. That with every night he gets just a little bit closer to finally killing her.
]Other: Whenever he’s in the city, Mason spends a lot of time in the Grand Park. There’s something about it that just seems like home to him. Something old.

Reserve.

I'd like to reserve the witch please.

Can I reserve the werewolf please? The older brother?

I'm just going to reserve an OC spot.

By the way, this is a good set-up, you should write a book.

Fate doesn't choose favourites, it doesn't like anyone

Okay, change that please. I'll take a werewolf OC.

'Fate doesn't choose favourites, it doesn't like anyone'

I want to reserve a werewolf, vampire and a human.

I reserve one of the best race of all...Vampire.

All who haven't, please read the rules. You forgot something. xP

Reserved all, but TTTE, for time being, I'm not taking humans. That may or may not change. :]

Accepted Sparky. Heheh...Joel... xD

I don't think I'll be able to manage this RP. I have to take out my reservation. I'm really sorry. :[

That's fine. :]

'Fate doesn't choose favourites, it doesn't like anyone'

Username: Magus1108
Name: Siri Azri
Gender: Female
Age: Appears, in her werewolf form, in her earlier twenties.
Species: Witch
Personality: Siri is manipulative, and loves to toy with others. She enjoys bringing pain to other people’s lives and to cause chaos and civil war. She does have a little special spot ofr young children though.
Appearance: http://geminigiltenkreuz.deviantart.com/art/Code-Geass-C-C-97295848
History: Much of Siri's history is unknown to everyone but herself. She has gone by many names throughout the years, and the one she commonly uses is 'Siri'. It is not clear if that is her true name. Siri was taught her magic by an ancient witch, whom she later killed after her apprenticeship was over. She has few allies, and no friends. Siri often causes trouble everywhere she goes, and cares nothing of the consequences of her actions.
Thoughts on the current situation: Siri is rather amused on the current situation. She loves adding more conflict to the fire, and will only be satisfied with what she has done until things completely boil over. She is rather amused as to how quickly the Werewolves accepted her, and how easily they can be manipulated.
Other:

Accepted Magus, only the witch is with the werewolves. The demon is the one with the vampires. :]

id like to reserve for a werewolf spot please