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[Vicky]

[CENTER][B][U][FONT=times new roman]Brotherhood of the Wolf[/U]

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[CENTER][SIZE=1][I]It first appeared over three hundred years ago. The beast terrorised cities, counties and countries killing over a thousand people as it roamed. As panic gripped the nations it seemed that no one could escape the beast?s wrath, and thus a hunting party was assembled. Every year hunters and soldiers alike would gather and try to catch this beast and every year they would fail.

The beast itself was said to be a wolf. A werewolf, some called it. Others claimed it was bigger than a wolf and its jaws were laced with black, rotten fangs and its fur was a sticky red with the blood of its victims. There were arguments that it wasn?t even an animal. What was certain, or what the people were convinced of, was that it was some sort of wolf. This deduction three hundred years ago will be the start of a revelation in the present day.[/I][/CENTER]




To hunt the beast, you must find it. To find the beast, you must hunt the wolf. To hunt the wolf is too kill the wolf.

The regions that wolves inhabited in Europe was filled with them, but over the years their numbers decreased due to the hunt. Wolves had never actually been known to roam into villages and attack people, but the hunters believed that the beast?s close relation to the wolves would somehow help them. Somewhere in the country side, rumoured to be somewhere unheard of, lived an amazing amount of wolves. And with them were humans, intelligent humans, humans would who frequently go back to their homes in the villages. When the hunters came they killed most of the wolves and left the humans. Their mistake was leaving the humans alive.

These men called themselves the Brotherhood of the Wolf. They were from all over Europe, some even came from the Americas. They were given no explanation for the savagery that had killed their most sacred creature, so they took action. The Brotherhood moved itself from the ruins in their forests and countryside to the underground, their entrance was a cave in the mountains, but the wolves wouldn?t follow. Every year when the hunting season began, the Brotherhood would come from their hiding place in an attempt to preserve their animals. This caused great difficulties for those trying to hunt the beast.

In an attempt at diplomacy, the Hunters (now almost an actual faction) explained what they were doing to the Brotherhood. They told their tales of the beast, they told them how it was related to the wolves, and the Brotherhood was deeply disgusted. They were disgusted at the actions of the Hunters and disgusted at the fact that they knew exactly what the beast was.

The Brotherhood, being around for so many centuries, did often have people who disagreed with their philosophies. Members would sometimes abandoned the Brotherhood, but that was all. The Brotherhood, upon hearing news of this beast, believed that one of their ?former? own was responsible. See, the Brotherhood weren?t only a band of people who came out every fortnight and gave an ode to the wolves, they had created magic, hidden deep in the roots of their beginning, that could destroy and create things that no one could possibly imagine.

And so the search continued for the beast. Neither the Brotherhood nor the Hunters cooperated with each other, it was a three way battle between the beast, the Brotherhood and the Hunters. Year after year people died, the blame was tossed around from side to side. The battle was no longer about the beast and, sooner or later, the beast stopped attacking. No one noticed; the Brotherhood and the Hunters were too busy fighting.

After so many years it all seemed to stop. The killing, the fighting, the yearly hunting? everything. And life went on, no one remember there was ever a beast that once terrorised their countries and killed their children. No one remembered the faction of powerful, skilful Hunters and no one remember a Brotherhood dedicated to the souls of the wolves.

But just because you don?t remember doesn?t mean they didn?t exist.

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[CENTER][B]It will come crawling in the dark, hidden
In shadows as it moves silently, forbidden
Watch and listen as it creeps up from behind
And sinks its claws into your skin
Tearing you, breaking you,
He?s coming, he?s close
Listen carefully as children weep
And through their gowns, blood will seep.[/B][/CENTER]



2006. Present day, present Earth, not all is normal. The Brotherhood and the Hunters have been a secret for years, no one has joined their factions in over a hundred years. Not many descendants of original members remain and most live in the normal world instead of the hidden. The factions are broken, the world has ignored history and the beast will return.

The Society of Blood, decades old, their members were born in the Society and they were chained to the Society. Unlike the Hunters or the Brotherhood the Society didn?t accept new members. It was the belief that the Society wouldn?t betray their own blood if they were brought up to know that law, and they never did. The Society was one big family, one big family that created a three hundred year old beast, one big family that controlled it?

The beast struck first in Poland, Warsaw. This provided the beast with a new taste for blood and not so much publicity, just to get started. It then began to move across Europe until, eventually, it presence became known.

Both factions became aware of the reawakening of their enemy. The Brotherhood called all of its members back to the cave in the underground and the Hunters sent out letter to their descendants, their family and their members. When it became apparent that both lacked hundreds of their driving force for their faction, there was a new recruitment.

For the first time in hundreds of years the two factions began to recruit. The old members would team up with the new to fight a legend. This time it was determined the beast would die.

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[I]Another RPG. Cool. Well, maybe. The RPG itself will take place all over Europe, but the Brotherhood originated and is located in England whilst the Hunters are scattered and were founded in France. You don?t have to worry about locations or anything, we?ll be travelling throughout most the RPG, encountering new mysteries about the beast, encountering the Society .ect.

Depending on your faction depends on your location though all characters will relatively be in the same place. You may or may not be working with characters from different factions.

Yeah, alright, I saw a French film about that crazy arse wolf creature? Oh, and the name?. Well, the Brotherhood of the Wolf sounds the coolest, doesn?t it? Cooler than the rest anyway. Now the factions:[/I][/SIZE]



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[*][B]The Brotherhood of the Wolf:[/B] An ancient faction which was believed to have started off in the Americas, it was said the Brotherhood escaped when the British began to colonize. The faction originated in England and normally consisted of just a few non-English members. Villagers began to find the Brotherhood and were taught about their life and what they believed in. The Brotherhood expanded bringing in people from all over Europe, soon enough people were born into the Brotherhood. Meetings would be held in the forests most nights for those who had a family outside the Brotherhood but some people did join as full members leaving their past behind. Most of the Brotherhood are part African, Indian, Asian .ect and part English. There are only a few who aren?t part English, the leader being one of them.

Outside the meetings the Brothers (even females sometimes go by this) can do as they please as long as it doesn?t contradict their mission. However, during meetings and mostly during the battles with the Hunters, Brothers were required to apply paint to their bodies, even the few females who went into battle. For the sake of identity those who didn?t wear paint on their face (normally the English/French recruits) would wear a mask like a wolf. This was so no one knew who they were.


[*][B]The Hunters:[/B] The Hunters were assembled to catch the beast and kill it. They were hunters from all over Europe but it all started in France. The Hunters are skilful and vary in personality and history. Some Hunters were in fact royalty and were pleasant men to work with. There wasn?t much too these people except that some could in fact have been the more gentle, intelligent but powerful soul in the world. Not all Hunters had a problem with the Brotherhood and not all killed the wolves, but most did play a part in it. When the Hunters came an actual faction it wasn?t much difference to their world. There was nothing tying them to the faction like the Brotherhood or the Society so you were rarely born a Hunter. Most sons did take to their father?s footsteps and joined the Hunters, though, hence why there are descendants of the original Hunters.


[*][B]The Society of Blood:[/B] Creators of the Beast and a family. There are no new recruits in the Society, each and every member is in fact related in some kind of twisted family line. Each person is a descendant of the original starters and, therefore, each person is in fact capable of the same magic that created the beast. The Society?s members don?t live in the real world like the other factions, they only ever come up to the surface from their hiding place to spy and deceive. They are a dark species of humans, lacking compassion for the actual world and only wish to killed the Brotherhood and all involved with them. As time went by that hate has begun to stretch to most of the world.

People from the Society are pale, their eyes are more sensitive to the sun due to growing up underground. The Society members are trained in combat and are taught that anything is possible, including magic (note: no members of the Society will be allowed magic until later on in the RPG). All Society members have a tattoo on their right shoulder, which is the shadow or shape of a wolf?s face, its jaw open and a cross going through it. Due to this it is popular belief that the Society are a Christian faction.
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[B]Name:[/B]
[Those from the Brotherhood will have their first named replaced with ?brother?, Society members will have much stranger names]
[B]Age:[/B]
[B]Nationality:[/B]
[Include where you were born]
[B]Faction:[/B]

[B]Weapons/Items:[/B]
[Hunters can have anything they want, really. The Brotherhood will mostly have swords and other ancient items whilst the Society would have a mix of bizarre, custom built items]
[B]Appearance:[/B]
[B]Personality:[/B]
[B]Biography/Snippet:[/B]
[A short biography or a character snippet will do][/CENTER][/SIZE]

[Lt.Zero]

Name: Brother Zane

Age: 23

Nationality: Italian

Faction: Brotherhood of the wolf

Weapons/Items:Very big sword

Appearance:[IMG]http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/KiokyMega/images.jpg[/IMG]

Personality:More of a "Devil may care" kinda guy doesn't really take things that seirously.

Biography/Snippet: Coming soon.

[Darren]

[U]Name:[/U] Brother Haruki Shimozato

[U]Age:[/U] 19

[U]Nationality:[/U] Japanese-American

[U]Faction:[/U] Brotherhood of the Wolf

[U]Weapon/Items:[/U] Haruki is trained to use the [B][URL=http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_Rqyyr71EfFEBcVmjzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBsa2tpN29tBHNlYwNwcm9mBHZ0aWQDSTk5OF82OA--/SIG=12edulbun/EXP=1153368370/**http%3a//japonia.sztuka.w.interia.pl/strony/1kusari-gama.jpg]Kusari-Gama[/URL][/B], but he's also comfortable using the [B][URL=http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_Rq77sb1E_R4Ao46jzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBsa2tpN29tBHNlYwNwcm9mBHZ0aWQDSTk5OF82OA--/SIG=123ra4d73/EXP=1153368955/**http%3a//www.pittsburghbujinkan.com/pbd046001.jpg]Kyoketsu-Shoge[/URL][/B] or the [B][URL=http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_Rtlxsr1EFcQAXMGjzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBsa2tpN29tBHNlYwNwcm9mBHZ0aWQDSTk5OF82OA--/SIG=12l825n38/EXP=1153369073/**http%3a//www.bushipower.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/MT680PP.jpg]Manriki-Gusari[/URL][/B], since they're all closely related in their use. And although he's not an expert, Haruki is able to use the Katana and Bow & Arrow when he absolutely has to. Needless to say, he prefers distance fighting.

[U]Appearance:[/U] Haruki has long black hair, (not long enough to reach his shoulders or tie in a ponytail) and it's usually very messy, Haruki doesn't prefer to waste his time styling. He has dark piercing brown eyes that he uses to intimadate people, but he's also very kind as well. He's about 6'1" and is very fit from the extensive training he's recieved. Haruki usually wears glasses, but he doesn't require them to fight. And you'll usually find him wearing baggy, tattered, teenager-like clothing. Haruki's style is catagorized as "the sloppy genius." He's very smart, but doesn't care to much to keep up with style as long as it won't hinder him in whatever goal he's trying to accomplish.

[U]Personality:[/U] Haruki is very courageous when he's provoked and prefers to be an intellectual... However, when duty calls, he puts down his text books to defend whoever he needs to. He's experienced a lot of loss in his short life, and he doesn't get along with people who don't respect that. And although he's a "softy," if you rub him the wrong way, you'll learn to regret it. He always wants to be of help, but he always questions his strength so he's never sure how to go about it.

[U]Biography:[/U] Haruki was born in New York City to his American mother, May and Japanese fater Eito. Haruki was raised to be smart and intelligent. One day, May was murdered in a drive-by shooting and Eito decided that they should move back to Japan. While there, Eito insisted that Haruki bulk up and learn how to defend himself. Haruki, didn't know why his father would make such a request but he reluctantly went along with it and was trained in many forms of martial arts. In his training, he met a girl named Marumi who he liked very much and they ended up falling in love... It was only later that year, that her parents moved to Hong Kong, China and they never saw each other again. Torn up from the loss of his love, Haruki refused any further training. At the time that the beast struck in Warsaw, Haruki's father dissappeared for what he called a, "business trip." Just a short time later, once Haruki had turned 18, he recieved a letter in the mail telling him to leave the country and go to the U.K. Once there, he met with a deligate of the brotherhood and they told him their entire history, and what had happened: Including that his father, a long-time brotherhood member, had been killed by some unknown person while he was in conquest for the beast. It may have even been the beast itself. Haruki, became enraged and immediately re-started training with the brotherhood, perfecting his fighting skills and learning how to wield several weapons. Now, Haruki, a newly-inducted brotherhood member, seeks vengence against the person or thing that killed his father.

[U]Snippet:[/U]
Haruki sat on the floor, his legs crossed. His eyes, however fierce they may be, prefered to stare at the object that rested in his lap. It was a katana. His father's katana, to be exact. He must have seen it mounted in his house in Japan and even America a thousand times. But yet, when Eito left for the last time, Haruki didn't notice that his father had taken it with him. The sheath was a jade green, with a white dragon painted on it and it had two red tassels dangling from it. It was just a year ago that it all happened: The letter he recieved in the mail, the plane ride to London, Brother Effrom briefing him on the history of the brotherhood, all of it lingered like a bad memory in the back of Haruki's mind.
He wondered how things would have been different. What if his mother hadn't been killed? He certainly wouldn't have moved to Japan, but would his father still have left to aid the brotherhood after the attack in Warsaw? Would he still have abandoned him and his mother. Haruki hated and loved his father at the same time. His mind wandered to all the times he said something rude or disrespectful and all the times, in his teenage rebellion, told his father that he hated him. And still, Eito had never done one thing to make him feel that way.
Haruki was completely alone in life. Of course he had the brotherhood, and his close friend Brother Effrom, but none of that mattered in the heat of battle. His mother was an orphan, and his father's family had disowned Eito for leaving Japan and marrying an American woman.
"Oh, Marumi, I wish you were here," He said to himself, thinking of that beautiful angel that graced him with her prescence almost two years ago. "I need you."
Brother Effrom had told Haruki that they were lucky to even find Eito's sword. It was buried in the snow in northern Russia and the only thing that gave it away was the red tassels on the white background. And now it was time for the sword to be passed on, like japanese tradition said is should. Haruki thought that he would be recieving the sword from his father's warm hands once he graduated high school. But instead, he recieved a letter from Brother Effrom. In his fury, his eyes became hot, and Haruki had let a tear fall from his face onto the hilt of the sword. He cursed his mother, and father, and Marumi for leaving him all alone, and he cursed himself for not being strong enough.
At about that time, Brother Effrom, the English deligate of the brotherhood, entered the room and saw Brother Shimozato setting in the floor, his back rising and falling with his deep breaths. [I]This kid has been through a lot,[/I] he thought. And now, it was time that he sent Haruki back to Japan to await contact from the brotherhood. Haruki was only 19 and already he had experienced more loss than Effrom could imagine. It wasn't fair what he had to go through, but the world wasn't fair and sending him back to Japan is what would be best for everyone, whether Haruki realizes it or not. Now that Haruki had become a full-fledged brotherhood memeber, his training recieved diretly from Brother Effrom himself, he had only one more task to complete.
"Shimozato," Effrom called across the room, startling Haruki, "it's time to go."
Haruki wiped his eyes and turned to face Brother Effrom, his katana in hand. His eyes glittered with despair, but they remained strong, and Brother Effrom knew that Haruki would make it.
"As a brotherhood memeber, Eito-- Your father, requested that this letter be given to you upon your induction to the Brotherhood."
Brother Effrom handed Haruki the envelope, and he opened it. He sat down to read it and was engulfed by the words that were scratched on the little piece of paper:

[I]Dear Haruki,
If you're reading this, it means I have passed from this world. I never intended to hurt you and I understand your sorrow, for I too, lost May. And had it not been for that, I might still be alive. I hope that you will forgive me, but without May, I was just a hardened wolf. Your mother softened my heart with her love that we both know all too well.
There were so many times that I tried to tell you about the brotherhood, but I decided that you shouldn't know; that you were better off living a life without the burden of a thousand men's deaths on your shoulders. I have faith in your strength and I know you'll do what's right.
I can't make this too long, my plane is just about to land in Warsaw. I must tell you that what may have seemed like mere coincidences throughout your life, is all carefully panned. And even though it may seem like a cruel plan, I don't want you to lose hope in the future. Your mother wouldn't want you to lose hope. If you're reading this you're a man now. I only wish I could have stayed long enough to see it happen. I'll still be there, watching and protecting you. And I know your mother will be there as well. Perhaps, one day, we will all meet again. Farewell, my son.

With love,
Your dear father, Eito.[/I]

Haruki, calmly folded the piece of paper and put it in his pocket. He picked up his suitcase in one hand and his father's Katana in the other. It was time to go back to Japan.
As Haruki and Brother Effrom walked out into the chill London air, he claimed to the world, "I understand father." And then he got into the cab.
[I]His Journey home starts now,[/I] thought Effrom. [I]and I'm posotive he can do it.[/I]

OOC: Sorry the snippet is so long. I couldn't help it. :animesmil

[Imp]

Hmmm, very very interesting. Well... *painful sigh* If I use this character, I'll be very much tempted to involve her siblings, but I'll try it anyway...

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[color=indigo][u]Name:[/u] Sarundanka (sometimes called Saruna for short)
[u]Age:[/u] 15, but she'll turn 16 at some point in the RPG
[u]Nationality:[/u] Some sort of European--no one's sure what (not even she knows)
[u]Faction:[/u] Society of Blood
[u]Weapons/Items:[/u] A unique sort of weapon. It consists of a long stick that is decorated with a silver spiral that ends in a sort of holder. This holder holds one of three weapons. One is a broad blade that looks like a fan, but the edges are very sharp. Another makes it look like a scythe, because it resembles a giant cat claw. Often times this is filled with a sort of poison which is injected when the claw stabs a victim. The third looks like a row of thin pipes. These are often filled with powders or quills which are let out when the stick is swung fast enough. There is a fourth, but Saruna won't even get it until her sixteenth birthday. (And when she does, she'll abandon the other weapons...)
[u]Appearance:[/u] Saruna, like most Society members, has very pale skin. She's about 5'4" tall, and her figure is rather thin. Her hair is long, black, and fairly curly, and her eyes are a sort of misty gray. As for what she wears, that would be an elegant black shirt, with sleeves that are flowy and fairly long. She also wears a deep blue skirt, and underneath that are black pants with a sort of velvety look. Then she wears blue socks and black sandals, and around her neck is a necklace--a rather fancy-looking silver and lavender one, with a charm consisting of an oval--swirls of blue and purple make its colour.
[u]Personality:[/u] Saruna is overall sadistic and cold-hearted. She's also not fnd at all of teamwork or friendship--she prefers to do things her own way. This doesn't mean that she won't follow orders--she might, but she'll put a giant spin of creativity on her duties. Other than that, she loves to battle, and she won't really care who she's fighting. Her main targets are Brotherhood members, but she'll turn against anyone she has reason to (but she usually won't turn against the other Society members--unless maybe they're too "soft" to fight).
[u]Bio:[/u] Sarundanka was of course born into the Society, and her family was rather interesting. First was Hasaitsuavleun, her little brother. He was an optimistic little guy and also very friendly, but loyal as well. He took his training just as well as Saruna did. Saruna often ignored "Hasaitsu"--she didn't really like him or hate him. But then there was Chibutakamo, her little sister. Saruna hated "Chibu" for being too obnoxiously cute and sweet. Chibu was very gullible and naive, and in fact she seemed younger than she actually was. But she did very poorly in her combat training--maybe she "just didn't have that fighting spirit". Chibu also often ventured outside, so Saruna was afraid that she would be the first Society member to betray them all.

Saruna explained Chibu's problem to her parents, but all they suggested to her was that she watch over Chibu more carefully. Saruna did her best to do this (she would have great fun tormenting her), but she often found herself busy with her training, as well as the real fighting she occasionally did later on in her life. So when she wasn't watching over Chibu, either Hasaitsu or her parents were. However, she rarely trusted Hasaitsu, for he seemed to be too easy on Chibu. He would often just let her be, then go off to do other things. Hasaitsu often got in trouble for this, even though he kept saying that "it was Saruna's fault because she's too darn bloodthirsty to care about the family". Indeed, if the parents ever favored any one of them, it was Saruna for her rather impressive combat skills.

Whenever Chibu managed to escape, she would often hang out with members of the Brotherhood--in a way she kind of favored them, so maybe that's why she didn't have much desire to fight. As for Hasaitsu, he often ventured above ground as well, for the main purpose of foiling any Brotherhood plans. However, many Brothers often mistook him for a Hunter. But Saruna remained a devout Society member, or rather a unique individual who took many Society characteristics.[/color]

[Akieen Cloud]

[B][COLOR=Purple]Name: Haruyai Johnson

Age: 22
Nationality: German/American

Faction:Hunters

Weapons/Items: She uses thin trap wire to capture her prey, a thin long sword, an arrangment of diffrent poisons and explosive liquids, and two Colt 45 pistols.[/COLOR] [/B]

[B][COLOR=Purple]Appearance:[/COLOR] [/B] [URL=http://www.sfondideldesktop.com/Images-Toon/Magna-Carta/Magna-Carta-0002/Magna-Carta-0002.jpg][COLOR=Purple][B]Haryuai[/B][/COLOR][/URL]
[COLOR=Purple][B]Personality: She is kind and gentle, she never approves senseless killing. She is laid back and at times unpredictable. Most of the time she is calm and collected.
Biography/Snippet: Haruyai was born in Germany and then moved to America when her father was stationed. Her brother was moved to England with her mother and she hardly ever spoke to him. She recived a letter from him one day saying that their mother was dead and that a wolf was responsible for it. She didn't believe this, she had read that woves were quite gental and would only attack if provoked. She decided to go to England to see for her self and for the funeral. When she arrived she saw her mothers body and told her brother that the marks on her body were to great to be a wolves bite marks, or anything for that matter. He had refused to believe her and tht night went hunting for wolves, late that night he burst through the door as she was reading and she noticed that he looked as though he had seena ghost and had quite literally soiled him self. As she got off the couch to ask what was wrong the door flew open and there sttod a monstersous beast that to her resmbled more like the demons of hell that had been described to her in church then any wolf she had seen in her life. It grabbed her brother around the throat and bit into him. Ripping his throat out and swallowing it whole it looked at her and she swore to the police it had smiled at her, threw her brother into the yard and ran off. She remembers to this day how she swore to her self that she would trap the beast and find out what it was and is.[/B] [/COLOR]

[4815162342]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1][b]Name:[/b] Brother Enslin (First name is Mihret)

[b]Age:[/b] Twenty-two

[b]Nationality:[/b] African/English (Born in the town of Ladysmith which is located in the uThukela District of KwaZulu-Natal.)

[b]Faction:[/b] The Brotherhood

[b]Weapons/Items:[/b]

[i]Weapons:[/i] A [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/DeSotoDiceFreak/Longbow.jpg]longbow[/URL] with lion heads capping the ends, and a [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/DeSotoDiceFreak/HuntingKnife.jpg]hunting knife[/URL] whose handle is edged with bronze.

[i]Items:[/i] An ancient dinosaur of a cellphone that her parents gave her last time they saw her, an old bicycle that belonged to her grandmother in the 1940s and a army bag from her grandfather that she uses as a book bag.

[b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/DeSotoDiceFreak/Mihret.jpg]Reference[/URL]

Despite her short height of four foot eleven inches, Mihret has a very forceful air to her. Her build is compact and strong, and her hands and feet small and deft.

Mihret?s skin is dark beige which lightens on the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet. Her hair is kept short in a dread hairstyle and her eyes are a dark brown that?s nearly black. She has eyes that light up when she smiles, all though they always seem to be lit up, so really they light up [i]more[/i] when she smiles and her smile is so wide it seems to split her face.

Mihret dresses in vibrant colored, flamboyantly patterned loose fitting pants and shirts most of the time, and almost never wears shoes if she has anything to say about it. Her jewelry consists of a large bronze pendant that hangs from a leather cord around her neck, two bronze hoops at the tops of her ears and two bronze discs that dangle from her ears.

Mihret moves fast and gracefully as if she?s dancing at all times and her hands and face add to her conversation as she uses them to emphasize what she is saying.

[b]Personality:[/b] Mihret is not at all quiet and has a fun-loving personality. She always has a fresh outlook on things and doesn?t let troubles drag her down. This is occasionally a problem when a situation calls for her to be serious, as she finds being serious something tough to do. She has an infectious laugh that practically begs others to join in, and you can always count on her to lighten your mood. She will try to make friends with pretty much anyone she can, but she is also a good judge of character and can tell when it isn?t worth trying.

She is also no dummy, nor is she a genius. If she knows something she won?t hide it to pretend to be modest, and if she [i]doesn?t[/i] know something, she?ll ask for it to be explained.

[b]Biography/Snippet: [/b]

[i]January 1st, 2000[/i]

[i]It?s much colder here?[/i] That was Mihret?s first impression on stepping from the plane onto the English tarmac. And it [i]was[/i] much colder ? when you compared England?s temperature of negative three Celsius to the seasonably warm twenty-four Celsius Ladysmith had had when she?d left home.

Mihret stopped, letting the other passengers move ahead of her as she set her carryon down so she could open it and pull out the winter coat her grandparents had sent down out ? she was going to need it, she saw now. As she pulled it on she smiled, fingering the fabric it was made of ? it was soft and of a dark maroon hue.

Once she had the coat fastened against the cold she re-closed the bag and shouldered it, hurrying after the other passengers, catching up with them right at the door into the terminal. As she followed behind them, silent for once, she couldn?t shake the feeling that here ? in England ? she was more at home than she had been down in Ladysmith. She didn?t know what it was, but already she felt like she belonged.

As she left the other passengers to head into a lounge she smiled to herself, this opportunity that her grandparents were giving her was one she was now glad she had accepted. Already she was looking forward to starting the new term in the school they had found for her, and looking forward [i]more[/i] to making friends.

Mihret settled into the nearest chair ? her grandparents would be along sooner or later to pick her up, she knew ? and thought about her plans. If all went well, she would stay until her years of high school were done. And ? planning more long term ? perhaps she would stay through college as well. This seemed a good place to live?if her instinct was right.[/SIZE] [/COLOR]

[Ozymandius Jones]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1][b]Name:[/b] Miasnik Vhalamna
[b]Age:[/b] 36
[b]Nationality:[/b] Russian, born somewhere near Petersburg
[b]Faction:[/b] Society of Blood

[b]Weapons/Items:[/b]
[i]Weapons:[/i]Nik's weapon of choice is a scythe - a long shafted scythe that stands taller than him when held upright. The blade is made of blackened metal and razor sharp, while the shaft - likewise - is black and carved with strange signs that are outlined in crimson. The shaft-end is capped with reddish-bronze metal, and can be used - quite effectively - as a club. When he neeeds finer control of his weaponry - ie, very close combat, or being somewhere where a scythe would be inconvienient, he carries two long-bladed daggers. He's nowhere near as skilled with them as he is with the scythe, though. Understandably, Nik prefers closer combat, but when the situation calls for it he will wield a shotgun.

[i]Items:[/i]
Nik carries books with him wherever he goes. Not anything of quality - generally trashy paperback spy thrillers and the like - the more mundane, simplistic and violent, the better. This seems to give Frauka yet another reason to despise him. He also has an old pocketwatch on a chain.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Tall - six three - gaunt and pale are the three words best used to describe Nik. He's built very narrow - his face, his chest - everything about him looks narrow, cold and sharp. His hair is honey-gold and falls beneath his shoulders, but he usually wears it pulled back into a braid. His eyes are crimson-red, but - like most of the Society - he wears sunglasses when above ground.

Nik - oddly enough - dresses somewhat similar to his cousin Frauka - wearing a red trenchcoat edged in black and etched with black sickle-like designs, black dress shirts, black trousers and black combat boots. He wears red feathers woven into his braid, and black crystal earrings.

[b]Personality:[/b] Nik is hot tempered, short tempered and impulsive - and all the more frightening for the fact that he doesn't show it. No matter the emotions he's feeling, his face remains the same - you can only detect his mood in his words.

Nik is well read and intelligent, much like most of the Society, but allows his emotions and temper to negate what he's learned. He is slightly resentful against the Society, as he likes what little he's seen of the outside world and people who will willingly keep their distance from those around them - isolated loners are the easiest prey. He has the type of mentality that would love to play mind games and manipulate people, but he lacks the patience to see his manipulations through to the end.

He has an almost unhealthy obsession with his cousin - he does almost everything he can to be noticeably the opposite of her. He also has an unhealthy obsession with pain - he likes to hurt things, and things that [i]think[/i] are all the better.

[b]Biography:[/b] Nik's life started out fairly unwanted. His parents told no lies about the fact that they would have preferred a girl - one along the lines of his older cousin, Frauka.

Not surprisingly, Nik quickly formed a grudge against this 'perfect' cousin, swearing to be as good as her - but the opposite. So far, over as many years as it has been since this grudge was formed, he's succeeded.

While he was schooled and became almost as well read, Nik wanted to join the outside world since he first learned of cities and towns, where people lived who - in truth - really didn't care two cents for the other people. He was trained in diplomacy - in which he failed, miserably - and in the 'arts' of fighting and torture. He excelled there almost as dramatically as he had failed the diplomacy - and, as such, doomed himself from ever being allowed into the cities he desired so much after his first fateful encounter with them: an incounter that almost fulfilled his name's meaning: 'butcher'.

When Nik was eighteen or so, he was taken on a spying mission to a surface city - he doesn't remember the name, or even which continent it was on. He only remember the seven - or was it eight? - people he managed to get his hands on, and how loudly they'd screamed...

The Society was less than pleased, forced to spread rumors and pull strings to make it appear the deaths had been caused by a serial criminal. Nik hasn't been allowed to be alone anywhere on the surface since, forced to stay underground or in the company of others at all times.

The last time he was allowed on a surface mission also ended in disaster - this can mostly be blamed on the Society's lack of comprehension when it comes to the fact that he can [i]not[/i] sucessfully work with Frauka. The two were sent to gain information from an informant in London. Unfortunatly, no one bothered to tell them that the informant knew nothing of the Society - and he panicked at the type of conversation they tried to have.

The two cold-cocked the unsuspecting informant - and then proceeded to argue about how, precisely, they were to deal with the situation - Nik wanted to kill him and leave, Frauka argued for more subtle methods. The arguement almost degenerated into an all-out fist fight, only prevented by the timely arrival of London police. The pair barely escaped.

He currently works as an interrogator for the Society - members of other factions allowed into his presence either disappear or are never the same again. He knows that his job has no equivalent in the outside world, and - strangely enough - that seems to be fine with him. Now that the Beast has reawakened...well...it seems he might be needed the way he is, after all.
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[OrangeJulies]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOliveGreen][b]Name:[/b] Frauka Benedikt
[b]Age:[/b] 37
[b]Nationality:[/b] German
[b]Faction:[/b] Society of Blood

[b]Weapons/Items:[/b] Her gun is custom made, as lovingly crafted as an instrument of death can be. The barrel is abnormally long and two bars of steel protrude from the midsection, making it crosslike in appearance (and handy as a melee weapon). It may be intimidating, but each clip contains only six shots, and is specially molded to fit the magazine. So while she may be a good shot, replenishing ammunition is a problem. Frauka may know some hand-to-hand tactics, but her lanky frame is fairly easy to overcome in close quarters.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Standing at 5?11?, this lanky, sharp-featured woman has the hair of an angel and the grin of the devil. Her hair is pale blonde, and when motionless lies as flat as it would were she in a casket. She is never without her round sunglasses, heavily treated to protect her glassy green eyes from the sun, but not quite opaque enough to fully conceal her stare. She wears a long cobalt trenchcoat with white trim, embroidered with fleurs-de-lis at the corners and at the collar, a white blouse with long, hanging sleeves, a pale blue sleeveless vest, and dark blue trousers tucked into long boots, sharply pointed at the toes.

[b]Personality:[/b] Frauka is cool but not cold; arrogant but not boastful; slow to anger but quick to violence. She is always smiling, a toothy, ironically wolflike simper, as if at some private joke.

Frauka is intelligent, well-read, and though obviously isolated from it, has learned a few things about the state of the outside world. She is not impressed. Everything of cultural value, all important scientific advancements, she believes reached their peak in the 19th century. The 20th, and now the 21st, bore her to no end, and only serve to expedite her distaste for anything outside of the Society?s cause.

Her dislike of the outside world is second only to that of her cousin, Miasnik. She finds his obsession with that world disgusting, and his presence in the organization only fuels their grim rivalry. If anything can make her grimace, it?s Miasnik.

[b]Biography:[/b] As a member of the sprawling family that is the Society, Frauka?s home situation was more businesslike and formal than nurturing or friendly. When normal girls were playing with dolls she was handling guns, in preparation for any retaliation against the Society that would come with the release of the beast. Constant comparison with her loathsome cousin, Miasnik, drove her even further out of anything resembling a warm or familial background.

To further prepare her for the day she would fight the Brotherhood in the open, she was given materials with which to study the outside world. She became enamored with it ? as it was 100 years ago. Everything since the early 1900s irritates her; she is fascinated with the world of steam trains and gaslit nights, and even a little love for the wild west has seeped into her. She is content to recline in her study, playing phonograph records of classic operas, reading the works of the so-called great thinkers whom she admires and disdains with equal fervency.

Born in Germany and to German parents, Frauka was nevertheless instructed in the English language, considering its ubiquity in the outside world. Taught from an early age, her German accent is for the most part nonexistent, but rather is British like that of her tutor. She also knows a smattering of French and just enough of the other languages one needs to get by with on the European continent.

Over the years her training and her inclusion in some spy missions aboveground have left her a capable servant to the Society. However, one mission several years ago in which she was teamed with Miasnik was not a success. When they both attempted to glean information from a London informant, their fierce one-upmanship lost them their objective.

At 37, Frauka is aware that she is rapidly approaching the age when she may outlive her usefulness. Like any fervent devotee to a cause, though, she believes that she is merely one part of a greater whole that will move toward its purpose even after she is gone.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Monkatraz]

[size=1][color=blue][b]Name[/b] Julien de Saint-Marc
[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Nationality:[/b] French
[b]Faction:[/b] Hunter

[b]Weapons/Items:[/b] Usually carries his cell phone and Glock-21 (with one or two extra clips) as well as much money as he believes he'll need.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Julien is usually seen wearing some stylish and no-doubt expensive outfit that fittingly gives him the appearance of a rich metropolitan. His hair is usually well-kempt and stylized. Also, he likes to wear a pair of dark sunglasses that he insists adds to his 'mystique'. His skin is light toned and his short height is something that he considers his worst feature.

[b]Personality:[/b] If one were to ask one of the older members of the Hunters they would likely say [b]"He is a trivial, hedonistic, dishonest, and disrespectful person and shames his father's name by sharing it with him."[/b] While the senior Hunters do generally share that view of him he is generally well liked by the younger ones though still considered trivial. However, Julien often acts contrary to his persona of a spoiled rich kid, showing deep compassion and strong will, though he exhibits such traits so rarely only few of his closest allies know of them at all which may be why the different age groups within the Hunters have such a difference of respect for him. Though for all the differences in their views, Julien is certainly easy-going, good-natured and rebellious.

[b]Biography:[/b] Julien de Saint-Marc was born into one of the oldest (and wealthiest) families of Hunters in the world. All other members of his family were already respected Hunters at the time of his birth, especially his father. As he grew up he was taught how to defend himself well, through the arts of fencing and unarmed combat; and became a masterful martial artist. Through his teens he was taught about the wolves by his father and became expected to join the Hunters, which he had planned to do. When he was 17 his father was killed by a member of the Society of the Blood. During the time of mourning for his father none of his family or friends as much as saw Julien and when he did reappear he ignored the existence of the Hunters or the Brotherhood for years. It was then that the senior Hunter's view of him as a spoiled, hedonistic and apathetic cretan galvanized and they ignored his actions for the years until he came back to the Hunters. To the surprise of all he came to join the Hunters, and while the elders were highly skeptical they allowed him to join. At this time he had rid himself of his fencing rapier claiming that dances were of no use in an actual battle and instead carried with him a pistol (though he remains a master martial artist). As he lived his career as a Hunter, the elders continued to dislike him even though he had proven a strong member because he acted as if he cared nothing about the Hunters in general and had no true reason to join. Nonetheless, he gained many younger allies in the Hunters who respected his fighting skill and enjoyed his company.[/color][/size]

OOC: Lemme know if there are any problems.

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Arkadie Doroshenko.

[b]Age[/b]: 51.

[b]Nationality[/b]: Ukrainian born in Odessa, Ukraine.

[b]Faction[/b]: Hunters.

[b]Weapons/Items[/b]:

Weapons- [url=http://world.guns.ru/assault/as08-e.htm]AN-94 Assault Rifle[/url]: The most modern assault rifle currently in the Russian Federation's inventory. Only elite military units and police forces have the rifle, it was difficult for Arkadie to obtain one though anything [or anyone] can be bought with the right sum of money- especially in Russia. This is his weapon of choice.

Serrated combat knife: For those times when you just have to get up close and personal.

Items-

Arkadie's Truck: An old [url=http://www.baument.com/CDPreviews/meshes10/300/US6ODIntro.jpg]Studebaker US6[/url]. Sent to the Soviet Union during World War 2 via the Lend-Lease Act, this truck was a junkheap when Arkadie obtained it ('junkheap' being a little too generous). Carefully restored over a year or so during the 70's it is his main way of getting around. Rough and rugged it can take the most horrible of terrains.

Cellphone: No description needed.

[b]Appearance[/b]: Speckled with gray hairs, black unkempt hair crowns his head messily going this way and that. He shaves once every few weeks, leaving him with a light beard most of the time. His clothing is just casual faire matched with a brown trenchcoat. He is tall and statuesque, his physique is very good for someone his age although he insists he's not [i]that[/i] old yet. His eyes are a deep brown color. If you stare into them just long enough you can detect a bit of a lingering flame dancing within, waiting for the opportune time to flare up.

[b]Personality[/b]: Dry wit and sarcasm drips throughout his mind- much time has passed since he has fallen into cynicism and pessimism. By now it's infested [i]everywhere[/i] within his mind. His bleak outlook is matched with an attention to duty and loyalty, doing what you have to do no matter what the consequences. A balanced mix of loathing and contentment keep him from teetering to far into depression or rapture and, perhaps, makes him a little dully stoic. He has a sense of humor, dark as it is, and makes use of it intermittently.

His education in the Ukraine was good enough and he's well versed in Philosophy and Military Science from his time spent in Kiev University. Muttering nihilistic statements to himself as he drives is the most he does to give his current comrades any insight to his knowledge so most of them have no idea of his strengths in the two mentioned fields.

[b]Biography/Snippet[/b]: Recently recruited to the Hunter faction his past is something he keeps to himself. What is known from public records within the Ukraine and Russia is that he was a career soldier within the Red Army who retired after a long tour of duty in the Soviet-Afghanistan war after inheriting a large sum of money. His heritage has ties to an old Hunter family who were Cossacks within the Ukraine. With a new conflict brewing and manpower low, the Hunters sent him a letter detailing the situation at large and offering him a job. Listless with his semi-retired state, he agreed to join their faction.

~-~

Arkadie turned off his truck and opened the door. He glanced back inside and grabbed a few Czech Korunas before leaping out into the streets of Prague. Streetlights dotted the street, parting the darkness of the evening with their serene glow. The only glow Arkadie was interested in though was the sign right in front of him. Written in Czech it said, simply, "The Highlife Bar" and it was his destination of the moment. Swinging the door open he looked on into the semi-empty bar. A couple of men scattered here and there drinking to themselves but that was about it. 'How dull', he thought to himself as he entered.

He walked up to the bar, his footsteps loud from the heavy boots he was wearing. He leaned on it and looked to the bartender who smiled at him and asked "What'll it be?"

Arkadie responded and the bartender went off to get him his drink. He wryly smiled- his Czech was rusty but he was fairly certain he had ordered the right drink. Slavic languages were his forte having grown up in the Ukraine and he was confident in his mastery of them. The TV next to him blared out the local news, the anchor detailing a new series bizarre murders. If only they knew. If people were panicking now they'd run like the little roaches they are once they knew the truth. The bartender walked back and set the drink down in front of him. Arkadie lifted the glass up and muttered 'Here's to you, Beast' before taking a long sip of it. He sat the drink down and tilted his head to the side, sighing.

It was the wrong drink.[/color]

[Darth Vectis]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B]Brother Savage (First name Kain)
[B]
Age:[/B] 24

[B]Nationality:[/B] ½ Native American, ½ Welsh. Savage was born in America, but was raised in Cardiff, Wales.
[B]
Faction:[/B] The Brotherhood of the Wolf

[B]Weapons:[/B] Brother Savage uses a glaive as his primary weapon, and unlike your normal pole arm that has only one bladed side. His glaive has a blade on each side, while this proves to be an effective weapon; it is twice as more dangerous then wielding a regular glaive. Savages glaive has one blade facing one way and the other facing the opposite way, giving him a better spinning motion with his weapon.

The pole itself is made of sturdy steel that keeps the weapon stable, but also has a grip covering half of the shaft and can fold up for easy carrying. His back up weapon is a blade with a wave in the blade and it looks a bit rusty, and the bindings appear to be slowly unraveling on the handle. But the blade remains sharp, and ready for battle.

[B]Items:[/B] Savage carries a tribal arm band around his right arm that use to be his fathers, it has a feather with several notches in it that signifiy that the previous owner was a great warrior. Savage likes to keep it around to motivate him at all times.

He also has a tribal knife, its age is about a hundred years old so it is more for show then use. He keeps it around because its been handed down through his family for several generations, from father to son.
[B]
Appearance:[/B] Brother Savage stands roughly about 6?1? and has lean tone with his upper body being a bit bulkier then the rest of him. His hands are scarred and calloused from the extensive training he needed and does to use his double-sided glaive. His hair is a dark brown, almost black, and is about mid back in length he usually ties it back all the time.

His eyes are dark green that gives him a rather harsh look, but his face is rather young looking and he is often seen with a cleanly shaven face.The clothes he dawns are usually a black vest over a black tank top or a black long sleeve shirt. He also wears slightly baggy pants and black boots that have a metal stud on the heel and an extra strap on the side of his left boot to keep a knife if need be.

[B]Personality:[/B] Savage likes to stay away from large crowds and doesn?t like people getting to close to him, and that is mostly because he doesn?t like to be touched. Other wise he can be rather friendly person, speaking in a normal tone to people and being patient even with the most stubborn of people and more often then not he is a man of reason and rational decisions.

And when it comes to the truly hard decisions that would be morally wrong among normal people, he takes the leap and makes a firm decision. Letting nothing deter him from his final thought on the matter, and in battle or faced with extreme problems, he shuts away his emotions and does the two of lesser evils. Whether it be deciding on his next move, or who has to die by his hand.

[B]Biography/Snippet:[/B] Savage was born in America, his father was a Cherokee living on one of the Indian Reservations. His mother was Welsh and had only arrived in the country about 5 years, with her own mother and father, before meeting Savages father. Her family is part of the Brotherhood for a century, so his mother was a rather seasoned fighter and his father was also the classic example of an honorable warrior.

About a year after his father and mother had met, they got married and nine months later they gave birth to Kain. Kain was the biggest in his family, his mother also had three more children. One more boy, and two girls, all of them actually grew up into a rather normal family. His father, shortly after getting married and having Kain, joined the Brotherhood to protect his family along with his wife.

When Kain turned about nine and his siblings were about a year about from each other. Making them eight, seven, and six, Kain became aware of the Brotherhood by accident. He had caught his mother and father discussing matters concerning the beast and what they were to do. They had planned to move to Wales and do their search for it there.

Kain kept this to himself, not sure whether he was really going to accept the fact that his parents were hunting for a beast that was from Europe. But he didn't have to face it then, he didn't have to face it until their move to Wales. Where he lost a crucial part of his life and became an offical and permanent member of the Brotherhood. When his family moved back to Wales, they were attacked eight years after they had moved there.

Kain had already confronted his parents on what he had seen and what they had talked about so long ago, but was still fresh in his memory. After that he became distant and always hid in his room and snuck out of his room often to get away from everything to clear his head. But that night, would forever change his life.

Kain wasn't there that fateful night, he had snuck out of his room to see Wales at night, like he normally did, and try to get a grip on the fact that his life was being controlled and jerked around by an ancient organization that had nothing to do with him. That night, he would find out that this had far more to do with him then he realized. He returned the next morning, sneaking in quietly so as not to wake his parents.

When he came to his room he found it torn apart, his mattress ripped to shreds, the walls clawed violently, lamps were thrown and shattered all over the ground and his closet had been torn through as well. He was shocked and horrified to see his room in such disarray, he left it and searched the rest of his home. Finding more then shredded furniture and destroyed lamps and walls. He found blood splattered in several parts of the house.

In the kitchen, the living room, family room and a light trail leading up the stairs to the other rooms. He searched the other rooms and first went to his siblings rooms, he found one of his sisters horribly mangled and laying in her own pool of blood. Her eyes had been torn from the sockets and her tongue was removed. Her stomach has been cut open and her entrails were strewen about her room. He found his youngest sister alive and cowering in the closet.

He never found his brother, he had vanished all together and there was no trace of blood from him or that he had run away. Kain's last stop was his parents room, which was the most gruesome and grizzly death he would ever see. That day he learned how to shut away his emotions and think rationally during such a terrible ordeal. He had put his sister in fauster care so that she would be able to grow up in a normal family.

Kain went in search of the Brotherhood. Even though he had nothing to go on and only the use of his last name, Savage. He searched high and low for four years before they found him. They had heard about how his parents had been attacked, how his sister had been mutilated another tramutized, mabye forever, and the last was never found.

They took him in and from that day forth, he has trained and worked to reach his level of strength and prowless he has. Now, he looks for his younger brother and hunts the people, or beats, that destroyed his home and his life. Ready to tear out the monsters beating heart and crush it in his hand.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]OOC: Hope thats decent Vicky.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Vicky]

[SIZE=1]Lot'sa people signed up, I'm impressed! But not everyone can get in. Sign-ups are open until... let's say Tuesday. This time around I'm not going to nag about sign-ups and give people loads of suggestions to get in the RPG... I'll just say if you've been declined and desperately want in then look at the other sign-ups. Namely the last six.[/SIZE]

[B]Players[/B]

[SIZE=1]Brotherhood of the Wolf[/SIZE]
[list]
[*][B]StarrStruck[/B] - Brother Enslin
[*][B]Sin[/B] - Borther Savage[Pending]
[*][B]Darren[/B] - Brother Haruki Shimozato
[*][B]Random[/B] - Brother (Samuel) Flory
[*][B]Vicky[/B] - Brother Tala-Taima
[/list]

[SIZE=1]Society of Blood[/SIZE]
[list]
[*][B]Nefertimon[/B] - Sarundanka
[*][B]Ozymandius Jones[/B] - Miasnik Vhalamna
[*][B]OrangeJuiles[/B] - Frauka Benedikt
[/list]

[SIZE=1]The Hunters[/SIZE]
[list]
[*][B]Monkatraz[/B] - Julien de Saint-Marc
[*][B]DeathKnight[/B] - Arkadie Doroshenko
[/list]


[SIZE=1][CENTER]EDIT: Wow, more Brotherhood members. Anyone joining after Random will have to join another factions. If there are no more members joining then the Hunters and Society can have some additional characters to [strike]kick our arses[/strike] even things out.[/CENTER]



So, if you didn't get in, feel free to change your sign-up or PM me if you want some specifics to change. I would make a big list, but I spent my energy going overboard with my sign-up. You only have until Tuesday to complete your sign-up.

[B]BROTHERHOOD MEMBERS: In my biography Taima does gather together some of the members, it's up to you in the RPG if you've already met Taima or not. By the way, no one has to read all my sign-up, not the biography since I keep making them long. Just the personality if you want XD[/B]

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[B]Name:[/B] Brother Tala-Taima
[B]Age:[/B] 32
[B]Nationality:[/B] Native American, born in England (direct descendant, no mixed blood)
[B]Faction:[/B] The Brotherhood of the Wolf


[B]Weapons/Items:[/B] Taima doesn?t carry many weapons and doesn?t carry any items. He simply takes with him a long knife on his belt, a smaller knife in his shoe and another knife on his belt. These aren?t important, they?re just a precaution.



[B]Appearance:[/B] Taima is a tall, well built young man with tanned skin and deep, dark brown eyes. His hair is black and quite long, going past his shoulders and sometimes tied back. Taima has a feather earring in his right ear and tattoos on the right side of his body. The tattoos are black and start from just under his chin and travel down his arm, crossing over half his chest but staying on the right. You rarely see these tattoos as Taima always wears a shirt, except in important battles/hunts/meetings where he takes off his shirt and wears the face paint his ancestors wore three hundred years ago. Taima dresses quite causally when in cities and whatnot, so not to attract attention, his clothes in the outside world do vary a lot. Otherwise he can be found looking like his ancestor, the first Leader.



[B]Personality:[/B] A tranquil, calm man most of the time. Taima doesn?t tend to let his emotions go haywire, but this doesn?t mean he doesn?t have any. Taima feels strongly about animal cruelty and will try his hand at talking first (which he does lots of, being the leader) and then will fight. He isn?t a vicious fighter, he tends to do what is necessary and nothing more. Taima doesn?t like losing control of anything. His fighting, his emotions? anything at all. Generally he?s a very nice guy, welcoming, understanding, and not prone to prejudice/hate/discrimination like many others. He tends to appear quite intelligent and peaceful on first appearance and normally stays that way.

There have been occasions when Taima has shown clear signs of anger and has let it out through his fighting. When angered Taima can become very, very vicious. He isn?t a super human at all, pain obviously hurts him and pain is a means making him angry. Pain towards his friends and family is one of the most powerful ways to provoke him.



[B]Biography/Snippet:[/B] Taima is a descendant of Brother Wakhan, a direct descendant and perfect proof that the Brotherhood was as much as a family as the Society. Taima was born in England, in the actual Brotherhood hide out, so there has been some arguments to whether he can be classed as a Native American. Taima?s father had left for his home in America when Taima was only two so he spent most of his time with his mother. For unknown reasons, Taima and his mother had moved out of the Underground HQ and had a house built nearby. Taima would normally go out on his own, back to the Underground and to wonder around in the woods and sometimes he would go as far as the mountains.

Taima?s father didn?t return from America. It was his father?s job, as leader, to tell Taima everything about his upcoming job, the Brotherhood and their history. His mother told Taima that he had a grandfather who had retired long ago to Italy. Taima was made to travel to Italy to see his grandfather and learn about the Brotherhood, something his father never taught him. At this time Taima wasn?t sure what happened to his father, though he did have a dark feeling inside.

His grandfather, Brother Dyami, turned out to be quite the legend in the Brotherhood. Although the Brotherhood hadn?t taken on many big challenges after the disappearance of the beast all those years ago, Dyami was in fact responsible for keeping the Brotherhood together. He had brought numerous members of the Brotherhood back to the cave for meetings, he told Taima that they would sometimes sit there all night and trade stories of their adventures in the real world. Dyami explained that the Brotherhood was an incredibly old faction and if its members were to slowly forget who they were they would never pass it down to their children and the Brotherhood would fall a part.

Dyami spent ten years with Taima. Taima was fifteen when he first went to see his grandfather and was twenty five when he left. During those years he was taught the history of the Brotherhood, the meaning of what they would do, its origins and its adventures three hundred years ago. Now, Taima knew vaguely about the Brotherhood, but Dyami had taught him more than he could imagine. Since it was important to keep the Brotherhood together Taima was given all the names of the original members and their descendants. It was amazing that Dyami had kept a record of it. Taima took down all the names of grandfathers possibly alive in this year, their children, and their children?s children, and he would later be determined to meet most of the valuable members of the Brotherhood to keep it alive.

At the age of twenty five Taima went back home to his mother when he received word that she was ill. When he arrived home she was indeed ill but insisted she wouldn?t go to a hospital. Taima kept her wishes and stayed with his mother, and while he stayed he had also received word that his father had been killed in America almost thirteen years ago. Taima was quite shocked that he had only just heard, although he wasn?t as heartbroken as most would be, having only seen his father a few times and remembered it. Taima chose to stay with his mother until her eventual death a year later, in which Taima had her body cremated and kept her ashes in a small box. He then requested his father?s ashes be sent to him.

Taima spent his later years in England, in the real city. He had never actually been to a school but his intelligence was impressive, his grandfather had passed down a lot of knowledge. Without qualifications he had some trouble getting a well-paid job, not enough to afford the house he had bought. He then opened his own self-defence club, turning his house into one big dojo. He acquired a license for all this and taught young teenagers a mix of Tae Kwon Do and a sacred Brotherhood art, Chucheip, both taught from Dyami. Taima had to travel miles back to his first home near the Underground due to this, he couldn?t sleep in the dojo.

A few years later, when Taima was twenty eight, he sent letters to his grandfather. He received no reply to the first few and, after awhile, he finally got one from his grandfather?s caretaker. Taima?s grandfather had passed away in his sleep. Taima had to cancel a year?s worth of training for his teenagers learning martial arts and had another man take over while he grieved and organised a ceremony. Taima took his father, his mother and his grandfather?s ashes to a shore in Wales and took his chance to invite every member of the Brotherhood he knew of. Many came to see the new leader and pay tribute to Dyami. It was here where Taima met most of the Brotherhood members and where he promised to bring them all back together for one big adventure.

He sailed across the America and, at sea, he released his family?s ashes. He returned to England at thirty two, upon hearing of the beast?s return. He called all the members he knew of, and even some he didn?t. New recruits in the Brotherhood came forward to help, most of them being students at Taima?s fighting school.[/size]

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[B]Name:[/B] Brother (Samuel) Flory

[B]Age:[/B] Twenty-Seven

[B]Nationality:[/B] British

[b]Birthplace:[/b] London, England

[B]Faction:[/B] Brotherhood of the Wolf

[B]Weapons:[/B] Brother Flory wields rather unusual weapons. They resemble swords, but are in actuality two two-foot-long [URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/96/Kalari-Urumi.jpg]whips[/URL]. The bronze handles come from swords, while each strand of the whips are made from a different type of metal. As seen in the picture, the whips can be curled together for easy transport. Just for a safety precaution, Brother Flory also has a small dagger, hidden on his left leg.

[b]Items:[/b] Brother Flory's only item that he carries is a small [URL=http://www.metalsmiths.com/dagger.jpg]pendant[/URL], a momento from his mother.

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://members.aol.com/jonathanm221/images/guys93.jpg]Brother Flory[/URL]

[B]Personality:[/B] Brother Flory's personality is, for a lack of better words, a mixed bag. He's usually the fun-loving, happy-go-lucky guy, unless things don't go the way he wants them to. In that case, his immense temper starts to flare, and he becomes a lot more than just an ***. Other than that, he usually has kind words to say, and always speaks his mind, without thinking about the outcome. He's very outgoing.

[B]Biography/Snippet:[/B] Edit...

vicky, I'll edit the rest in on Monday...hope that's okay!
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[Vicky]

[SIZE=1]Alright, two threads up:

[B][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=54498]Adventure Square[/URL]
[URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=54497]Underground[/URL][/B]

Check out the Underground before posting, please. Any questions can be directed to me straight away, for an immediant response you should probably IM me, keeping in mind I'm not in the best of moods today.

Leon, sorry buddy, but maybe next time. You need to use capitals for your sign-up header, and I don't think your snippet was too good either. I'd be happy to give you some more reasons, later on, like I said I'm not in the best of moods but that hasn't effected my judgement.

Sign-ups will stay open until Tuesday. Thank you all for joining, have fun. Please.[/SIZE]

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1]Thanks for letting my join so late Vicky.

[b]Name:[/b] Niall Ryan

[b]Age:[/b] 32

[b]Nationality:[/b] Irish

[b]Faction:[/b] Hunters

[b]Weapons/Items:[/b]

[list][*][url=http://www.sigarms.com/Products/ShowCatalogProductDetails.aspx?categoryid=35&productid=114][B]SIG 556[/B][/url]: As is the case with most of his brethren in the hunt, Niall has gained access to civilian restricted rifles with which to hunt the beast.


[*][url=http://www.sigarms.com/Products/ShowCatalogProductDetails.aspx?categoryid=6&productid=146][B]SIG SAUER P220R Equinox[/B][/URL]: Niall's "day gun" if you like, this is the weapon he's more than likely to carry on his person on a day to day basis, as it's rather difficult to hide a SIG 556 from plain sight.


[*][b]Martial Arts Training:[/b] Despite being rather partial to the Equinox, Niall knows it?s certain possible to lose access to his weapons for a period of time. In response, although this is the case with many hunters, he?s trained excessively in martial arts, in his own case, Shotokan Karate.[/list]

[B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://www.asahi-net.or.jp/~mq6s-tgsk/ewan/pic/0313.jpg][b]Niall[/b][/url]. Pretty much as seen there, though without the tattoo or jewellery as Niall is a bit of a neat freak. Stands roughly 6'1" and is athletically toned, like many of the Hunters, as you?re not going to catch very much if you?re overweight and unable to give chase. Not overly concerned with what clothes he wears, choosing comfort and functionality over style and fashion trends.

[b]Personality:[/b] Quiet, unassuming and an eternal optimist, the very fact that Niall is a member of the hunters seem to be a contradiction. Although he is one of the younger hunter by chorological age, there is little doubt that Niall finds himself more at home and more comfortable intellectually with the elder hunters, those now unable to hunt the beast and so mentor their successors with their vast experience and wisdom. Most of the time he can be found in libraries or museums, trying to sate his unquenchable thirst for knowledge and buried up to his eyes in books from several different eras and genres. Due to the fact that his family have been hunters for generations leaves him slightly superior in tone to younger and newer hunters, it?s not intentional, it?s just that he can sometimes sound condescending without meaning to.

[b]Biography/Snippet:[/b] The letter recalling Niall had been left on the table of his sparse apartment, his training regiment would not allow him even a moments rest for the next hour. He?s torn open the letter the moment it arrived, it?s contents quickly filtered into his mind and left him deeply troubled. ?[b]It?s not possible...[/b]? The words were hollow, it was possible, it was happening, the Beast was back. He?d spent hours in his father?s library as a child, Kevin Ryan had been one of the wealthier hunters, but truly dedicated to the cause, and of his three sons, he?s brought Niall the eldest into his confidence. At first the boy had been sceptical, a hidden history of a monster unknown to but a handful of people, it seemed more like a bedtime story his father would tell him. But reading more and more of his father?s library, books concealed from those who were not hunters, Niall came to realise his father was telling the truth. He pledged himself to his father?s training and to the hunter?s brotherhood against the beast.

?[b]996... 997... 998... 999... 1000[/b]? Niall was gulping in air at this stage, the muscles in his abdomen screamed for mercy, not yet, he had more training to do, he had to be ready. Despite being his son, his father had trained Niall as a drill instructor would train a new recruit, mercilessly, they would run for miles without stopping, train for hours without rest and after it all his father will still tell him it was not enough. He never hated his father for being so harsh, he knew what was at stake, knew that the hunters were losing members, fathers not training their sons to follow their path, Niall had to be ready for what he would eventually face. He remembered the day he had been officially welcomed into the hunters, he was not the son of Kevin Ryan on that day, he was Niall Ryan, hunter in his own right. His father?s eyes had been filled with pride on that day, it was not fair he had not lived to see Niall progress further. Of all the things to kill a hunter as great as his father, cancer seemed unfair, to watch his father wither from within until he had no further strength tore Niall to shreds inside.

Sweat dripped down onto his training mat, a few more minutes and he would be finished for today. It would have been better to be able to spar against an opponent, but for now his katas would simple have to suffice. After his father?s death he had been brought even further into the hierarchy of the hunters, it had been his father?s wish that his son replace him, but the elders disagreed, even for one so respected as Kevin Ryan, his son was too young to hold such a position of responsibility. He was only eighteen, had he been a decade older there may have been some chance, but he for now he was too young. There was also the fact that the hunters no longer operated together as a cohesive brotherhood, families stayed in contact, this was true, but there was no need to reform the elder council as the beast had disappeared, not seen in generations. Fourteen years had now passed, and now a letter confirming his worst fears law on his table, he needed to be ready.[/SIZE]