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New Port Maine; a small town that sits just off the beach, behind which grows acres and acres of forest that the towns people usually avoid. Rumors of ghost people and stories of children being snatched from their beds and dragged to the dreading dark woods for some unknown animals, haunt the town. The bad reputation keeps people from wondering out too far into the woods. Quaint cafes and little houses make up the small town, with the Old Rock Church sitting just in the middle of it all.
In the foggy woods, two vampire clans reside, the Diphylla and the Lycaon. The Diphylla make up the Northern part of the woods, the Lycaon, the Southern half; the borderline marker being the invisible line that the Old Rock Church sits on.
The Diphylla, smaller in numbers than the Lycaon, come from bat like descendants. Other than their pale skin and sharp fangs, they have leathery bat like wings that sit where a humans shoulder blades should rest. These wings are retractable, curved with little hooks resting on the joint bone of the top of the wings.
The Lycaon come from the wolves. Their clan runs like a wolf pack; with an alpha as their leader and beta the second in command. Those two powerful positions make up the leadership of the clan. The Lycaon can shift from wolf to human form at will, though this doesn't happen often, and are born with an amazing sense of smell and hearing.
Both clans share similarities as well, bloodlines and genetics that bond the species. Only coming out at night, the vampires feed on living human flesh and blood to help sustain their own needs. Fangs replace their teeth, making injection of the neck or arm easier to suck blood. The only way to kill a vampire would be by  driving a wooden stake though it's heart or dragging it onto blessed or holy ground. At 18 years, the age of maturity, both clans receive their ability; the Lycaon get the ability to sift and the Diphylla, the ability to use and hide their wings.
The two clans, both at war with each other, are vile and cruel, going as far as killing their own clan members if needs be. But things are bound to change at some moment in time...
All wars have an end. And this ones coming fast.
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A tad cheesey ending I apologize but it's the storyline that gets me excited for this!
So, I want this one to be a good one! I want everyone to join, and you MUST double or triple. Tripling would be nice although I know for some its difficult. With extra characters, your usual detailing lacks in your posts- thats what happens when I double. Now, here are the rules.

RULES
I. Proper grammar, I beg of you. Spelling errors are accepted.
II.Please don't join if you aren't going to post frequently...people anger me.
III.This is modern day, so uh...don't walk out of your little house wearing a huge ass gown?
IV.No godmodding. If some battle starts to go on and you get hit- you can bleed or...break...or whatever. Just don't take it to the extent where you actually CANNOT be killed, thats just unrealistic. Oh!
V.No perfect characters. Something has to be a little of, weird, or wrong with your people.
VI.The reason you must double is not just because I need an even amount of people, it's because if one of your characters do die, you'll still be able to play in the game. And I want some sort of death in the game, just so it can make a grave affect on the other characters still alive and make the war a tad more....interesting?
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Bio skeleton:
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Name:______
Age:__
Clan:  ______  Species:____
Acts in the war(Anything you've uh,...done to escalate or help tone down the war. Or your characters thoughts on the war) :
Bio or anything else you'd like people to know about your character( likes, dislikes, family shit, how you got turned to a vampire or lycan or if it was a thing given to you at birth or whatnot):
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My bio:

Name: Rider Maena (May-een-na)
Age: 133 forever frozen at 17
Clan:Diphylla    Species: Vampire
Acts in the war: Rider or Ry actually escalated the war on pure instinct. She wishes to end the war as soon as possible, although she hated Lycans and dogs all and all, she believes fighting about it is just silly. She was on her hunt for human blood, on the outskirts of town, closer to the border of the city right next to the forest- when a werewolf crossed her path and saved the human she was going to feed off of. And when a vampire is about to earn blood, they go a tad...crazy. A franticness sets in, and when it's taken from them, the franticness leaves and it's replaced with rage. She killed the wolf, going...like apeshit on it. Which made her clan leader proud. But it made Ry feel like shit. She never inteaded on killing anything but humans to keep her sanity.
Bio: Rider was born into being a vampire. Her mother and father were the clan leaders until they died in the war just after she was born. So, she doesn't really care about them, and it's not a sensitive topic for her. She had been a vampire all her life, And born vampires stop aging at 19so shes got two more years. Rider kept to herself most of the time, until she realized that it got her no where. Then with a bit of practice over the years along with her rebbellion teenage years, she was able to get out of her shell, heck she'd be spending eternity with the people shes around now. Might as well get used to 'em, right? So, Ry got blut. And she got what she wanted by doing so. The current clan leader favorites her, just because shes sweet in a way and rude at the same time. When she hasn't hunted in a while, her eyes become a dark stormy grey, and after hunting her eyes are a tad lighter blue as the picture above. Riders style inclues lots of dark jeans, and leather jackets and short leather boots. And you'll never ever see her sporting pink. Shes the girly deffinition of tomboy.
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Name: Tyler Owens.
Age:19
Clan: Lycaons
Acts in the war: Tylers older brother Brentt was killed by one of the Blood Suckers. And he would always be scarred. So, he got his revenge by attempting to kill one of their loved ones. He didn't give it his all, because he could've killed the young one if he tried. But just to scare the Diphylla's a bit, he sent the boy home cracked and broken. Other than that, Tyler really has everyhting to do with the war. Or he wished it was that way. Tyler is Beta wolf, and is competely happy with fighting. He just isn't getting as many kills as he wished.
Bio: Tyler is very family oriented so when his brother died from a blood sucker, he when crazy. He left the pack for a while, attempting to get his shit together. But when he realized he couldn't do it alone, he came back to the pack. And it wasn't an easy thing to do. The Alpha wouldn't let him back in just because he showed up. He has to prove his place back in the pack. Sooner or later he earned his spot back as Beta wolf. When Tyler isn't being his usualy cocky, joking self. Hes out being the stud he is. He plays the ladies just a tad too much to his pleasure. He isn't a bad guy, he just cant get enough of the girls.

Name: Rixon
Age: 19, 2-- lost count over the years
Clan: Diphylla  Species: Vampire
Acts in war/Bio: Rixon has a long past going back with his hatrid of Lycaon. When he was first changed into the vampirehe is today, he was in the control of a vampire master who forced him and many of his so to say 'slaves' to defend him from the Lycaon. This was oldern day England where many vampire master were creating armies to fend off the beasts they all hated. He fought many battles as a young vampire and watched many of his collegues die because of it, including someone close to his heart. Rixon wasn't always as evil and sinister as he is today, he had a heart, a heart for a beautiful vampire girl, Liliana. When fighting the Lycaon she was ripped away from him, literally into pieces by a wolf, and he told himself he would never love again. Since then, he has never gotten over his grudge with the Lycaon, and he wants to finish them off for good, and now with his stronger powers, Rider and other Vampires he thinks he can, but he has no idea what's in store. Will he find another to soften his black heart, or will he continue to murder his way to hapiness. Rixon is strong, he has a fierce temper and he dosn't really get along with anybody. He's constantly angry, and many vampires like to stay clear of him because he's not afraid to show his powers. Along with strength and speed he can also plant visions in peoples minds so they think that they are crawling with spiders or watching there loved ones die in front of them when it is just a projection, but it takes alot out of him so he dosn't use it much and it dosn't work well on the were's so he normally just uses it on his pathetic meal. 

ill post a bio in a sec.

Name: Wren
Age: 17.5
Species: Human
Bio/Acts of War: Wren escapes from her hours, her parents fighting again due to the soon divorce, when she finds herself intrigued by _________, not knowing that she will soon be a key piece in that provides trouble for the war. Wren is a senior in high school, she had a typical high school life, typical in the process of divorcing parents, and typical looks. She’s big on reading, especially romance and fantasy, and she is also an avid photographer as well as tennis player. You can always find her with her old camera attached around her neck ready to snap a photo at any moments notice, her favorite is nature. She is an avid daydreamer and can’t seem to wrap her mind around anything but the books she reads, although she is very smart and does well in school. She’s a hopeless romantic, never been kissed or let alone had a real boyfriend since she’s so busy with school, trying to get into the college of her dreams and get out of this small creepy town. She dreams that the guys she falls in love with will be like all the Romeo’s in her stories she reads, and what a surprise she will have when she finally meets him.

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This is Aliah. (Uhl-eye-yuh | meaning: evil, iniquity)

Clan: Diphylla   Species: Blood-sucker

Ali (Ah-lee) was sucked into the lifestyle many fear at the young age of twenty-two. Now, nearly 136 years later, he still roams the earth looking as smashing as he ever did. His mind, much like any other 22 year old was focused on a single beaut. You see, Ali was hooked on a fair maiden that was torn from him the same night he was turned into a vampire. Hard time is his middle name. Aliah adores the fact that his fellow blood-suckers fear him, well a good portion of them anyway. He was never one for the war, but when he was told the facts about that brutal night, war became his priority. He's willing to do whatever it takes to wipe out the race that stole his beloved from him. 

(Sorry it sucks!)

Name: Austin Carson 

Age: 18

Clan: Diphylla          Species:Vampire

Acts in the war : Austin hates the war, he hates the humans, and he hates the other clan. He hates all vampires even himself. He isnt as fortunate as others though, he always has to be in the activitys of war so he is helping the clan against his wants but hey he understands that he has to do what he has to do to live....even if he is already 127 years old.

Bio or anything else you'd like people to know about your character: Austin was made into the monster he is now by a vampire. He lost his girlfriend a long time ago, due to the fact that she remained human while he was the freak. He for somereason though has a soft spot for humans especially the girls. He doesnt like vampire girls (for a reason he doesnt even understand)

Name: Chase Tucker

Age:19

Lycaon

Act in war: He really doesnt act in the war As much as other would like him to he refuses to. His father was one of the best so its assumed that Chase is too but he wont even attempt to fight, which hurts his dad but its his life. He is the one watching say get over it.

BIo: He and Tyler are bestfriends well for now. Chase is outgoing, a flirt, and somehow optomistic. He is a joker though which gets him in trouble all the time.  Always wears the necklace in the photo, something his grandfather gave him before the war started.

We actually have one extra guy.
So, anyone else want to double or triple as another girl.

Human: X Wolf: X and X
Name: Dixie Hemming (Hemming meaning Werewolf in Scandinavian)
Age:17
Acts in the war: Dixie is a fighter, a big fighter. So of course, she does WHATEVER she can to keep the war interesting. She has done many little things to get the blood-suckers going. And she loves to play games. Which makes it even all the more fun to her. Not only doesn she bother the leaches, sometimes her rude acts bother some in her own clan. But she can't help it.
Bio: Dixie was born into a family of wolfs. Her mother wasn't one, but her father was, and she was the only child in her family. Dixie is very family loving, she lives with her parents and younger sister. Dix for short. Shes loved in the pack, sometimes... Shes got a big temper and she usually lets out short rude remarks. But at the end of the day, all of the pack loves eachother in some way. And of course, they'd all fight to the death for eachother. Dixie isn't one to share her feelings easily. Shes got a tough exterrior, but anyone that knows her, knows shes extremely close to her family members. She cares about them more than herself, and when you first meet her you think herself is the only thing she cares about at all. But underneath all of that rudeness and blutness, shes just a girl. And like any other girl, all she wants is to find that guy that equals her out.

Scene!:

The moon is up and high, not to mention its full. In the 1600's when the moon was full, people would go crazy doing immature things. They blamed it on the moon, and it's pull of the water, and how it affects the water inside of the persons body. Thats why it's called a lunatic. Luna meaning moon. Just maybe, thats true. Or maybe, there was a war between...mythical creatures of the night. Just like there is now. The night gives the forest an eerie, empty look. And a thick fog settling around the floors, trees, and buldings of the forest and town of New Port Maine. The Diphylla clan's members haven't fed in weeks, giving them a weak look. Tonight is the night half of the clan leaves to feed. And it just so happens, on the same night it's the Lycaon clans night to hold their meeting. The towns people are tucked in bed, or out getting their fix of alcohol for the nights being. The funny thing is, the little dark haired woman walking home alone has no idea shes in such danger. (insert creepy evil laugh hereeee)

Chase stands behind everyone not too into the meeting. He leans on a tree and looks up at the moon. Tries to ignore the talking of the clan and plays a song through his mind. His brown hair is a mess like usual and his blue eyes look up at the moon. He is wearing khaki shorts, a red shirt and white vans. His necklace around his neck like it always is.

Austin walks through the woods, refuseing to follow the rest of the clan. He looks over at the women who doesnt even see him. He doesnt think much of her and walks back towards the rest of them. He is wearing dark jeans, a black jacket, and a grey shirt. Black boots, and his black hair is spiked up it seems.

A burn, no the burn. She thought to herself. The burning the the back of Riders throat had become worse over the past few days. And she blamed it on the clans leader. Maybe if he had eased up on the clan about the war, the younger ones would feel more safe to go out and feed. That thought brang a slight laugh to Rider. No member of this clan would ever feel in danger. Heck, they were all leathal killers. Rider rubbed her knee cap before sliding her arms around her shins and resting her cheek on her knee. Her dark dark grey eyes gazed out into the fridgid fall night. The thick fog confirmed that tonight was a good night for feeding. And she wanted to feed so badly. But she voulenterred to be one of the few to stay behind. Her pale boney fingers laced together over her shins. Rider's side leaned up against the window sil, while she sat on the window seat. In her small room that window seat was the only thing she really liked. She loved the outdoors, and being close to that window made her happy. She had one just like it back at her old house. When her mom and dad still owned the clan. Not like she really missed it. Rider stood up, stretching out gracefully. Her movements far from looking unpracticed. Black leggings graced her thin, muscular legs while a knitted seater hung down tightly past her bottom, with three buttons infront exposing the blak long sleeve that hid under the reddish knit sweater, along with white and black knitted boots that rose to just above her ankle. She cleared her throat noisily and made her way out of her room. She strode down to the common area where she found the rest of the clan leaving for hunt.

Tyler groaned softly, pushing himself out of bed. He tried not to make noise to disturb the lovely sleeping lady in the bed. He forgot her name... But he looked down at the trail of his clothing on the floor and quietly picked it all back up into his arms. His shirt, then his shoes and socks, his jeans, then his boxers.  He figured all the towns people wouldn't really be outside so he threw his clothes out of the young womans bedroom window and took a jump. He phased into wolf form and used his massive jaw to pick up his clothes. He knew the meeting about the war was tonight. And he dreaded that he had to make a stop at his house to drop off his clothing. But he didn't want to show up at the meeting with clothes. The others would automatically know what had been going on and they would torment him about his latest victim of bed warming. Ty just wasn't in the mood for it. He made a quick stop at his fathers house, sliping the clothes that had been in his mouth in through his bedroom window. Tyler had a one story house for just him and his parents. They moved after his older brother...passed. He looked through his window at the digital clock on his bed side table and cursed in his head. I'm late. Alpha's gonna shoot me. He then laughed to himself. It was such a funny joke because, the only bullet that could hurt a wolf without them being able to repair themselfs was a silver bullet. And they didn't sell those in town. So, Tyler trotted through the forest quietly on his merry way. He then remembered he was late. Sometimes he had the attention span of a nat. Next thing he knew he was sprinting through the forest like a sandy colored fuzz of light through the thick fog. Twisting and turning through the lush trees to run into the clearing of where their meetings had been previously held. And of course, everyone was there. Including the alpha. Strangely, in all of the wolf stories the alpha's were males and thats true. But their packs alpha proved she deserved the spot for alpha. And the pack was just as happy to grant her alpha as she was the receive it.


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Wren shoved her head deeper into her pillow trying to drown out the loud voices of her parents screaming and their slamming of cabinet drawers. She sat in that position for a bit before finally realizing it’s no use. She tosses her pillow from her face and gets up to grab her old camera on her desk. She noticed the full moon earlier while she glanced out her window and now she had decided was the best time to one, get away from home, two take some amazing shots, and three cool down a bit. Wren shrugged on a warm cardigan and threw on a scarf and mittens for good measure along with her fuzzy brown boots. She slipped out the back door of her house, her parents not even noticing, camera in hands. She slips into the woods of her back yard, the dark night engulfing her whole body as she walks delicately over the leaves, the only thing to guide her is the pale light from the moon. She can see her breath as she breathes in and out casting a white fog over the terrain. She points her camera and tests the lighting through some trees and adjusts her camera a bit as she does so.

Rixon steps out from a small room into the chamber where he holds his meeting with his colleagues, or fellow vamps. His black hair is tousled, and he sports a pair of jeans, a black blazer and a white v neck trying to look somewhat in charge. “As you know tonight is feeding night…and although the Lycaon are still on the prowl we need to keep up our strength if we want to continue with the war” he said rubbing the small scruff on his chin. “We are stronger in numbers, so tonight I’m letting everyone hunt…..but that means we must take extra precautions” he said letting his s turn into a slight hiss. “I don’t want any humans laying dead, too suspicious, take as much blood for the human to survive and then leave, travel in two’s or stay nearby somebody in case an attack breaks out, we all know Faelan is getting antsy, stay away from the were’s camp, and I mean it no attacks unless I say, and last of all, don’t fuck up or you know the consequences” he says eerily, his eyes turning and almost black as he disappears out of the chamber and into the streets of New Port as fast as they can blink at him.

Chase looked over at Tyler and started to laugh. Everyone in the pack was serious but he knew tyler. He shook his head as tyler was looked at. He kept leaning on the tree as the pack went back to talking.  "Hey Tyler" he said smirking, he unlike the rest wasnt in wolf form...yet at least.

Austin listened to rixons speech and mocked him the whole time. He and Rixon never got along, somewhat of a sibling kind of thing even thought they werent related at all. He followed Rixon but got distracted  by a girl walking with a camera. "Go home" he said loud enough for her to hear but not know where he was. He looked around trying to see if anyone but they were around. "Seriously go!" he said not wanting her to get hurt for some reason.

Tyler looked back at Chase and laughed softly in his head. "Hey, Chase" He replied to his best friend, taking a stand next to him. Tyler notixed the way the rest of the clan watched him when he arrived. It was like scilent shun. Tyler honestly found it funny, which was why he was still trying to quiet down his laughing. All he really wanted to do was get home and eat something. Fooling around was tiering and it played with your hunger.

A soft hum escaped Faelan's snout as she turned onto her snow white, fur-covered stomach. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing her crystal, cerulean orbs, as she let out a soft growl. She knew the time had come for the meeting she somewhat dreaded. She hated the fact that some of her followers were dumb. Wasn't it simple? Kill the damn blood-suckers. There wasn't room in the world for both species and she'd fight until the day they went extinct. In an instant she shifted into her human form, her long platinum locks dangling over her toned, sun-kissed figure. She tossed her hair behind her shoulders before heading over to her wooden chest of wonders. Every girl needed a box of clothes with them, right? She pulled out a plain pair of black panties and a matching bra. After slipping them on, she pulled out a pair of gray sweats and a black muscle shirt that she put on over. She left her feet bare due to the fact that she didn't need to ruin another pair of socks. She stomped down the passageway of her cave, her bare feet feeling the cold sting of the stone with every step. She emerged from the dark opening, stopping in her tracks at the edge of the stone that resided half a dozen feet above the fog-covered earthy floor. Her warm hands slid to her hips as she narrowed her eyes, peering down at her followers. After a minute, she growled softly. Where in the sam heck was Tyler? She was about to begin when a furry little animal appeared through the trees. She let out a powerful howl as her head leaned back, silencing the wolves. After it went dead for a few seconds, she glared over at the Beta of the pack. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the hormone-crazed pup you all dare to look up to." she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She was sick of Tyler's little games. "You're lucky I don't strip you of your title, kid." she whispered once he was standing next to her. 

"You've got to be kidding me." Aliah mumbled as he watched the clan leave from his bedroom window. "Wasn't it his turn? He was looking paler by the minute, more... dead. He stood from his rickety wooden chair that had it's special place by the only window in his bedroom. He ran a hand straight through his raven locks before sliding on his black leather jacket that hung over a simple white vneck. His jeans? Black. His shoes? Black. His left leather cuff? Black. He let out a sigh as he pushed through his wooden doors that led into the dark hallway. He walked himself down the spiraled staircase into the common room of the great vampire sanctum. His eyes hooked onto a petite girl. Who was she? He gave a tiny shrug to himself before standing himself next to the girl with a hideous red sweater. "When'd you get cursed with this lifestyle?" he asked the girl, crossing his arms over his chest.

Chase looked at Faelan and started to laugh "I dont look up to him" he said jokingly looking at Tyler. He didnt cower to faelan like the rest of the pack probably since he didnt like even being in the pack. He knew that most of the pack didnt agree with his choices but they were his, "Cant we get this night over with? walk around then go home or someone elses home" he said the last part jokingly.

Wren snapped another picture when she heard a voice cut through the woods. She gasped dropping her camera into the fallen leaves, she bent down to pick it up her body shaking. She wiped off the lens and put the strap around her neck quickly. Nobody should be out in the woods at this time, not even her. She knew all the wives tales about the town, demons, and other creatures were have said to inhabited the woods but she only slightly believed them. “Wh….who who are you, Wh….who’s there” she said backing herself into a tree. She glanced around the landscape trying to look for any sign of a person, but it was so dark. She held her breath, afraid that whatever the person was, it would be able to see it and find her. She had option, she just had to think, she told herself. Her house was maybe a 3 minute run from where she is, but she was sure to trip on something in her haste. She had some strength to stay and fight, but clearly not enough. She closed her eyes trying to calm herself down, “This isn’t a book Wren…this isn’t a fairytale, you probably just imagined it” she repeated quietly to herself.

Rixon was trying to shake Austin off his back, he wanted to hunt in piece, but when he made a sudden sharp turn into the woods, he couldn’t help but want to know where he was going, and if somehow he could find a way to rid of him if he broke the Diphylla law. He followed a long distance behind him but he could track his path easily through the leaves when he heard his voice yell out. He stopped and sniffed the air…human, clearly female he could smell her slight vanilla scent, she was clearly scared, alone, lost, and easy target…but almost too easy, why would Austin be be-lining it for her, unless he was trying to protect her, but that was nonsense no vampire desired a human for a human, they desired a human for it’s blood. He stayed his ground for a few minutes waiting to see Austin’s next move, but even his hunger was growing and he had better places to be.

Rider turned, jumping just a little at the mans deep voice. She kept her gaze facing out of the window. She laughed at his question. "Every since birth. I was the daughter of the clans last leaders" She turned to face him, to see the man that always faded into the background. No one ever noticed the man, mostly because he had a trembling presence. Her hands fiddled together as her eyes locked on his face. His features were just....striking. Her teeth found her bottom lip. "And..." Her words got caught in her burning throat. "What about you?" She cleared her throat and turned her back to him.