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[senatushq]

the bloody~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Vampire OCCUPATION. UTP

Bastard child of Aegnor, you never knew your father and were left in the care of a mortal woman instead. In spite you grew, forged into ire, and then at last transformed into something immortal. You learned the hard way that cruelty was the only way to survive, sometimes a Goddess, sometimes a warrior, and most often both. Morrigan, they called you, in the company of two others you carved your way through history blood soaked and furious. One century into another, then another, and then a thousand; a mountain of victories, a horde of trophies, but nothing substantial to show for it. You’ve lived too long, dipped your blade in the blood of too many, cursed, hated, feared, and more but there are none remaining who remember all the fragmented pieces of the whole.

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[senatushq]

the banker~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Vampire OCCUPATION. Owner of the Blood Bank

You weren’t born into this position, you wrestled it from the dying hands of a would-be mentor, an empire of gluttony that you happily sat yourself at the top of. Vampires were all inherently territorial, possessive, they used to say there was a reason why many didn’t gather in one place and Rome is packed to the bursting: blood demands blood. The senate always said whoever controls the blood controls the city, and they weren’t wrong. Between the vampires and the witches, half of the senate was in your backpocket for centuries. Now things are changing, they closed down your farm, they broke up the black market, how’s a person to make an honest living? Business took a dip but you’re a shark, where there’s water there’s blood and you always find a way to keep swimming. New ventures are cropping up and while the senate might try to strangle the life blood from your empire, you’ve weathered worse for longer. Ichor running over gold, how much is a life worth? Everyone has their price, riches, power, secrets: you’re a banker of it all.

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[senatushq]

The Control~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 200+ & UTP SPECIES. Vampire  BLOODLINE. Mars OCCUPATION. UTP

They left you in the gutter, an unwanted creature that came from nothing and was raised to believe that you would always be nothing. Death was a kindness, an end to a mortal body’s long suffering, it was sweet - a release - but your sire took one look at your wretched and miserable form then decided that you deserved a second chance. Freedom from the shackles of powerlessness, they left you to your own devices and you threw yourself into everything that you had been given. Stronger and faster, eternally young and forever frozen in perfection; they left you with even more power than before. Insatiable bloodlust was a small price to pay when you could bewitch the minds of everyone who came after you, they were younger in years so your compulsion leveled them. As you grew this population just increased, it wasn’t enough for you to compel one person to be your thrall, or a tavern, but towns would come to your door and beg to feed you. Trouble would brew, then you would leave, another town, another place to throw your weight around.

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[senatushq]

The Prodigy~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ & UTP SPECIES. Vampire BLOODLINE. Juno OCCUPATION. UTP

Youth defined you at your turning, but ambition kept you from being held back. This was the life you wanted, one that you sought out - there was nothing to look back to, no reason to linger in your mortal life, not when undeath stretched in front of you. A cold comfort and for a time your only friend, your sire was a mentor and a champion, and they named you both progeny and prodigy. Naturally tempered and an even more natural leader, when you sired someone it was because they were worthy and they were deserving - but also because only the strong were chosen to marshal. One of the youngest of your kind, you rose still, quick to impose your power over those who stepped out of line. For a vampire anonymity was your friend and for those who threatened this secrecy there could be only one recourse. Rome turned its eye on you, potential evident with every move, and there you sat within the senate to mend what had been long broken.

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The Artisan~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ & UTP SPECIES. Vampire BLOODLINE. Venus OCCUPATION. UTP

The renaissance lived in your veins, you had a lust for life and a zest for the outcasts and the creators. Patron of the arts and philanderer of saints, your family line was crippled and withering but what you wanted more than anything was to live forever. Death was not grotesque, no, just like you when death came it was a beautiful and sweet embrace. It kissed your lips and found your next and promised you the sort of immortality that you’d always craved. Not everyone was born for this life, but you were made for it. There in an instant and then gone in the next, a wisp of smoke, a gush of air, a stray mist of blood and pain. Suffering bored you but blood? Blood would always be king. The world turned on its head and you reveled in every passing moment, one artist died and another took their place, one experienced a life of mediocrity and then in death they were immortalized. Rampant desires and voracious appetites, you wanted decadence, you wanted beauty, and you wanted forever.

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[creaturesoflegendrp]

Appears Twenty, Actual Age Unknown | Vampire | Unemployed | Emilia Clarke | Taken; Original Character

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”

» Personality «

Stubborn, Compassionate, Grudge-holder, Protective, Anxious, Adaptable, Charismatic, Clumsy

» Biography «

Angeline Jones was born to a relatively lower class family in 1932, her stunning white skin was an oddity to her parents. They were told their daughter was albino, and that confused them even more. What did they do that caused their baby to look like that? She was beautiful, her mother was always proud of that, but her mother still felt scared that Angeline would be discriminated again. Unfortunately, her mother was right. Despite how happy of a child Angeline was, people still tried to ruin that happiness. Freak! Weirdo! Demon!

Those words still ring through Angeline’s mind, even in her older age. They had always hurt, but it wasn’t as easy to ignore in her young age. At the young age of 13, she had fallen into a deep depression. She felt hopeless, but that didn’t last for too long. She had met a boy, a boy who called her names, but not the mean ones she had heard her entire life Beautiful. Angel. Wonderful.

Before this boy, she had only heard those from her family. She had never thought she’d heard those, especially not from a boy. She quickly fell into love with Jonathan, but as her luck is, it didn’t last long. He had to move away after just a few months of dating. Angeline was heartbroken, she thought she’d never see him again. She was wrong

At the age of 19, she had been moving through life. She had graduated, one of the very few girls in her class(How that occurred, she didn’t know) She had found a love in gardening, and worked part-time in a flower shop near her home. She had still lived with her parents, but this wouldn’t be too much longer. One day on the way back home, she saw a familiar face in the darkness. Jonathan?

It was him, indeed. She immediately invited him over, but he seemed fairly reluctant. Her love was still boiling high, and she wondered if he just didn’t love her anymore. After a few weeks of nightly visits, she got the idea that he just wasn’t the Jonathan she used to know. He was deathly pale, and he kept refusing to get close to her. One night, Jonathan was acting erratic, breathing heavy and kept staring at her. She wondered if it was her fault, if she did something wrong. She kept trying to get him to talk as he tried to leave. She wouldn’t let him go. She sort of regrets it

He went crazy. Bit her, drained her…changed her… She couldn’t believe him at first, but she knew it was true. She refused to talk to him, even though he still tries to this day to talk to her she still won’t. It took her years to learn to control herself, and she became extremely reserved for decades, not talking to anyone. The past few years, though, she’s found a place for herself. New Orleans. She managed to open up a little flower shop, where she doesn’t necessarily work at during the day, but at night she’ll come out and take care of the flowers. She likes to visit nightclubs, or just night buildings. Many have seen the albino girl, and some even say she’s a ghost due to how she only comes out at night, how she wanders, how she doesn’t really talk much and just how she looks. She hopes for love, a family. Will New Orleans give this to her?

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