<b>Re: Scarlet Hell Manor [Under Construction]</b><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf4000"><div style="text-align: center">PROFILES​</div></span></b><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Ancients</b>​</div><br/>Ducky<br/>Name: Galiena Galo<br/>Age: 2108<br/>Race: Elderish/Ancientish<br/>Appearance: Standing at five foot seven, she is a stocky woman, wide shoulders, generous bust, wider hips, good for bearing children so her father had said. Though even with her larger proportions, she is not fat, just shapely. Strong thighs lead to toned calves and petite feet. Her hands are graceful with long fingers adorned with sharp nails.<br/>Her face is round with softer features, pouty lips, delicate nose, properly set forest green eyes. Her hair is a chestnut color with red undertones that falls in waves to the small of her back. She is usually seen wearing a loose fitting white top with an under bust cinching in the fabric. Leather leggings adorn her powerful legs down to a pair of well worn boots.<br/>Personality: A stern woman, she knows well the ways of hospitality, but that doesn't always mean that she's friendly about it. She is self sufficient and a little isolated in her ways. Conversation is not her strong suit, and her temper can be messy when triggered.<br/>Background: A woman of Gaul, she was taught haphazardly in secret the ways of the Druids by her father. She was well learned, the only woman of her village to know the ways of prophecy, reading, rituals. And she was well sought after for her strong temperament and her family's riches. However she had not found a proper match to be married off to, and that predicament was never solved. The Roman's rode on her village and slaughtered the males, selling the women off into slavery and prostitution. Galiena escaped with a few girls of the village, but they were hunted, and each one was picked off as they collapsed until with was just Galiena running for her freedom. Eventually she too dropped in the middle of the forest much like the one she worshiped in. However, this forest was inhabited by a malevolent spirit that sought to feast on her. This nameless monster descended upon her, bit down on her neck, and in her survival instinct, she tore at the beast, kicking, screaming, even biting a large chunk of flesh out of the arm that sought to pin her to the ground. Splattered with blood of this beast, she noticed it's sweet smell and a dizzying thirst. Licking at first at the blood that had slipped on her body, she finally resorted to lapping at the blood pooling from the wound she inflicted on the unconscious vampire. When that was no longer enough, she started tearing at the body with the dagger hidden in her bosom, and occasionally just tearing off larger pieces of flesh with her teeth, devouring the beast that had sought to devour her.<br/>From that point on, she wandered, learning the ways of the vampire on her own, listening to her instincts. Eventually she ended up in a place that claimed to know her soul, and she listened and began her residency of Scarlet Manor. Those that had been in charge upon her arrival no longer exist, being slayed, or having gone mad. And now the Manor was her charge, one she tended to with some hesitancy for the constant whispering of the dead were starting to drive even the strong willed Galiena mad.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Elders</b>​</div><br/>None Applied...<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Vampires</b>​</div>Private Puppy<br/>Name: Lance Christian Craetu<br/>Age: 125<br/>*Race: Vampire<br/>*Appearance: Lance stands an easy six feet tall. Bolstering a lean muscle build and firm skeletal frame. He does not appear as your stereotypical Superman, but rather, more like The Flash. His eyes are a dreary shade of blue/gray, each one going from gray to blue from outside to in. Locks of a vibrant reddish brown hang just to his ears, thick and plentiful, the strands are often trimmed to just barely hide his brow. On his nose, and upper cheeks, few freckles still make their stand against his undeath, though, most have faded since he has been turned.<br/>Personality: As his job requires, Lance often has even less personality than his higher-ups. It has been a long time since he has felt connected to those around him, and as such, he has given up on the last thing that made him weak. Pain, pleasure, fun, boredom, these have been cast aside as things that only get in the way of his work, his life.<br/>Background: Lance was "turned" some time after getting married. He was a young man then, barely twenty, and with a beautiful bride, he was quite ready to take on life. The man was little different from what most men wish to be, he had a steady job, lovely family, which would have soon had new members. He was rising in the ranks of his workplace, and life seemed to have quite a bright future. As most storybooks tell, however, happily ever after is something that doesn't come to everyone. Only six days before the wedding, his wife was taken from him. Screaming and fighting, she was pulled out of sight by many a shaded figure. He could have done absolutely nothing to stop them, for two of the same shaded figures seemed to possess him. He could not move, could not stop them, and could only feel the life being pulled from his love. Or, at least, he believed he had felt it. When he woke, he was not at home, instead, he was in a cell. Locked away and awaiting death, as he suspected. Sore, feeling broken, and lost, the man lost count of the days, as his mind slipped in and out of consciousness. Some time later, he woke to the heavy scent of blood. A body lay in his cell, frightened and shivering. He took the body, and took it's life, draining the creature of blood in but a single night. It has been years since that day. Many years. Like a bad dream, it has been all but forgotten, haunting him in his meditations.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Fledglings</b>​</div><br/>Misha Hiroki<br/>Name: Roslyn Luette<br/>Age: 24<br/>Race: Vampire (Fledgling)<br/>Appearance:<a class="link link--external" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y213/Agregaros/___ill_be_waiting_for_you___by_Lasa.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Roslyn</a>is approximately 5â??7â? her skin the same alabaster white as her hair.<br/>Personality: Shy and reserved. She makes few friends and lashes out at those who offend her. Very emotional.<br/>Background: Before she was turned, Roslyn was a self-inflicted outcast. The way she dressed and her already pale skin made people wary of her, but she took it for more than it really was. She lashed out verbally and physically at people who did openly insult her, and they usually came out with either severely bruised egos or faces. She was turned one night just after her twenty-third birthday in a moment of weakness after a night of drinking. She had gone outside with a woman who looked at pale as her and they had started making out in the alley. Next she knew, she was in a hotel room alone with a hand-written letter set on her chest describing her situation and what she now was.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Mortals</b>​</div>Anjeru<br/>Name: Nevaeh Skye (pronounced Neh-veigh-ah Sky)<br/>Age: 21<br/>Race: Mortal<br/>Appearance: Nevaeh stands at about 5 feet 5 inches, weighing in at 120 pounds. Being of the Irish heritage, the woman is pale-skinned and has bright auburn hair that, in direct light, almost looks orange. Freckles brush cutely across the bridge of her nose and onto her cheeks beneath eyes of emerald color. Her lips are thin, small, but appeal with a soft pink color. Her hair falls in loose curls to the top of her ample c-sized breasts. She is thin but curvey, with small wrists, wide hips, and a shapely behind.<br/>Personality: With a name like Navaeh, as it is Heaven in reverse, people expect her to be open, nice, welcoming of the people that approach her. However, that is usually not the case. The young woman is guarded and cannot trust any other living thing very easily. She is quiet, wary of the people around her.<br/>Navaeh is also an artist.<br/>Background: Born to an Irish family, Navaeh grew up in the country of Ireland, among the lush lands of green. That was until the girl was forcibly taken from her home at the tender age of 13. She was forced to serve a violent master and has scars that she hides from the world; this meaning scars of both the physical and emotional kind. It was because of her master's cruelty that Nevaeh cannot trust easily. It was also why she took to the hobby of being an artist, to escape the every day cruelities she faced. When she turned 18, a guard, who'd fallen in love with her, helped set her free. It cost him his life and Nevaeh has never forgotten that, it haunts her, keeps her from making friends for the fear of causing their destruction. She ended up returning to her master to spare the lives of fellow slaves. It was just a year ago that she was released due to her master's untimely death.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Slayers</b>​</div>Corporal Bunny<br/>Name: Leonardo Hood (Leon)<br/>Age: 892<br/>Race: Vampire<br/>Appearance: Formidable and intimidating are two words to describe Leon.  Though he only stands at a height of 5â??10 his physique appears quite admirable. Strength is etched into each swell of muscle on his body from his stomach to his shoulders. Lean, hard, alabaster sculpt the body of a hunter. Red tattoos swirl over every inch of flesh upon his impressive torso. The red ink fades at his collar bones and hipbones until it appears as if it is only smoke upon his thighs and neck. The elaborate design does well at hiding the many battle wounds upon his body. Often seen wearing a red cloak he adorns himself with leather, weapons strapped to any available space. Leonâ??s angular face is often veiled by his dark blond hair, his light green eyes seeming to glow in contrast to the red that adorns his being. Long bangs wave around his cheekbones as the rest of the shoulder length gold is pulled into a small pony tail. The tresses rest at the nape of his neck in a tangle of curls seeming to accentuate his strong square jaw line.<br/>Personality:  Clever and calculating Leon is the best of hunters. His approach to any situation speaks of confidence and assurance. He controls ever aspect of his being, intelligence supporting his cool arrogance. Answering to none Leon roams the land collecting the treasures of his prey.<br/>Background:  His history and murderous motivation is unknown.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Werewolves</b>​</div><br/>Corporal Bunny<br/>Name: Donelda Syth (Elda)<br/>Age: 45<br/>Race: Werewolf<br/>Appearance:<a class="link link--external" href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs26/f/2008/156/b/4/beauty_and_the_beauty_by_mehmeturgut.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Elda</a>stands at a height of 5â??9â?. Her golden skin compliments her unusual yellow eyes. Her heart shaped face appeals to her stubborn nature. Untamed gold-red hair flows to her shoulder blades in glorious waves. Sheâ??s well built in muscle; trim and extremely athletic. Elda's slim figure speaks of her grace and agility.<br/>Personality: The young werewolf is very guarded. Having trouble trusting anyone. Her loyalty lays with herself now that she is separated from her pack. The woman is torn between the call of the wolf and the heart beat of a lady. Her emotions range from solemn to aggressive. She covers fear with aggression; a quiet yet furious eruption of violence.<br/>Background: As she is a guarded creature not much is known, besides that she once part of an extensive pack. She lost her brother during some kind of even, and went searching for him only to find herself