Name: Durjaya (M)<br/><br/>Age: 136 years (looks 22)<br/><br/>Physical: a young man in early 20's, chin-length blonde hair that curls in every which direction, light green eyes, and about 5' 9" tall, slight build, pale skin<br/><br/>Personal: rutheless, uncaring, prankster, enjoys others' pain, and giving in to his thirst<br/><br/>Race: Vampire<br/><br/>Strengths: heals quickly after feeding, stronger than any human, not easily angered<br/><br/>Weaknesses: won't back down from a challenge, fears fire, the thirst, not very smart<br/><br/>Weapons: mostly uses his strength and fangs, some times uses a long sword<br/><br/>Goals: to help his kind win the war and enslave the humans as well as the Elves<br/><br/>Bio: Durjaya had been courting a young woman to take as his bride. After he was turned at the age of twenty-two, Durjaya lost control of his thirst and murdered the woman and her family. His heart hardened shortly after that.<br/><br/>As he learned his new-found abilities, Durjaya began to slowly grow accustomed to the change. He even began to enjoy it as the years went by. Durjaya especially enjoyed destroying whole villages and was probably a major cause of the reason that the humans were becoming more scarce.<br/><br/>Now that the war had started, it seemed that they were pressed for time. It was a first for Durjaya, to fight his thirst and focus only on battle. Him and the others could not stray far from camp to feed lest they be ambushed.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Name: Lysonna Dyminesk<br/><br/>Age: 75 (looks 19)<br/><br/>Race: Elf<br/><br/>Personality: sarcastic, strong-willed, quick learner but usually from bad experiences<br/><br/>Appearance: mid-back blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, the tips of her ears are pointed, high cheek bones, slanted eyes, angular chin, very slight and agile build<br/><br/>Class: Archer/Healer<br/><br/>Weapon(s): bow and a quiver of 60 iron-tipped arrows<br/><br/>Powers: healing<br/><br/>Strengths: elven sight (can see farther than many other beings), her ears are much keener than a humans, light on her feet<br/><br/>Weaknesses: physically weak compared to vampires<br/><br/>Bio: Lysonna had grown up being sheltered by her parents like most Elves. They had been separate from the rest of the world for centuries, and only now revealing themselves because of the need to protect the race of humans.<br/><br/>Elves never liked the existence of Vampires, to them, they were an abomination, and Lysonna felt no different. She loathed them just as much as the rest of her race. Life was sacred, and they seemed to mock that by being undead.<br/><br/>She wasn't allowed to train with a bow until she was considered an adult (30 years old), but she excelled at it. It was something that she enjoyed, and it came naturally to her.<br/><br/>Now that the war is starting, she plans on putting her bow and her healing ability to good use. Unfortunately for her, Lysonna's parents much prefer her to use the latter.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>In the era of candlelight and superstitions, of religion and adventure, the human race has dwindled in numbers. They were slaughtered by the vicious vampires. Killed to sate their thirst, or just to satisfy their cruel sense of entertainment.<br/><br/>Although they don't particularly like humans, but they do believe that all life is sacred, the Elves have stepped out of their mysterious cloaks to protect the humans. Humans are too weak and defenseless to protect themselves from vampires, the world's greatest predator. The Elves feel that it is their duty to protect as many lives as possible, and to irradiate the abominations that call themselves vampires. The undead should not live, and so they must be slain. They take human life to make theirs longer, and the Elves have had enough of their killing.<br/><br/>The two races have gathered together on opposite sides of a valley, separated by a gurgling brook. To the back of the vampires is a tall gray mountain. Behind the Elves is a dense, lush, green forest. During the nights, the battles take place. Metal rings against metal and echoes through the crisp night air. Before the sun rises, the vampires retreat into the mountain. The Elves head back to the forest where they rest until the next time the battle ensues.<br/><br/><br/>One early morning, while the sun was halfway above the horizon and the vampires had retreated into their mountain, Lysonna was healing the wounded Elves. The wounded had been taken to a large clearing in the forest, where a tent had been erected specifically for those who had been hurt on the battle field. She helped the other healers take care of a middle-aged Elf who was badly wounded. Lysonna used her magic and was able to heal his open wounds.<br/><br/>Then, she had to move on to the next. The tent was filled with the scent of fear, metal, sweat, and death. The Elf whose cot Lysonna had gone to was hardly recognizable. She sighed and raised her hands to hold them over his swollen face. Her hands began to glow green and a warmth flooded off of them. When Lysonna had finished, the man stopped his incoherent mumblings and sighed with relief.<br/><br/>"No more pain! No more pain!" the Elf chanted. His now normal eyes shifted and caught Lysonna's gaze. "Thank you!"<br/><br/>"Get some rest," Lysonna said, in a detached sort of way. Yes, healing was on of her powers, and she enjoyed helping people, but it felt wrong to her, as though she were seeing it through someone else's eyes. Lysonna only truly felt alive when she had a bow and arrow in her hands.<br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile, within the mountain, the vampires had to stand within their battalions for role call. The sun had risen enough that most of them were feeling drained of energy, but it needed to be done. Durjaya, a vampire who had been human and turned at the age of twenty-two, swayed slightly in his spot. His name had already been called and he was waiting impatiently to go to his bed.<br/><br/>The vampires were all safely inside the mountain, where the harsh rays of the sun couldn't touch them. The mountain, a dormant volcano, was the perfect hide away as it was hollowed out. It still smelled of soot and brimstone, but they couldn't complain. They were hellbent on defeating the Elves so that nothing would stand in the way of them enslaving the humans and turning them into cattle.<br/><br/>When at last role call was finished, Durjaya and the others dispersed to their beds where they would sleep until dusk. Then, they could rise to battle again.<br/><br/>They were all, Durjaya was sure, feeling the affects of not having the time to feed. He felt far weaker than usual, and the sun's rising only made it worse. He dragged his feet across the dirt-floored cave as he headed to his cot. They were afraid of being ambushed and so wouldn't hunt. The only sustenance they could get would be from the battle field, and that's assuming they could get the time to without being attacked.