Name: Raytania Hellfire<br/>age:Unknown<br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/ristina225/Decorated%20images/Dark_Ages_Vampires__Lasombra_by_syl.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>She carries two swords both of which act like switchblades on either arm.The weapons are styled similar to this:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/ristina225/Decorated%20images/IM000921.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Theme:<object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SO4LyKd-Hws"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/SO4LyKd-Hws" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Raytania Hellfire was never one for games. Her life was big fucking game of kill this and kill that. The reason for this revenge on those that are evil, and also because of her boss. Dare she say it? Yes, she does. Her boss is a manâ€¦a human man that she had long ago teamed up with to help stop the invasion of the naziâ€™s on earth. Though, at the time humanâ€™s new nothing of the darker side of the story. Even now these pitiful beings are kept secret while wars between darker creatures erupt. Creatures that could blend almost completely with humans. <br/><br/>She started this hunting game when she was 18. Which for her was about 75 to 85 years ago. Her mother was a loving caring human, that new not of what she was giving birth to. That was until she had the child, and the man that helped birth the childâ€¦well that man was not a man at all but rather a vampire. This man or Raytaniaâ€™s father was evil. He was breeding an army of half human, and half vampires so that he could be able to have a vampire army that could walk the earth during daylight.<br/><br/>At the wee age of 1 she got to watch her father kill her mother in front of her. Then he left her. Alone, and wounded. Raystania had nothing. No mother, no father. At the age of one she couldnâ€™t even function. A boy found her. A boy that scooped her up and brought her to his home hoping for her to get adopted by his parents. Though his parents could see nothing wrong with the child, and took her in. They still hesitated about treating her fairly. <br/><br/>In due time they realized that this child didn't grow up properly. She stayed young even when their boy seemed to grow. Her ageing was different, and her eating habits weren't the best. Sometimes she never even ate.<br/><br/>After 18 years , the boy left the family home, and so she was forced to leave as well. Yet, she only looked 16. Her ageing had stopped there. It was then that she ran into a man with a hood that spoke to her as if she was different, and offered her comfort. As well a place to stay. This man owned a organization that claimed to be of the better good for humanity. This man taught her everything about killing, about hunting, about survival, and so her journey began there.<br/><br/>She had to stop every creature that was evil, and also stop anyone from gathering the blood stones. The blood stones were rumored to have been able to give immortality to any man, and strength beyond the norm to any vampire.<br/><br/>Of course she was able to stop the nazi's from gathering all the items...but the worst was yet to come. She had been killing her own kind, along with werewolves that went after the stones. If there was one thing she knew...she knew that even after that man died...there would be another man to take his place to give her jobs. Therefor, her life would be an endless killing game.Or so she thought?<br/><br/></span><br/><br/>Raytania Hellfire found herself standing in the front of a church. Of course vampires were aloud to enter churches but touching crosses was a whole other game. She had both her swords attached to her arms prepared to fight. Tonight she wanted a good old battle , one that would work a sweat, and make her forget herself. That was the true reason why she loved fighting because she could focus on killing rather than just thinking. Her name was chosen by her. It wasn't as if she remembered ever getting a name. She was the name less one as far as she knew.<br/><br/>The fact that she was standing in front of a church prepared to fight seemed all too ironic for her. She had no mission at the moment and the fact that she had been practically useless for 50 something years or since world war 2 rather pissed her off. So instead she just went off picking fights with bandits of vampires, werewolves, sometimes even humans. Why should she care? No one ever cared about her, or her habits?<br/><br/>The full moon was over her head , and if she wasn't careful a werewolf could probably catch her from behind but not a sound stirred from behind her. Though her ears could pick up on the sounds of a vampire taking a nice midnight snack around the cornor.<br/><br/>She walked towards the side of the church to see a disgusting looking vampire man sucking the life out of a girl. The girl was nearly dead. Without one word she walked over to the vampire and grabbed him by the neck. "Don't you know picking on little girls is bad for your reputation." She slammed the man to the ground , switched her left blade out and cut his neck decapitating him. She sighed. Life was so boring.....now that there was nothing to do. She rolled her eyes and checked to make sure the girl was ok.<br/><br/>When a sound seemed to disturb her. The sound so near, yet so distant. At the moment she stayed frozen where she was. With the deep scent of blood in her nose.