[lunaire]

Username: Galaxie Éffeleure
Name: Jasper
Gender: Male
Poem:

I am gone,
By the light of dawn.
The stars shine bright,
And I take flight.

It is too late,
It is my fate.
To spread my wings,
And gather things.

Take me far away,
Where I can lay.
Can't keep me at bay.

Far away -Me

[Kyo]

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[Takk]

Blood is what makes us mortal
Sun is what taints our skin
Eyes of red hold the portal
To a shatter soul within
Raised in darkness
Born in fight
His heart and soul
Belong to night
But what makes him mortal
Like all the others?
For this blood lover
Has no brothers
Beautiful like a rose
Life giving as it flows
Never sharing what it knows
Blood is all you need
Taste is bitter and hard to stand
But thicker than water, it's all you have
When body and soul is bound to land
There's no escape, scream 'vampire'
Years passed since blood foe have gone
Vampires to dust, we've long moved on
But blood passed down, it's beautiful red
It moves in the night, stay tucked in your bed
He may not drink blood as his brothers once did
But test him twice and you will bid
The head on your shoulders, the hairs on your back
He may not drink blood, but he will attack
If you are bitten, a terrible thing they say
Visit Dragos, his medicine keeps your change at bay
A vampire himself, the city folk whisper around
But no evidence of his crime has ever been found

Username
Takk
Name
Dragos
Gender
Male
Age
Mid twenties
Personality
Dragos was named for his intentions as a child born into a time of war. His name means 'precious peace' as it's all his parents ever craved in this world. Understanding this with age, he's become a very calm, thoughtful and intelligent individual. Dragos speaks less than he acts and is very honest with others about their status in this world. However he is not without kindness, but it rarely shows through is black pelt.
Most see him as a scatterbrained doll, not speaking and staring off into the distance. If he was being honest, he tends to be scatterbrained and forget things despite his mature and serious disposition. He's been called a blood lover, a vampire for his line of work. Dragos takes these words lightly, offering a curious tilt of his head and reminding everyone that vampires aren't real. He might not suck blood, but it often stains his pelt...
Occupation
Dragos has always been interested in and raised to study Hematology and Psychology. To fit in with both interests, he works at a recovery institute for the mentally and physically damaged. He can offer both counseling sessions and draw/study blood work taken from their patients. While often hard and messy work, he wouldn't have it any other way. Mentally wounded are the most interesting to study and cure. Blood is beautiful and holds the key to many health answers; their physical recovery.
Dragos hopes to one day discover cures for diseases that damage the precious red blood cells.

The Sharpest Lives, MCR
Structure, Innerpartysystem
Attack, 30 seconds to Mars

A Vampiric History
Dragos lives in an old town with castles on every hill; in fact the asylum itself use to be a castle before it was changed. Many tall tales of vampires and werewolves have gone through this place, claiming Dracula himself had ordered a castle to build here over seven hundred years ago. Ever since then, some Kalons have changed and prefer to live the nocturnal lifestyle while drinking the finest of red wines.
The family Dragos was born into was one of these nocturnal hunters. They often ate fireflies, fruit and what fish they could manage in the moonlight. Dragos himself never liked red wine, he found it bitter and unpleasant for many years before growing use to the taste. It has heart benefits they say, something he could test in his lifetime...
With his profession, many fearful kalons have peaked into his study and seen the place lit by candle light. A glass of red liquid on the table, papers thrown over the floor and dozens of test tubes filled with recently drawn blood.
He'd sip the red liquid, pause and write. "He's drinking their blood!" They'd say, just like the his family had supposedly done as recent as fifty years ago. His great grandfather Vlad was caught with a young maiden, bite marks on her neck in the night. "They say he was beheaded..." "No, he disappeared the next day without a trace, the girl too." "I've heard the kalon escaped, but has his kits."
Rumors, all silly rumors...

[NizoLuv]

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[DecafBunny]

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[Burn.]

username- burninflames
name- Felicity Eclipse
gender- Female
poem-

Black as night,
I fly with a fright.
Not a single sound,
And you will be bound.

Come find me my dear,
And you shall know no fear.
I am a bat,
A flying wildcat.

I may be dark,
But I will leave an eternal mark.
A mark on your mind, body, and soul,
That can only be paid with a toll.

For I am the Lady of the Night,
With terror in my sight.

[ArizonaT3a]

Username:
Akemi-chan
Name:
Drake Van Morrigan
Gender:
Masculine Female
Poem:
D is for Devout, of great faith
Ruined by darkness, perhaps its the taste
Another sip, will this go away?
Killer by nature or maybe not
End is just a new beginning, paused by a dot

Varried by methods that are not mortal
Age is just a number that leaves her no crinkles
N is for Noble, self-sacrificing

M is for the countless marriages left crippled
Often love is not found in this tainted being
Red eyes
Red blood
I can be the same?
Gone by day awake by night
A different schedule and different meal
Nocturnal shouldn't be such a fright

[Bunny!!]

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Name:
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[moonlight_girl]

⚜ Dimitri ⚜
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u s e r n a m e; moonlight_girl



n a m e; Dimitri Attano

p e r s o n a l i t y;
What he was...
To properly understand why someone acts the way they do in the present you must first visit the past. Overviewing Dimitri as a child we'll see he was born into a wealthy household. It was really only his father who cared about wealth, whereas his sister and him were more concerned with less trivial pursuits. Dimitri was a good student, who dedicated most of his time to his studies as well as his sister. Being rich he grew up a gentlemen, and was used to the finest of things, his father spending lavishly and in excess. However he cared little for that, and spent most of his time at the beach with his sister. Nothing to Dimitri was more important than family.

What he became...
His father being concentrated on accumulating more wealth, left Dimitri to tend to his sister. Dimitri's sister loved going to the beach and so he'd take her there to let the time pass. Sometimes he'd go in the water with her, but at other times he'd rest on the sand. At one point, Dimitri's sister had asked for a drink, and so he went to shore to see about getting them something. He told her not to go too far out. However before he knew it the tides had risen, and before he could act his sister had gone missing. Panicked he contacted the authorities immediately, and they found his sisters corpse only some days later.
This was the beginning of Dimitri's transformation.

His father pinned the girls death on Dimitri, and from that point treated him coldly. Dimitri became indifferent to his fathers wishes, becoming lonely and introverted from the idea of people hating him for what had happened, and blaming him for it the way his father did. Unable to take that sort of grief he locked himself away, and began throwing tantrums, slowly slipping away into depression.
Dimitri's father had trouble handling him, and so purchased for Dimitri various things to keep him occupied and away from his fathers company.
Dimitri became more and more isolated, until finally, he was unrecognizable. Dimitri evolved into a self centred jerk, convinced that no one could be trusted with the secrets of his past.

To most Dimitri will act indifferent an pompous. He's disinterested in other peoples wants and needs and focuses on his own as to occupy himself from his vivid imagination and memory. He's a troublemaker. At the expense of others he'll go out and find amusement. Sometimes with an unruly gang of 'lower breeds' and then at other times he'll make havoc for others in other ways. It doesn't matter, nothing does, because he can't be punished for what he's doing. If he's threatened to be taken to jail he can easily bribe his way out, or better yet, he'll threaten his way out with the help of powerful people and turn tables.

To most, he's a jerk, but for the few he allows to get close to him he softens his exterior, and allows them some leverage with what he's really thinking. In reality Dimitri's inner turmoil runs deep, revolving around guilt which had been inflicted upon him by his father.


f a v o r i t e • p l a c e • a n d • w h y;

To some the ocean is a paradise. An escape from the now, a renewal of who they are when they connect to the earth and it's waters.

To Dimitri the ocean bears bittersweet memories.
Like the salty tang of the sand below it's familiar and yet foreign to him, however in the end it's the melded feelings in his chest that keep him coming back to the ebb of the tide. During childhood the waters had been an enjoyable past time. He'd played with his sister, running through the waters and allowing the fish to pass through his fingers.

There are many pleasant memories that come with the ocean, but as indicated, this is to be a bittersweet memory. Accompanied with the memories of childhood is the memories of development. And most importantly, his transition from childhood to adulthood. The ocean however constant in appearance is a great symbol to represent Dimitri 's metamorphosis in character. All people undergo change. Whether it's visible on their surface or if one must dive deeper, people are being altered by the world around them. Unfamiliar, and yet familiar in nature. However Dimitri underwent an incredible change, reminiscent to how an ocean changes, during a storm.

His sisters death had been sudden. One moment she'd been playing in calm waters and the next a torrent had dragged her into the depths. It was as if the moment it happened the ocean was foreshadowing what Dimitri was to become. He'd been a gentle, kind character, but after his sisters death he changed into the person he is now. An arrogant, obnoxious jerk with little care for the people around him, or who depend on him. Heartless as the ocean waters.

His sisters death had been a turning point in his life. She died on a Sunday. Every Sunday in memory of her he goes to the ocean and paddles out, lighting a pouch of his sisters favourite flowers and placing it in a small wooden bowl, letting it float out to sea in recollection of his dear sister.
And perhaps, in loving memory of the person he once was.







p o e m;

My soul is hallow, my reflection empty

I am the being of dreams, the horror in the dark

My demise will never come, forever cursed

The burden I carry, the thirst, the desire

I fight it every day, waiting for the struggle to end

Release will not come, my existence will go on

Even after the world has turned to dust

Perhaps then the demise I seek

Will find me both willing and yearning

For the end I've awaited

To enter the light once more

My reflection once again my own






s t o r y;

There are just some things that always help.
Feeling the calm waters below his feet Dimitri smiled and took a breath, looking out into the open waters with a longing in his expression. No matter how long he gazed out now it was hard to feel like he was in present time. His memories brought him back to the years he was younger, and happier, and a rare smile came to his lips at the fond memories being arisen. Slowly he began wading out, a woman, watching him from the shore.

He didn't know her. And she knew just as much about him as he didn't know of her. Though she'd see him go out every night into the waters, and so felt the need to ask why he did so. Waiting hours on end for him to return to shore Irina watched as Dimitri waited for the stars to unfurl from the deep sea coloured heavens above. The candle he lit and placed within a white flower to let drift out to sea seemed like a star that had gotten lost on earth. As it floated out all Irina could think of is the idea of a lost star.
Dimitri wasn't very well visible from where she stood, but the way he stared out longingly after the object as it drifted away seemed to be as if he hoped it would come back. It was some time before he paddled back, returning to the sands. Going onto the beach Irina stayed hidden, watching as he headed up the banks towards where the grass met the sand. It was at the point his toes touched the green, that she came forward. "Any particular reason you go out at night like that?"

Startled the young man jolted, turning quickly with pointed eyes to look at the girl. She didn't recoil, instead looking back up at him in almost satisfaction at his fright. "None of your damn business." he snorted before continuing his walk.
The girl continued to follow him. "I see you sometimes. Your the man who lives up in that mansion alone with your father."
Pausing, Dimitri rolled his eyes and yet again continued walking. "You a stalker?"
"No. I just find you strange." continued the girl, trailing after him. "You do a lot of odd things... like what you just did now."
"Talk to you?" he remarked snappishly. "Yes that would be an odd thing to let oneself willingly do."
Frowning Irina pinned her ears. "No! I mean go out into the waters everyday like you do...and the fact you live with your father. I can't imagine why anybody would want to stay with their family when their old enough to leave." she said almost bitterly. "My fathers so possessive.. always trying to keep me guarded...I don't need his guarding!" she growled under her breath.
Cocking both brows up Dimitri took a moment to glance back at her, then looking ahead again. "You should be happy he cares enough to protect you... Not all fathers will."
"I don't need his protection."
"You say that until your in trouble." Dimitri snorted curtly. "Trust me...no matter what it's good to have someone watch over you carefully..." he said frowning slightly. "It might just save you when you least expect it." Irina shrugged, looking rather annoyed with his insistence on the topic. "So what's your name anyways?"
"Dimitri." he replied, sounding a bit more polite for once. "I'm Irina."
"Didn't care." he mumbled in response. Heading onto sidewalk and turning he tossed his towel over his shoulder, Irina walking beside him. "I see you have a lot of money..." she said rather abruptly. "I've been wondering if you ever actually invest it?"
"Invest it?" The woman nodded. "Invest it. Put it someplace to bring yourself more cash flow." Dimitri shook his head. "I guess not."
"Well then...I've been hearing about the sort of stunts you pull across town." grinning she settled her eyes on his. "I have a proposition for you, Dimitri. How would you like to make some real money?"

[spirit • daydream]

Username:
APH Siantia
Name:
Orpheus (Meaning: Perhaps related to Greek ορφνη (orphne) meaning "the darkness of night". In Greek mythology Orpheus was a poet and musician who went to the underworld to retrieve his dead wife Eurydice. He succeeded in charming Hades with his lyre, and he was allowed to lead his wife out of the underworld on the condition that he not look back at her until they reached the surface. Unfortunately, just before they arrived his love for her overcame his will and he glanced back at her, causing her to be drawn back to Hades)
Gender:
Male
Poem:

Fallen Smiles

Shadows fill their hearts,
With fanged smiles watching forever.
Falling into the darkness,
Of tomorrow.

False warmth enveloping,
the once remembered fallen.
Dark tears streaming down,
the sick smile washes away hope.

Holding on forever,
Strength leaving your body.
The cold seeps in,
wrapping around your mind.

Waking up from eternal slumber,
The nighttime prey forever stolen.
Shadows fill their hearts,
With fanged smiles watching forever.
~APH Siantia~