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 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 10:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 9:58 pm
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Name: Markus Rose
Age: appears 19, but is really 19 centurys
Appearance: Markus Rose is never seen without his second skin of clothing, his pitch black floor draped trench coat in wich he hides his most valued weapon, his blood sword. His appearence is dark and mysterious in nature, he is covered in dark silhoutted clothing, never wearing anything but black. the only colour he shows is his long dark blonde that fails just below his shoulders. His eyes are normal with blood red iris's. He has suptle fangs that are just big enough to wear the only way you can notice them is if you actually look into his mouth when he talks. He also is not pale but moderately tan.
Powers:Markus is not able to use magick but has a wide variety of potions and elixers at his disposal. His trench coat is also enchanted an has the ability to block almost all magick. He also posses the ability to make as many perfect clones of himself as he wishes, witch all have all his abilitys but however will die from any form of magick. The art of teleporting and invisiblility are also part of his arsenal. However he can only remain in this state for a short period of time. The strongest form of Telekinesis known to his world is also at his control. he is very well capable of breaking the planet in half if he so disires. Markus is also one of the fastest vampires in his world it is very hard for you to trace his movement. Hes also trained in tae-kwon-do a form of martial arts specializing in high flying kicks.
Weapons: His blood sword is enchanted, each hit it lands, the sharper more piercing it becomes. a very wide variety of potions and elixers are among his weapons.
Personality: Very dark an mysterious in nature, he mainly kepts to himself and he is very hard to find when not engaged in battle. He carries with him many vials of Human blood seeing as how he refuses to actually attack a human being for blood. He is also very seductive in nature and very few men or women can resist him(bisexual).
He trust very few people but when they do earn his trust, he comes to treat them and look at them more like a blood family.
Bio: He has fought in many wars and killed many innocents in his past, and has been tracking Elandru for 7 yrs for a reason he has not told any soul. He only knows one path, that of an Avenger. He is sent to kill those who are accused of wrong doing against his fellow legion of vampyres. He is also the leader of the great Rose Dynasty, a vampyre coven that he has built with his own to hands from the ashes up. Other then that not much is none about Markus Rose, his story is as scattered to the wind as he is.
Pets: All the 100s of vampyres of the Rose Dynasty, are at his bekaning call. He can summon any or all of them to do his bidding at anytime however none of them are nearly as strong as he is.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 10:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 10:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 10:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 10:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 12:58 am
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Why do I come back to you?
You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.
But I still come back to you.
You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.
But I still run back to you.
Why?
"We are not hopelessly in love."
Suddenly powerful ropes that were not cloth - but seemed to be the very fabric of space itself - wrapped around Markus, and Sorandati nonchalantly waved a hand and Markus found his back meeting the heavy cement walls of the arena stands.
Those bonds surrounding him couldn't be broken with strength or magic. In fact, it was almost like they were sucking the power out of Markus - either that or temporarily locking his powers away. He was unable to teleport out of the powerful black ropes.
"If there is one thing that is not tolerated here, it is rudeness," she stated simply. "I abhor it. If you're not going to play nice here and instead ignore all rules I have set into place, I will toss you into space." She gazed at Markus, her eyes no longer emerald green but absolute, darkest black. "You may be here for one thing and one thing only, but that one thing will have to wait until you learn how to behave." Without releasing Markus, she turned to Elandru, her seemingly pupil-less expression eerie. "Elandru, mind telling me why this babbling idiot has disgraced not only me, but my arena as well?"
Well, maybe I hate you too. Maybe I want to scream at you too.
Maybe I want to kill you too.
I yell at you. I fight with you. I drag my nails down your back so hard that I draw blood.
But you don't care.
You don't care because you love me too.
Why must our love be so tragic?
"We are just hopelessly addicted."
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 9:50 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 11:24 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 2:31 pm
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Why do I come back to you?
You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.
But I still come back to you.
You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.
But I still run back to you.
Why?
"We are not hopelessly in love."
Sorandati glared at Markus.
"Keep talking, brat, and I'll chop your tongue off," she snarled heatedly. "If you're going to be rude, I'll rip you limb from limb and Then she looked to Elandru. "If you had any qualms with anyone, you should've settled them before coming here. Now you and this little boy have just succeeded in pissing me off." Then, after a moment, she smirked, her eyes flashing maliciously. "However, you've perked my interest. I suppose I can put my fight with Star on hold for a while."
The water began to drain away from the arena, vanishing into the air.
The true Sorandati leaped up out of the arena to sit back onto her throne.
"We'll continue our fight later, Star," she told the other woman. "For now, let the silly men duke out their own petty little problems."
As she spoke, her clone leisurely tossed Markus into the newly-dried arena, and disappeared. Sorandati lounged against the back of her throne, overlooking the arena.
"Rules, there are none," she stated simply. "Feel free to kill each other, but no one may intervene and you may not attack anyone not involved with the battle. Whoever does that will immediately lose. And if said person resists..." her eyes sharpened. "They will die. Any questions?" Silence. "Very well then." She motioned with her hands. "Begin."
Well, maybe I hate you too. Maybe I want to scream at you too.
Maybe I want to kill you too.
I yell at you. I fight with you. I drag my nails down your back so hard that I draw blood.
But you don't care.
You don't care because you love me too.
Why must our love be so tragic?
"We are just hopelessly addicted."
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 2:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:50 pm
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