-=Bloodlines=- OOC (Recruiting: Updated 1.2)

Greetings everyone! I am to inform you guys that the Mist Dwellers have finally made a move in the RP. Things will begin to get a little more interesting as the land will soon experience turmoil with the coming of the Mist Dwellers.

Players will, if not soon, get a chance to fight in the RP in time, be it against a raven, or a mist dweller, or perhaps if fate permits, against another player. As for the warring sides of the New Breeds and Ravens, both will get their share of Mist Dweller battle situations where players must work together to overcome the challenge.

Who knows when these beings will attack and whatnot... the residents of El Drid should be prepared for these relentless creatures knows no mercy.

So, what happens now when the Mist Dwellers begin their invasion? Who knows... but one thing is for sure that will happen later on in the RP, Reiko will eventually bring down the Barrier she erected that separates Anticea from the rest of El Drid. Will this action lead to their doom? Only time will tell.

The Ravens will soon get a flood of requests thanks to the Mist Dwellers but will they be able to handle it? Can Siegfried lead the Ravens to victory against the New Breeds and the Mist Dwellers combined? Only time will tell.

Stay tuned and be vigilant everyone.

(Still Recruiting Players though! It's still not too late to catch up! xD)

~Lady Yui

Full Name: Urania Alancove
Nickname: Ani
Age: 22 (32)
Appearance: Small and somewhat frail looking. Her hair is a deep rich brown, almost black, that is creeping past her waist. She has one brown eye and one pale blue eye. She has a thin "C" shaped scar that crosses over the left side of her neck and across her jawline. Her face is round on her thin frame and her expression is often that of a wide eyed child. She wears dresses made of light fabrics and light colors, normally white and shades of pink, blue, and purple. She likes to be barefoot and her feet are rarely clean.

Skills: She is a superb artist in every sense of the word be it painting, sculpture, music, writing, and dancing. She's a decent cook, a wonderful gardener and her knowledge of plants has made her into a splendid maker of all sorts of potions and ointments for all sorts of ailments.

Innate Abilities: Glamour: she has the ability to sort of put her victims into a sort of calm trance by meeting their gaze and getting into their head.

She isn't psychic but she can read other people's intentions; what they plan on doing and what they want to do.

She can move soundlessly, almost as if she were levitating.


Blood Magik:

Items: A small sapphire ring on her right hand, a mandolin with carved flowers, a small unopened vile she wears on a cord around her neck.

Weapons: none
Species/Job: New Breed

Personality: Other than her songs, she is very quiet and very rarely speaks. Little is known about her. Her mannerisms are that of a nervous, shy little girl. She has a very guilty conscience and when she takes a victim, it's like killing a small, cute rabbit or something of the like.

Background: Ani was the one unfortunate daughter of the lowliest couple in her village. Both were angry, raging drunks who did nothing but fight and beg for or steal money. She did get hurt fairly regularly, but she was more of a subject of ridicule. Her eyes were funny, she was too small, her clothes were a mess (no fault of her own of course). She took care of the home and tried her best to be an ideal daughter. She excelled in the arts and sold her paintings and played music to make money for her parents. Nothing appeased them and she was beaten if her earnings for the day were low.

She never grew too much of a shell. She was rather sensitive and the best she could do was hide as much as she could.

One night a pair of New Breeds came in and attacked. Her liquored up parents were easy targets though their blood was vile. Ani's hiding paid off and she survived. She buried her parents herself wondering if it was wrong to not be mournful of their death. She didn't feel sadness or liberation. Just a little numb.

She spent the next four years making a bit of a name for herself with her art and turning her former hell into a cozy home with a garden and even some chickens and goats.

One evening, she was putting away her wares when a handsome stranger came by to admire her work. He introduced himself as "Daimon" as he kissed her hand. She was utterly memorized. He had to have been the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. He offered to walk her home which she clumsily allowed, but as soon as they were out of the light, he snatched her and sank his fangs.

However, the moment was brief. About five seconds later he disappeared leaving her confused and terrified. She knew what she was soon to become, so she packed her things, freed her animals, and set the house ablaze hoping the village would think she died.

Ten years she wandered, taking care as to how long she would linger in a village. She only fed from those with bad intentions and was careful to not be seen by too many people. She took to the forest when she heard of the raise of the Ravens and came across the safe haven for her kind. She is quite new and is struggling to fit in. It's been a while since she's been in close contact with anyone and many of her kind aren't so compassionate towards the human race.