I am not an addict, for I never drink...

Pet Name: Revenge
Owner: Scarlet
Theme / Type: Terror Jinx
Born: January 12, 2008
Gender: Male
Collection: 4

MisticPal Name: Vengeance
MisticPal Age: 4517 Days

Level: 1
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 5
Defense: 4
Speed: 3
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 1

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

Books Read

Books Read: None

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 6/1155 [ View Foods ]

...wine, anyway~

re-venge (n/v) /ri-venj/ -

1. The action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for an injury or wrong suffered at their hands
2. The desire to inflict such retribution
3. (in sports) The defeat of a person or team by whom one was beaten in a previous encounter
4. Inflict hurt or harm on someone for an injury or wrong done

Wwoooowww. ;~; Adopted from a most awesome person! Poppeted Jinx. <3 Image above by Oi.[/i]

{ Profile being re-worked }

I'll take your name and paint it in blood, and while it doesn't solve a thing seeing you bleed out for destroying something I loved will make me feel so. much. better...

The metal giants around the city were built in a slightly different way then they had been before, windows now tinted to keep out the blazing rays of the sun from pallid skin that could no longer handle that exposure. A city that was literally built for darkness, for shelter, and very few were left within its bounds that didn't agree with that idea. Humans had become scattered after the rise of a new breed of humanoids, reduced to minor and timid groups of resistance though it wasn't really a resistance any more; it was simply a waiting game of not if but when they would be captured or killed. The "captured" or "killed" part was determined on which race happened to catch the human in question, you see, because there were two new breeds that appeared as well as the other supernatural beings of the world coming out of hiding.

The first beings were the stuff of legends. They were what the Earth had created in retaliation to the human race destroying it slowly with their pollution, their excavations and cultivation of the land. It was slowly killing the world, bit by bit, and after so many years of this it seemed that the world itself began to fight back. Wild animals began attacking human settlements for no reason whatsoever and a new race evolved with the soul purpose of destroying the humans, it would seem. They became dragons or other creatures with the ability to shift between forms and given amazing powers, such as the control over elements or the ability to become invisible. There were some that could warp time, others could freeze things, still others could control the Earth's plant life or rocks. Their powers varied greatly from being to being but the most dangerous thing about them, as they continued to evolve at a rapid rate, was that they looked exactly like the humans and so they were invisible among them.

But I'm not here to talk about them, this new breed. They call themselves the Supernaturals. The old monsters and creatures of legend given real form. No, I don't know much about them aside from what I've been told over time, but rather, I'm here to tell you about the second race that came into existence thanks to these Supernaturals and the apocalypse they caused. Vampires. Yes, a new breed of them. The old legends still existed, sure, but in really rare numbers. Most had gone into hiding or were wiped out. This new breed was created by the humans themselves, by accident. In their desperate search to find some sort of weapon that the Supernaturals would fall to they turned to biological warfare and developed this new virus, of sorts. It seemed benign and didn't affect the Supernaturals at all, so they turned to research with it and discovered that it seemed to cure all deseises if given to humans. So they quickly spread the word and gave it to many people. Many people.

But they only looked at the short term effects and it turns out the long term ones were disastrous. They created monsters out of the beings that were given the vaccine, the people affected suddenly craving human blood, evolving fangs and becoming extremely sensitive to UV light. They could move faster than any human and were far stronger; their appearance was altered to become "perfection" over time as the virus took effect and their hearts ceased beating. They had created vampires, and yes; this disease was contagious if you were bitten and the vampire didn't suck you dry. The difference between these newblood vampires, though, and the old ones of legend was that they were more powerful as they evolved over time as well. They can now withstand sunlight in small measures, their lifespans are now extended indefinitely, it seems. Before they were only the length of a human's life. They didn't fight the Supernaturals nor did they particularly get along with them, but the two races seemed to leave eachother well enough alone so long as one didn't get involved with the other's affairs.

But I wasn't one of the lucky ones that got the vaccine. I was among the last few humans that were lingering on the face of the Earth as we watched it fall to a new breed of creatures. We were a rebel society living in the woods, though we'd seen our fair share of fights and terrible bloodshed. We'd come face to face with vampires on more than a single occasion. But we'd watched so many die and so many be captured that even our spirits were starting to fall. Those that were captured were either kept for breeding purposes, simply because vampires knew that they couldn't simply kill all of them off and expect to live, or were killed on the spot depending on the control of the vampire that happened to catch them. My family lived among our safehaven then, and as far as I knew we were one of the very few settlements left in our country that still had...well...humans. I also remember the night that everything changed very clearly despite how much time has since passed by.

The sun was going down. I watched it from the edge of the woods, watched it visibly slip lower and lower in the sky. As it sank, I remember, so did my heart. It was the same every evening; during the day our spirits were considerably higher--after all, we had survived another night--but as the planet turned to bless some other part of her surface with daylight, the gravity of our situation began to sink in again. We only existed on borrowed time. Every evening the vampires left the city and the sound of their cars or the faint rush you could hear in the woods as they flashed past were the only things that broke the silence. We would sit against the trees in tense silence, just waiting for the engines to growl closer or would keep our eyes open for the off chance of spotting a vampire that had gotten close enough to see before it would kill the person that spotted it.

For a long time the vampires had either decided to leave us alone or had been unable to find us. I wasn't sure which it was, exactly, but I didn't care then either. We had been lulled into a sense of near peace. And then they rushed in, the speed they moved at making the air hiss around them as some laughed cruelly, attacking the site with vigor and excitement that it had finally been found. These vampires were no classy ones; they were simply the scouts and vermin that those of higher class sent out to do the dirty work while they relaxed back and gave the orders. So naturally, these beings didn't have any remorse and usually had very little mind to think for themselves beyond their thirst. They grabbed up the humans, many falling dead then and there because the vampires didn't bother to keep them; they drained them on the spot since there were more then enough here to take back and claim as a perfect mission accomplished.

We fought as hard as we could, but what sort of fight was it, honestly, for humans--refugees, women and children--to fight the supernatural? It was hardly a fight at all! I was one of the few young men there that could handle it all, that was actually trained to fight them back when humans might have had a chance, but there were far too few of us to make a difference. I remember being knocked away, feeling my head grow fuzzy and my vision become blurred, but more so I remember the last vision I saw as the world began to fade. My family was being ripped apart, literally. My brother was already dead, lying on the ground with his throat slashed and my father and mother had died long ago, so that only left the one that I called my love and our young daughter. She was only two, if even, and the vampires had shown no mercy in biting down on her neck and making her scream, draining all the life from her as they left my love to be ripped apart, limbs torn from her in the bloodied frenzy these monsters were in. I remember screaming, trying to get up, but then as quickly being knocked unconscious.

When I awoke I found that all those I knew lie dead around me, blood strewn everywhere though not as much as you would think. There was a severe lack of it in the dead bodies, you know. Many were missing and many vampires lie dead as well, though I could only feel the amazing hurt and anger at the loss of those I loved. I tried to stand, eyes still closed and jaw set in an angry scowl, but it was then I realized that I was being pinned down, the weight--no, mostly the strength--of another keeping me there. My eyes flicked open to look up into a vampiress's face. She was flawless by definition and appearance, though the sin on her soul and the crazed look in her eyes made her ugly. She was one of those that did not think for themselves, one of the poverty stricken vampires that relied on the higher class for orders. She sneered in my face and drew herself closer and only then did I realize that my neck stung something terrible...my heartbeat increased at the realization.

The ecstasy of being bitten and the lustful effects only lasted as long as the vampire was still biting you, so now it was just the pain and the almost high aftereffects. I used that to my advantage as well as surprise as I shoved her off of me, managing to knock her back enough for me to grab my rifle and put a few bulletholes in her head. It wouldn't kill her, but it would temporarily stall her. I ran the opposite direction, taking refuge in the trees and staying hidden far above while the vampires that were left focused on gathering up those that were unconscious and taking them away. They just left their own dead there, not seeming too concerned on getting them back to the city or giving them any sort of burial. But I was in an amazing amount of pain far above and it was the most difficult thing I've ever done to keep silent through it.

Pain ripped through my veins as I felt the virus move through me, making me nacious and killing off the living organs I had left. I felt my heartbeat increase rapidly, the organ struggling to try and keep me going though it eventually gave up, and there was that moment of complete calm and silence for that second I felt my heartbeat stop. My eyes widened and I fell limp against the branch I was on, breathing coming in short gasps before it, too, stopped before resuming once more. I could feel the changes more than I saw them, but I didn't have to in order to know what they were. I knew that I would look nearly perfect, I knew that I would have fangs and that my skin would be pale. But more than anything I knew I would be a monster, though I didn't regret that for some reason or another. I was captive to my own mind, bloodlust ruling my thoughts. Though I kept my sanity and my mind simply because my anger overruled that bloodlust.

I would feed in time. Very shortly after my changing, actually, and I would find that blood was the worst sort of addiction and was nothing short of breathtaking. I had no regret of killing my former kin. But I did intend on letting loose that anger that had built up within me because of my family's death and after that I waltzed into the vampire's city as one of them, and no one gave me a second glance. I would remain there for a time, learning about my abilities and growing stronger. But eventually I would take to the most upper class of vampires and take them all on, my anger and need for vengance for my dead family ruling my actions and making me stronger than even them.

I killed them all mercilessly and took their power as my own; no one challenged it for the rules of vampire society were rather strange then. Fear kept them at bay, mostly, and for once they asked my name. I had very little attraction to my previous name because it bore so many bad memories, so I simply became what had driven me to such an extreme; Revenge. It was the true monster, not the virus, and so I decided it was as fitting a name as ever for this new breed of demon that the world had made of me. I did it for my family, for their memory and...and...I can't say that I even remember their names anymore. It was when I finally realized that I had forgotten them that I realized that I had only done it for me...and did that really make me any better than the beasts that started it all?

The Vengeful Vampire

Name: Lance Emerson
Pronounced: Lan-sss Em-er-son
Aliases: Revenge, Rev
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Age: 22 (undead, so no aging will happen)

SO: Straight (there's nothing quite like biting a pretty girl~)
Status: Single

Rank/Duty High Class Vampire/Front Rank Official
Allegiance: Dark Army
Joined the War: To make sure he gets his fair share of taking over the world...and the humans with it

Beast Form: Coming soon
Vampire Form: Temporary

Mentally: Sane
Essence: Blood
Theme Song: Revenge - Plain White T's

Strengths and Abilities:

Being a vampire, Rev has all the typical vampire abilities. Sharp fangs, impossible speed, insane strength, the ability to become invisible, sharp fingernails and even the lack of a reflection. He can shapeshift, though not into a bat like legend might like you to believe. Oh no, he can change into a massive pegasus-like creature, wings massive and raven-like in appearance and a muzzle with fangs and teeth rather than a beak. This beast form gives him a huge advantage, though he surprisingly doesn't like using it very often. He also is very stealthy and, of course, is most at home in the dark. He can see in pitch black environments and so turning the lights out on him won't even slow him down. He also has a few small adaptations because of the new breed of vampire that he is. He can stand sunlight for short periods of time though it's still not a good idea, since he's weakened considerably and it's certainly not comfortable--a burning sensation is pretty common even if he's just in foggy sunlight. He can also control blood, almost as if it were an element. Which means yes, he can puppet people around if he wants to because he can control the substance that runs through their veins. He considers this a bit "inhumane" though and for the most part refrains from doing so if he can help it.

Weaknesses:

With all the vampire perks come all the vampire weaknesses. Though he will not die from old age or sickness, since he's technically dead already, he can be killed from excess injuries. Despite common belief, vampires do feel pain and bleed despite their lack of a heartbeat, which means injuries can kill them if they're bad enough. Revenge also, despite his resistance to sunlight, will burn to ash if caught outside in the sun for too long, so he tends to only be very active at night. Despite common legends, garlic and crosses are ineffective against him or any other vampire for that matter, though a stake through the heart would probably kill him simply because...well, that's a pretty intense injury despite the fact it doesn't really have to be a wooden stake to kill him. He also has a rather short temper that gets him into a considerable amount of trouble and his need for revenge is like a desiese, spreading and infecting everything he knows until nothing is left. He has a very hallow sort of being, a lack of soul and purpose almost, so this is how he makes up for it. He also holds very few friends, so he's mostly on his own. Bloodlust is also a huge weakness; like any other vampire, he has to have blood every so often in order to function and the longer he goes without it the easier it is to slip into the animalistic madness that will result in a small rampage until he does get human blood. The loss of rational thought is terrifying, even for him.

Attitude:

Revenge, oddly enough, is very formal and proper when meeting others. He tends to come off as the high class, official sort of person that cares very little for those beneath him. His expression can very rarely be broken through to tell what he's actually thinking, though if one were to stick around long enough he'd drop the act a little bit, though he'll always have a formal sort of tone. He has a love for insulting others while still being polite and revels in the fact that he thinks it's the most fulfilling sort of way to put a person down without actually fighting them. Despite his high class status and attitude, Revenge isn't to be taken lightly. He's among the strongest of vampires and isn't afraid to show it, his temper making it easy for him to snap. Despite this darker side to him, and all the evil tenancies of thought that go with the species, he does enjoy a good, intelligent conversation and the higher class aspects of life. He doesn't mind getting away from all of that either though, and he hasn't lived anywhere away from the war since it started so he has very little memories of what relaxation is or the true peace one finds when hey aren't worried about being hurt or having to go out and kill others. He's very influential among others too, able to easily convince them to do things that may or may not end up being their own doom. He's someone that's easy to like, and considering who and what he is that's extremely dangerous.

Other:

Coming soon

A Photo Lasts Longer:

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Awesomeness by Oi! <3
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A Few Fine Colleagues

Those of the Apocalypse

Beyond the End of the World?

Oh? I am quite the individual...though not for the reasons that you believe. Though, if it is of any importance to you, I don't believe I've met anyone quite like you either...gypsy or not.

If lost, please return me to Scarlet!

By now you should know everything you say
Can and will be used against you some day
I got the microphone so don't go too far
Cause I'm gonna tell the whole world how you really are

I don't even care how you're gonna feel
Cause I've already tried to give you something real
So go ahead and get mad never talk to me again
I don't even care cause I got my
Revenge

Care for a game of words?

Now says *she closed her eyes as if fantasing about such a thing* If only Bloodsucker~ *opening her strange eyes to look at him, she sat up a little and smiled* Well, I wouldn't try to kill you, but if I were, I'd go all Van Helsing on your ass and be totally awesome while I'm doing it... Or I'd just trap you in a time loop, those are great fun. *she rolled her eyes, losing the smile, as if any idea of her having control over time upset her.* Oh, and don't call me 'darling'. That's way too cliche!

Katy says *she gave him an unamused look* I could try... I'm tried many ways to end my life, ended up healthier than before... I could happily break my hand if it killed you... *looking away and yawning, running a hand through her purple hair, her strange wings extended and the stars that made them twinkled and flashed*

Now says *Now raised a brow at the glass and sniffed it, pulling back with a look on her face, not disgust, because she really didn't care, not even disbelief or confusion, just... boredom.* I never said I was scared of you Vampire, I simply suggested that if I had a death wish, perhaps a vampire could grant me it. *wish a shrug, she shot a glance at his glass* But I'm not drinking that. Strange I might be, but blood never appealed to me... drinking it anyway. *she laughed, and stepped to his sofa, and lay down on it, kicking up her feet and crossing her arms behind her head.* So? If I punched you in the face and broke your nose, would you get angry enough to drink my Godly blood? *seeming amused with the idea, she grinned at him, her teeth sharp, but not like a vampires, more like a dragons.*

Now says *Now didn't enter the room, but stayed where she was, quite tall, even though she could not be more than 17 at most, even if she looked around 20.* Name's Now, though if it helps, my brother says I'm Present. That probably means more to you than it does to me. *She shrugged as if nothing in the world bothered her. She supposed it didn't.* Dunno, maybe I have a death wish. You vampires are meant to be all scary and stuff right? *She ran a hand through her hair, flicking it with a laugh.* Or at least that's what they say in the movies, but I guess I can't exactly be sure, my experience with the supernatural is as wide as gods. Not too interesting, I tell you, they are so annoying and condescending. 'Do this Now...', 'You're too human Now...'. *Rolling her eyes she snorted, finally strolling in, without asking if she could or not.* You probably don't care, but I guess if I did have a death wish, you'd be more likely to grant it if I annoyed you enough.

Now says *leans against the door frame and smirks, tanned arms crossed, purple hair messy, bright pink eyes amused, and chains on her clothing clinking. Her wings, which looked a little like a constellation, were folded against her back. Scars were visible on her wrists, and throat.* Hey. I hear you're this guy they call Revenge? Or have I got the wrong prison cell? All these Dark Army rooms look the same. *She adjusts her position, to cross her legs also, the thick black eyeliner, hiding tired lines, and black lipstick hiding more scars.* I've heard about you. My brother and sister have been discussing this war, while complaining about my existence. *She laughs and shrugs* I wanted to meet a vampire for myself.

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