If you don't care for Mage and don't feel like being Dead you can always play a mortal. Ill post the version of mortal creation id prefer you use on the game site. The link is in the welcome message so i wont post it here again. Mortals can be associated with either the Mage or Vampire venues or you can just see who decides to mess with you first.

Alexi Demetrius Stapkovich IV - Ghoul of Thomas Arturo

Alexi, or Alex as he is more commonly known, is a relatively new Ghoul to the Clan Toreador.  Bonded to Thomas Arturo Alex functions as one of the lead Pit Bosses within the Lucky Star Casino.  The first thing you would notice about Alex are his striking features and formidable size.  Standing at 6'1" Alex is broad shouldered, and square framed.  His hair and piercing gray eyes cap off this native Russians muscular stature.  His demeanor is calm and powerful, those that work with him naturally follow his directions.  With a moderate Russian accent, and his powerful countenance Alex is a natural leader to the employees of the casino, and a strong tool for Thomas Arturo.

Adian Carroll

Young, perhaps in her early twenties, she stands about 5'8" with long wavy scarlet locks. Creamy pale skin, lustful emerald green eyes, and curves in all the right places for someone so waif. She's a fiery spirit though shes always seems to be deep in thought. Mysterious if anything, you'll always find her involved in the nightlife, drink in hand.

 

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Harry "Mortis" Morris is the owner, manager, tender, bouncer et. al. for the club Thorns.  In his late 40s, he's obviously past his prime for any serious serious clubbing and the requisite drinking, drugging, and screwing.  A tall, thin bloke with a thick London (ie Cockney) accent, you can usually find him behind the bar in black slacks and a dark dress shirt with tie.  He has sallow features and lank, wavy black hair that is clearly dyed to hide the grey streaks creeping in.  Black sunglasses hide his eyes at all times.  Really, he looks like an Andrew Eldritch knock-off.  The "been there, done that" attitude hides a caring, friendly nature that can be a tad protective of those few he considers to be his close friends.

Aaah Karlie Henson. If you've been to a carnival in last 6 years you may have seen her, she was a wonderful dancer, her show was never missed...but then some ass wipe came along and broke her friggin' leg!! Now you may see her wandering around the streets at night, she keeps to the dark some nights, other nights she sticks out as brightly as her neon shirts. She has a Devil may care attitude, and not one moral or conscience rest in her small frame, don't get caught on the wrong side of her silver blades and you may live a little longer. Check out her looks here: http://www.geocities.com/beccakitty0217/Karlie_Henson.html

Beans is straight gangsta. Nobody really knows why hes called Beans, he doesnt even eat beans, farm beans, sell beans or correctly spell beans. But Beans, he is.

Beans is a shorter guy at only 5 foot 8 inches. But he is heavy set and has some weight to throw around. His Posse, meaning the rest of Zaines ghouls know he aint nuthin to fuck with. Hes meaner than shit, dumber than hell and will go megaton at the drop of a hat.

Beans dresses in typical thug fashion with a well manicured goatee, close cut hair and enough bling to choke a hooker.

Five foot eight and a buck fifty soaking wet, Joey Ustler is a sketchy loud-mouthed little prick. He constantly looks like he's been strung out on a meth-binge, his eyes are wild, his movements jerky.

Joey spent way too many years working as a Carney for a low-rent outfit, traveling around the country and shaking down little kids and their roob parents. Before that he worked as a Rodeo clown. He's always been a little 'off' but since his initiation into the world of darkness at the hands of Zaine, he has become downright loony. Somehow his big mouth and insane antics have earned him a lot of street-cred. He'll lip-off to anyone, steal anything, and has a habit of stabbing people for no reason, at least no reason anyone else can see.

His mouth and habits get him into a lot of places a sane person wouldn't want to be, but like most people with chihuahua-syndrome, he is tough as shit and can take a beating like a professional punching bag.

Jamal is one of zaines hoodlum ghouls, standing at around 6 feet tall about 200 pounds and muscular he is a pretty scary looking dude. He dresses in complete street hoodlum attire wearing baggy jeans, fubu sweat shirts and always has a white bandana with a  blunt sicking out of it. when he speaks everyother word is "mothafuckin" and other things of the sort. He is almost never not stoned or smoking.

Jamal is Deceased. Killed by his own Domitor.  

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Severo Giovanni stands 6'2", weighs 200lbs, has a bald head and a heavy italian accent. While he always wears a black suit while working for Mr. Giovanni, Severo often is seen in a well-worn blue jersey, bearing the standard of the Italian National team. He says little and always keeps a steady eye on his surroundings.  

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She is a cute skater punk with straight blonde hair, cut fashionably and straightened. It is also short and usually pulled back into cropped pigtails. She wears a khaki visor with various buttons displayed across the wide band upon her brow. There is an anarchy button, a black and white button reading "God, you're ugly." a holographic lightning strike across a black button, a few saftey pins in random spots. There is also a blue, white pink, and black button with the word Psycho spelled out in pink. It is tilted to the side in an urban fashion. The color of her hair is a honey blonde with striking white highlights. Her nearly colorless bangs dance across the lids of her golden hazel eyes. Her eyes are lined with smudged black, glitter eye liner. She has an attractive pixie-like appearance with an oval shaped face and small button nose. Her full, but small lips are bare, maybe touched by some strawberry lip gloss. She is a petite girl, standing only around five foot even. She has a small frame, something like that of a gymnist or dancer. She wears a tight white tank top. But, layered over that is a black tank top bearing a gold, metalic, lightning strike across her chest. On her left forearm is a red x-men symbol. Strapped to her right arm is her Ipod, her ear buds almost always in her ear. This girl needs a soundtrack for her life. Sitting low on her hips are a pair of baggy, olive green, cargo pants. The pants sport two patches, one is a SlipKnot patch and the other is a Misfits patch. In one of her many pockets is a pair of nice aviator glasses, infact they look to nice for a girl like her to own. Keeping her pants up is a black belt covered in square studs. The belt buckle is a purple rose, large and enamled. On her feet, black and white Converse. She usually carries with her a small purple and black back pack. It is perfect to carry what she needs, plus her trusty skateboard and skateboard repair kit. Her skateboard, she loves it, is typically her singular mode of transportaion. Thats not to say she doesn't take the bus as well. In her ears are small silver lightning strikes, and next to those are silver jolly rogers. Around her neck is a choker made from a leather strip with an aztec monkey pendent on it. The pendent appears to be made of bone. Below that is a silver chain sporting a Fleur De Lis pendent. Around her left wrist are hundreds od black rubber bracelets. On her left middle finger is a silver filgree ring, with a small, cut red stone in the center. On her right middle finger is another ring, silver, wide and decorated with filgree.
She is known to be brutally honest at times. She's got a smart mouth, an almost verbal assassin at times. She could give two shits about what the world thinks about her. She only cares what you think if she cares about you. She's probably just turned 18, so she still has immature tendenices. She has a perchant for thrill seeking, risk taking behavior. She doesn't like to back down, if confronted. She is the co-host of Nightwatch, a radio program about the supernatural and music. She is also Straight-Edge. She has a big dislike for drug addicts.

The other half of the Nightwatch Radio show team is Junkie Drake. He goes by his Dj name no matter where he is and who he is talking to. Hes noisy, hes random, hes obnoxious and hes usually high.

It doesnt matter of his point is relevant or even on topic, he is going to make it and damn if you try to stop him.

Drake has odd spiky hair of varying colors, hes in his early 20s and tall but lanky. He smokes too much and can be obsessive about everything but his hygeine. His clothing ranges from typical slacker gear to even matching his Co-Host for punk flare.

It seems to all depend on the cycles of the moon....

Lenor is a gothic vamp lover that used to cry at the moon, begging the night to produce a vampire...at least she did that when she was 15.She's read all the vampire books, seen all the vampire movies, and dated all the tall dark, lanky men that she can get her hands on. She knows vampires don't exist, but the dream and small hope is always there, she's now found a way to plead a little louder to the night fora vampire via a radio show, She's known as the Night Mistress, it's no secret she's in love with the night. She'll show up to work dressed in her normal gothyness, black..or other equally dark cloths, skin always pale, her hair is a nice deep red and long, down to her waist, eyes a lovely hazel green, she is as beautiful as she sounds, her voice is always deep and husky, she enjoys moaning while on the mic, perhaps hoping to entice those dark creatures to seek her out. She lives alone in the Suburbs in a small yet very nice one bedroom apartment on the 6th floor and owns a nice bullet bike.

He stands around 5'9" and is very dark evrywhere his clothes do not touch him. So to say he has a farmer's tan is an understatement.  His slightly graying black hair is combed over to attempt to cover the bald spot on his head, but his receading hairline always gives him away. Covering his chin is a short, but bristly graying beard. To cover his thinning hair and to protect his scalp is a baseball cap. Over his dark green eyes are big, bushy eye brows. You can also tell that in his youth, he was a very handsome man. You can almost see him strutting the hallways with a welcome back cotter afro.
At work, he is typically seen in his mechanics uniform. A blue grey, short sleeved, button up shirt with a patch with his name on it and a pocket. In that pocket are a pack or marlboro lights and a bic lighter. His shirt is tucked into navy blue dickie work pants, and held there with a black leather belt. He is always covered in grease and motor oil and smells of a mixture between car fulids and cigarette smoke. Sometimes, he will sample a swischer sweet.
Outside of work, he is often seen wearing a plaid shirt of some kind, tucked into 20 year old lees. The lees are a very classic style and flood when he sits down. They show off his black socks and black tennis shows wonderfully. Around his waist is a brown leather belt and large silver belt buckle. The belt buckle holds a scene of two crossed rifles and a confederate flag in the background. Outside of work, he smells strongly of brute colonge, cigar/cigarette smoke, and new car scent.

The white collar around his neck tends to make his line of work an obvious one; over his light blue clergy shirt he wears a brown sports jacket and a pair of nice tan slacks, though the sneakers break any true formality. But there is something about him that makes him stand out more than just his vestments. A brightness that is strangely drawing to those around him, as if his faith was more than just a façade, but a deep belief that gives him strength and light in the surrounding darkness. (Holy Aura: for those that see auras, his is always brilliant, no matter what color.) He has somewhat boyish features with light eyes behind thin wire glasses, and fair hair that is cut short and neat. He may be on the short side, but he seems to have plenty of energy to make up for it. He has a kind, some might say, naïve look, often with a smile or a friendly expression, as if not much could truly bring him down.

The newly ordained Reverend Desmond Quade arrived in Sanfield to answer the call of a small local church in the slums needing a new Pastor. Full of idealistic hopes and enthusiastic optimism, the young preacher has found himself amongst the dregs of the society, the poor and destitute, the hungry and the desperate. The kind of people Desmond knows he was sent here to help. Some may think it is a fruitless mission, and those that have lived in the bad side of town all their lives, (or long enough to see what it does to people) may look on the preacher’s bright and hopeful face, and wonder just how long he will last.

Desmond is deceased, Killed by Bellisa Damita.  

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Skinny and pretty, complicated androgyny nearly 26 years old yet looks barely 22. Well-shaped legs have been slipped into black, leather boots that lace up to mid-calf, black eyelet socks end an inch or so under a frilly black skirt.  A simple black tank-top clings onto a skinny frame, neck decorated with a long, black scarf with fringes that almost touch slender waist. Skin as pale as porcelain contrasts against scraggly, black hair…or when dancing up on stage there’s a pumpkin orange wig over it… and brown eyes, which have been smudged in black kohl. A black backpack is slung over a shoulder, marked in silver magic marker with various names and quotes, none which make much sense; patches of various bands have been stitched on, as well. A silver lip ring and a silver daisy dangling from a silver chain are the only bits of jewelry. Random bits of tattoos can be seen on slivers of skin, orange ink peeks on both shoulder-blades, black on right thigh and right hip, though you won’t know what any of them are unless you see this one stripped. Girl skirts, boy boots upon first glance you’d think this was a female, yet you would be so wrong. Some parent messed up with this one, then the other one forgot to care.

Joshua Randall
Patriach of the clan, retired bounty hunter, expert bootlegger and owner of The Hilts Saloon. A hardened old man of 63 years, he is never seen without his trusty firearm, a .44-40 caliber 1892 Winchester rifle with a sawed off barrel. Quiet and reserved, he is a strong traditionalist at heart, who yearns for a return to the old ways. His wife, Annabelle, died during childbirth in 2001.

Vinson Randall [called Vin]
One of eldest set of twins, this 23 year old young man is renown for his charm and for constantly chasing women [occasionally his sister]. His wit is sharp, but he is more of a lover than a fighter. Has a nack with mechanics and spends much of his time fixing up a rusted, old 1968 Ford Mustang 390 CID Fastback.

William Randall [called Bill or Ringer]
Second of eldest set of twins, he regularly falls under his brother’s shadow. Though he seems less confident and bright, he is by far the tougher, stronger willed and upstanding of the two. Talented tracker and taxidermist.

Franklin Randall [called Frank or Bullet]
The middle son is 15 years old and a dead shot with a rifle. When he was 9, he saved his sister from a cougar, killing the pouncing creature with one shot. Though he has entered [and won] the occasional shooting contest, his Pa usually has “better” things for him to spend his time on, like helping around the house.

Joshua Randall II [called Junior]
One of the younger set of twins, this 7 year old specializes in coming up with trouble for him and Michael to get into. He likes reptiles, apples, and the color blue.

Michael Randall
The other member of the younger set of twins, he specializes in coming up with lies to cover for the trouble that him and Josh get in. He likes insects, peaches, and the color green.

Jacob Randall [called Jake]
Joshua’s younger brother, this 48 years old man had less luck than his brother in life. He never married and spent much of his life in jail or running from the law. After living in Mexico since the late 70s, he has recently returned to Georgia to help his brother manage the family and bar after the loss of his wife.

Molly Joe Randall
Quiet and over-shadowed daughter, she is the epitome of beautiful southern bell. 18 years old, as of last spring, she is kept sheltered by her protective father. She spends most of her time helping around the bar or preparing meals for the family.

Cousin Bud
Josh and Jake’s first cousin on their mother’s side, he is a  strong worker and honest man, if a bit dull in the head. 35 years old, he helps around the house and bar with chores and laborious tasks.

Carter McCoy [called Doc]
Adopted “cousin” and long time friend of the family. 55 years old, he has known Josh and Jake since they were all kids. Apparently, he practiced medicine for a time in Mexico after trouble with the law cause him to flee America. Recently returned [with Jake], he is the only member of the clan that ever ventures into town, though he sometimes lets the older twins sneak along.


 

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