Self-Approved


Name: Kios Tr'kilan Saia
Pronounced: Key-ose Truh-kill-uhn Sigh-uh
Age: 2043
Birthplace: Argantus, Land of Demons
Height: 7'
Weight: 164 lbs
Build: Tall, thin
Eyes: Solid Black
Hair: Thick as power cords, black, sharpened off at tips
Alignment: Evil
Race: Advanced Ogre (Reincarnated as a Winged Possession Demon)
Position: Lord of Hell (realm)


Weapons:
Kiken -
Kiken, in short, means death. They're small panels in the palms of his hands capable of following his mental commands and controlling two things: The four elements, and time itself. It takes merely the flinch of a muscle to activate one of the panels, but they can be used on offense as well as defense, thus proving a natural hassle for any of his opponents. It is not strange for him to use these to slip into a realm of his own for a moment, relocate, and come back to the main plane in a different area.

Silver Rose -
Said to be crafted by the Dark God and handed down to his bastard son every millenia, it's a handgun about half the length of a standard hunting rifle held deep within the folds of his cloak. The bullets are heavy and fast, and have a sharp arc to them once loosed from the barrel. If you haven't handled it before, this is a very tricky weapon, used for long-range combat in the War of Separation by San Kalabaster -- The Dark God -- but with added force because of its origin. It has the force and range of your usual potato shooter, and can hold ten shots at a time. Kios counts extremely well, and always knows how many shots he keeps on him. Has more in a pocket in his robes, too.

Sword of The Hellions -
A dual-sided sword just over five feet in length, it is handed down through the leaders of Hell who take over based on strength, not birth or assassination, as Hell is actually a very noble realm. It was handed from San, who held the throne for roughly five-thousand years, to Tsuvati Tal'ri, then passed to his son Kiiri, for the first time, and then to Kios after he slaughtered the many demons guarding the gates to reach the inner core of Hell itself. All in all, it has been in perfect condition due to the magic spell put on it by its crafter -- no one knows who it was, as San found it lain by a blood-stained throne he stumbled upon in a sealed cavern -- for a known Eighteen-thousand years, as old as Tein, the oldest philosopher in Hell.


Armor:
His heavy cloak can stop the penetration of usual throwing daggers and bullets from a distance, and it never seems to be away from him, for a very good reason. His skin offers minimal protection, but it does heal at a very fast rate, if you ever manage to get that far beneath his cloak without taking off his arm -- and you're a smarter being than most if you do so.


Description:
Kios Saia is, simply, a demon; a plague, more or less. He stands seven-foot even, with hair like a mess of power cords dangling far below his chin. He wears thick, long black robes and a steel chain around his neck, his skin in places looking like worn leather with creases everywhere. He has standard army boots and wears black gloves to hide the plates on his hands. He seems to have some odd fascination with controlling -- playing with, really -- the bodies of his victims, often using them forn the purpose of tainting the minds of others, mostly innocent humans; easily-frightened beings. He also has an even stranger obsession: Eating human hearts.

Kios' form is one shrouded in legend, and for quite the valid reason. The truth is, instead of a digestive system, lungs, a heart, and any other innards, he houses a star, one of the smallest known to man. And yet it is a star held within a black hole, his robes and skin on the very edge as not to get sucked in. And yet, if someone were to rush into his robes, they would be compressed and crushed in mere miliseconds.


History:
Kios was born into absolute poverty. It was often that his parents had to give up their own meals to feed him, though the neighbors in their area did their best to help. Humans had moved in just before Kios was born and wiped out half of their town for their skins, often used to make different jackets and boots, men who claimed to be from a place called Talruan. But their leader was a cold-hearted man, and did nothing to aid the ogres when they needed it the most. Kios trained himself long and hard, often starving himself in tests of endurance. He soon became powerful, moreso than the majority of the community.

And then the day came that he decided to do something about the humans that had done them wrong, the winged beasts from the other side of the valley the ogres had come to call home. He rounded up the most able-bodied ogres he could find and laid the plan out. They all agreed, and it was put into action. First they killed one of the simple guards by beating him to death with his own gun, leaving him for the other men on the nightwatch to find. The man who came upon him called all of the others to search the town for the killers.

It was no secret their captain slept long and hard, and was not to be bothered once he had gone to bed. Kios got into his tent easily, even his guards called out, but apparently it was the one time the captain was awake. He shot Kios as he walked into the tent, but there was something he hadn't counted on. Somehow, Kios Saia's spirit was put in a hibernation state for over nineteen-hundred years, and then implanted into a human body. He was basically possessing the man. He quickly found he could take over the body -- killing the human would most likely mean death, however -- and transfer bodies, through either sexual intercourse or childbirth.

There came a time when a group of rebel ogres attacked the town he had been transfering generations in, and one of the women -- the one he was residing inside -- was raped. He transfered himself into the ogre and took full control, causing him, Bothnod, to convert to Kios' now-standard appearance. Apparently, the tale of the young Saia boy was as common as the tale of the Bible, and many of the ogres sided and followed him as he led them to the place he had been waiting to go to for years.

Talruan.

The winged-humans didn't stand a chance, and the ogres destroyed almost everything, save for about five people who they assumed were just traumatized and too confused to pose a threat. They settled in Talruan and made it their home, rebuilding the place the way they wanted it, and lived there for just over ten years. In that time, Kios discovered exactly what he had been turned into. A transferable demon, a plague that could never be removed from his host. And one of the most powerful beings in existance.

There came a day, however, that one of the Talruan survivors led a revenge tour back into the town. His name was Shawn Razukou, and he had the power and surprise to overthrow the ogres. After a three-day battle with them, he did so, but not without suffering. As he was leaving the town, putting it back into the hands of the last four survivors, Kios -- seen as Bothnod -- lurched out from nowhere and bit him in the shoulder. Shawn shot Bothnod immediately, but it was too late.

Kios Saia had been transfered into him.

He went back to headquarters, where one of the lower-downs commented on a rash-looking area around the bitemark. Within the day, he passed out in a meeting and was rushed to the infirmary. There they discovered him to be carrying some type of deadly-if-cured virus, so they left it alone and monitored him. It was said that someone had once found a cure, but he was killed by a "tall, black monster." A witness ran a check on the man he had seen, and it came up as Kios Saia, an ancient ogre demon that had levelled entire cities in his day with the flick of a wrist. Then again, those had been cities with eight houses, a church, and the roofs made of straw, so his power these days would be limited.

The realm soon came to the conclusion that Shawn had contracted the demon from the bite, but, though testing, it only seemed to come out when feeling threatened or extremely mad. Over the years, they had created the simulation program that Musashi had died in and the program that was often used for outside-realm battles. Shawn, testing an idea of his, tried to extract the demon into the program, and succeeded, then programming it to send the demon into San Kalabaster's realm of Hell. He is once in a great while implanted back into the body of Shawn for war purposes, in the case that there is some supremely-powerful being somewhere that no one else could kill. Kios soon rose to supremacy and took the highest seat of power in Hell. As a god.


Religion:
Kios, aside from thinking he is his own religion, worships San Kalabaster, a name in only the most-secretive Aquatarus database files. He is the twin brother of Rydah Kalabaster, the most-widely-accepted entity in the kingdom of Aquatarus. A draft was held within their legally-binding age for what would be known as The War of Separation, and they joined the side that would soon prevail, led by Akira and Konjo, two of the three -- current -- Holy Entities. When the war was finished, the army sailed into a port -- on many carriers, of course -- that would lead to an underground base surrounded by water, which would become what we all know today as Aquatarus, a realm that these days spans eight planets. After a short power disagreement between San and the rest, he took up his most loyal knights and formed his own realm known as Hell, one of brute strength as opposed to Rydah's, which is based on strategical movement. Having proven their strength in the end, the two brothers who died by coincidence -- or so they say -- on the same day were raised as Permanent Entities, Rydah of Aquatarus and San of Hell.


Fighting/Magic Style:
Kios is a strict magic user, for the most part, but can easily wield a gun with advanced skill. As said, he can control all four elements and time itself, sending the weak-minded to opposite planes of reality and sometimes even time-warping. He appears and disappears randomly using this very effect. He can call on large amounts of elemental energy, including his own personal type, just pure energy compacted into a lethal blast. He tends to, when facing a magic-user, capture his enemy's attack and reverse it, sending it back on them with double the original power if he can.



Record:
Two Wins: Raistman, sigmaZero
One Draw/Unfinished: Turks
No Losses Thus Far

Self-Approved


Name: Shawn Razukou (aliases: Shawn DeLeVoe, Shawn Kai)
Title: The Silver Legend
Age: 24
Birthplace: Talruan
Height: 7'
Weight: 214 lbs
Eyes: Sea-Green
Hair: Violet
Alignment: Aquatarus Military
Race: Winged Human
Position: Supreme Aquatarus Ruler


Religion:
Kalabastist. Rydah Kalabaster was one of the first world-renowned firebrands, a name feared high and low amongst men and women alike. Children knew of him and wanted to be just like him. He had made the name for himself leveling and rebuilding cities with a small band of travelers after the War of The Ages, which tore he and his brother San apart from each other. This same band went on to form the realm known these days as Aquatarus, and Rydah became a legend. Upon his death, fortold in their own version of the Bible, Rydah was given the position as leader on the Holy Council in the afterlife, with four positions held by himself and two other, living entities, Konjo and Akira, and his fellow deceased, Musashi. Should something that effects the realm suddenly happen, the four are drawn together in the holiest of places, the Aquatarus United Church.


Weapons:
Black Diamond -
This weapon has two stages. The first and standard is a baseball bat roughly five-feet in length with a rhombus shape and a diamond-sharp tip. The second, used mainly for longer ranges, is a seven-foot katana with a leather-wrapped wooden center, the stick, and two black blades on the ends. He generally uses the first one, kind of for that blunt-object appeal but both are extremely lethal and illegal in all of the four Pillar realms -- Aquatarus, Eden, Ayenee, and Hell.

Grey Crow: Final Design -
This was Shawn's pride-and-joy prototype, a four-barrel shotgun with two triggers, close enough to be pulled with a single finger. The ends of the barrels have a small piece of metal strong enough to break up the weak-material bullets, actually splitting them into around five parts. All four barrels fire a scatter shot because of this, altogether firing about twenty fragments of four bullets. These are not being offered to the public, no matter how much they may need them. Three are known to be in existance, the main one being Shawn's, and the second and third to be passed to his sons when they are found.

Fire and Brimstone -
Two silver handguns, which were formally presented to him by Foxx Blaze, who left the life of a gunslinger to become a heavyweight boxer once he heard Shawn was going out to break up resistance pockets after the Fallen Night, named such because Musashi's death had first come that night and riots had built up. They fire large, almost-illegal shots, which can cause major bleeding if fired at even a minor spot.


Armor:
Double-layered kevlar, Aquatarus standard model, protecting his chest and spine. It's known to stop the penetration of small knives and most-times even rifle shots. Shawn wears no other protection, mainly because...well, he's cocky.


Description:
Shawn is, as said, a tall and dark man, usually keeping to himself in the general public. He was given the position as Supreme Emperor upon Musashi Kamagato's assassination, the second death of the man, this not fortold by prophecy. He generally wears a black trenchcoat with a white shirt and black pants underneath, said trenchcoat with two internal pockets for his Fire and Brimstone. He has the Grey Crow attached to his belt with a small clip, out in plain sight, and always has the Black Diamond in his left hand. When he does get in the speaking mood, he's generally a cocky but nice person, when you're not trying to cleave his head off or shoot him in the chest. He's been voted the best public speaker of all time repeatedly, very motivational to crowds and anyone else he happens to speak to.


History:

[AQUAT DATA FILE 0098401 -- KAI/DELEVOE/RAZUKOU, SHAWN]

Shawn Kai's town of Talruan was burned to the ground only a year after he'd left, at the age of ten, to pursue a better life than the ones he parents could provide for him. When he went back to see them, at twenty-one, he learned the fate of the town and the people in it, aside from four survivors. Ogres had come to seek revenge for something the men of Talruan had done hundreds of years before, led by an ogre called Bothnod, once seen as a tall man in all black and other times seen as a hideous beast. Shawn took up a momentary profession as an ogre hunter to avenge his previous friends and family, and soon found the band of ogres who had burned the town. He laid waste to them and their camp, and then went on with his life as if nothing had happened.

He was found in a tavern by a man named Foxx Blaze, general of the Aquatarian Army, and recognized for his work in Talruan. Foxx was interested in recruiting him, which he did, Shawn starting out as a weapons inspector and rising through the ranks to soon achieve royal status.

[END OF RECORD]

Records before and after that point in Shawn's life were terminated upon his introduction into the royalty of Aquatarus, strictly for privacy reasons.



Shaolin Abilities:
The following is a list of minor abilities Shawn can execute at almost any given time, followed by the one real ability he has, all coming from the sacred arts of Shaolin, taught by Musashi and Foxx:

Increase speed
Slow opponents
Control weather
Jump realms
Higher jumping than others
Healing minor wounds
Nightvision


One With The Land -
Drawing up the spirits from the land, Shawn, taking a moment, can land-meld with any solid surface. One downside is, should the surface be completely broken through, he is materialized and trapped inside it, usually resulting in instant death. Shawn can keep this form for as long as needed.

Alpha Male -
If he is at full-power, with at least five Shaolin spells unused, Shawn can channel immense levels of firepower into whatever weapon he may be using at that time, fists not counting, and release it in a soul-shattering deathblow. Due to the catastrophic power of Alpha Male, it is hard to control and has a one-in-three-hundred chance of striking the opponent, however it can cause devastation to the surrounding area or scenery.

Dark Doppelganger -
As the name says, Shawn can create a doppelganger -- copy -- of himself that has about the same skills and mind as he does. Very useful to gauging how fighters respond to him. There is one obvious way to tell if you're fighting one of his doppelgangers, but to anyone actually doing it, it's usually too late once they do figure it out.


Founder of Rush The Coliseum, FFE's first battle tournament.

Thirteen Wins: Jhang, sigmaZero, Raistman, Ten Yahoo! RPers
Four Tied/Unfinished: Drifter, Foxx, Musashi, John (Yahoo)
One Loss: Jhang

Name: Jayga Talcite
Pronounced: Jay-gah Tal-site
Age: 28 upon death
Birthplace: Unknown
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 154 lbs
Build: Mediocre; not muscular, not defenseless
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dirty-blonde, shaggy
Alignment: Neutral
Race: Holy Vigilante



Description:
Jayga, who demands he be called Jay, has always been an oddball of a man. In school he was always caught taking things from the shop class, and eventually killed his teacher. When charged as a minor, his town had a rule of one-third of the sentence to minors, which put him in prison for fifteen years. When released, he was twenty-five, and if you do the math, that means the teacher was killed when he was ten, a ripe age to be committing homicide.

With the money left to him by his parents, he was said to have stocked up on X-Acto Knives and black market drugs and went into hiding for a year or so. On his first appearance to the world after locking himself up in an abandoned halfway house, he was wearing the clothes and look that he would never be rid of, simply by choice.

His belt, sheathes sewn onto it, was a brown thing with twenty of the small knives on it. X-Acto Knives, for the uninformed, are razor-sharp knives about the circumference and length of a standard pencil, silver and very hard to break. One swipe would break a man's skin, and the next would take out many veins.

Atop his head was a strange mutation between a cowboy hat and a bowler, brown as well, matting down his blonde, stringy hair, tight on his head. Covering his eyes was a pair of sunglasses, one lens silver and the other solid black, not even reflective. He was also wearing a black overcoat with the collar tucked under that fell to his waist, with little white scribblings all over it that made no sense to the average man.

Under that, no shirt. Below it, a pair of white khakis that were cut and ripped in many places, a flask bearing a cross on his hip. And on his face was a startling smile, exposing pearly white teeth almost up to the gums. He stood there, on the steps of the halfway house in his ripped shoes, the toes of them already coming apart, and did the insane.

Drawing two knives, he jumped high into the air, pointed them at his chest, and hit the ground on his hands, thus puncturing his lungs and killing himself.

He was called an idiot.

Two weeks later, after a heated debate with God, he was dubbed a vigilante angel. When someone was unwillingly forced into a Hell-worthy sin, he would go to them, bless them, and kill them. Once released of all their sins, they would ride to Heaven and, because of the circumstances, be put back into their bodies before anyone was any the wiser.

After twenty years of service, he was given a promotion to Holy Vigilante. By working under this title, he was also sent to remove any highly-demonic or otherwise anti-divine presences that Heaven's "radar" picked up as a civillian threat, allowing him to perfect his fighting skill and do good for his savior at the same time. And, of course, once in awhile he abuses his power and just goes looking for a random fight, always in his street clothes and never with his wings.



Weapons:
X-Acto Knives. Circular tubes with razorblades on the ends of them, twenty in his belt and two in his hands at all times. He moves and attacks with a strange kind of grace, though the weapons themselves are a bit degrading if not laughable. They are no joke to him, however, and he has killed many with them in his divine position, and they are not to be taken lightly.


Armor:
None whatsoever.


Religion:
Christian, which is self-explanitory.


Fighting/Magic Style:
Jayga is a very fast-moving person, and so he strikes quickly and hard with the knives. But he's not as useless as he seems. Remember the black market drugs he'd bought? After years of research and rumors, he formulated what seemed to be a fool-driven and very-unlikely way to inject himself using syringes, his knives, and whatever he'd bought so they would stay in his system.

And, surprisingly, it worked.

What Jayga had done was give himself magical powers, as strange as it sounds, enhanced by his job as Holy Vigilante. This leads into his magical side, which makes up for his lack of defense with little tubes attached to blades.

He has a strange control over the elements, time, and even weather. He can even create barriers and portals to escape attacks, though he refuses to over-abuse his powers.



Abilities:
Diablerie - Any blood spilled on the ground is sucked into his bottomless flask -- Heaven did the bottomless bit -- if he so desires. One, this cleans up the playing field a bit, and two, it leads into his next ability.

Mad Hatter - He opens his flask and sprays the liquid -- uranium mixed with blood -- toward the enemy. Should they touch a bit of it, a few moments of uncrontolled insanity will ensue, except if they have some strong resistance to substances. It only lasts for a few seconds for a bit of it, but if stricken by much, the time will change accordingly.

Obfuscate - Jayga focuses on a point and disappears. What he sees is a pitch-black area with a lit up spot, and should he touch it -- the spot being where he had focused -- he will reappear. He cannot see the actions of his enemy during this, its possibly-only fault.

Thrice Denied - He can mutter a spell to "respawn" his X-Acto Knives, but only three times during a battle and under the followinng rule: If he has ten he receives five more, if he has four he receives two more, if he has eight he receives four more, and so on. Only works with an even number of knives remaining; can never exceed twenty.

Crucifix - If hit by the Mad Hatter spell -- strongly -- he can mentally force them against a wall if available in a spread-eagle position and throw his blades at them, aiming for the spots where Jesus was nailed to the cross, and a final one to the throat. Can be avoided if they snap out of it quickly enough.

He also has various other abilities, but none so powerful they're worth noting. Each spell has a corresponding enchantment on his jacket which glows when the words are uttered to create it.



Record:
No battles as of yet.

Looks good to me, Exo. Welcome to the divine club, approved.

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For Bones' ORPG Only


Name: Derrick Ervine
Age: 16
Birthplace: North X
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Chin-length, wavy and thin
Profession: Treasure-hunter, navigator



Description:
Derrick always wears a white robe that just barely covers his feet. Often has thin, silver-rimmed glasses for reading and writing. Atop his head is the usual pirate's hat, one of the big ones, unlike James' small one, with a bright blue feather taken from a large bird in his birthplace on North X. Very protective of his hat, as it bears the emblem of his first ship, strangely named Aurum Est Protestas.


History:
Derrick was found on the pirate ship Benediction at the age of thirteen, docked in the port of the eastern edge of North X. The captain had had him on the plank when he announced he was the best navigator on the continent, and they gave pause. Theirs was a drunk who had been looking for South X and ended up here. He proposed they give him a one-month trial, and they did so.

Surprisingly, despite the age he was at, he proved correct and the ship went on to be one of the more popular pillagers. The pirates would take dubbloons from one place and go to another to stock up on rum and meat. Any gold they found, not the usual dubbloons anyway, was put into the captain's chamber. And because Derrick was so reliable, trustworthy, and most of all short, he witnessed a lot more than the normal crew.

The man who sat in the crow's nest was always sober, just as Derrick was. For one, the latter was too young at fifteen to enter the bars safely, so he stood outside. The lookout had been come over with some allergic reaction to the taste of alcohol, so he stayed to watch over the ship. His name was Arvais, and he was waiting until the right time to start a mutiny and take command of the ship.

One night, at the Boar's Head Tavern -- long before James and his crew reached it -- the captain marched out of the building and hollared at Derrick to get some more dubbloons to pay the bartender with. He seemed right amused when he muttered, "Though he don't know what they be," but the navigator obediently ran to get them.

Or so says popular belief.

All that is known is that when the crew and captain of Benediction bolted out the door because Derrick was late with their payment, the ship was long gone into the sea, under the command of Derrick Ervine and christined Aurum Est Protestas. Gold Is Power.

They traveled for half a year, until one night they were attacked by a ship packed with Levites. Grabbing the thirteen-inch dagger he'd bought with their last overthrowing -- they had a crew now, he and Arvais -- at this time sixteen, Derrick left the captain's quarters and went to the deck. When he saw the obviously-lost battle happening, he tried to hide. Later, after his own crew was defeated with minor losses to the Levites, he was found.

But he made them another proposition. "In exchange for giving me a single lifeboat and enough food to reach South X," he had said, "I will tell no one of this and never come back to make trouble." They agreed, thinking that he could do nothing because of his young age. So, he took his hat, a lifeboat, and enough meat for the journey, and paddled away, never to see his precious Aurum again. All he had was the hat, his robe, his dagger, some dubbloons, and the meat.

Once he reached South X, three months prior to James coming into town, he became a pick-pocket and made himself a stash fit to get himself food to live and information on new happenings.

And then James the pirate came into town...


Fighting Style:
He's a pirate. What do you think?

( This bio's a friend's, who has said it's alright if I use it, as she's no longer using the character. )


Name: Rhiannon McCreada
Age: 29 when changed
Birthplace: Conletoir
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 149 lbs
Eyes: Violet
Hair: Silver/Grey
Alignment: Conletoir
Race: Vampire


Weapons:
Rhiannon refuses to use firearms, but this isn't exactly a problem for her. As a vampire, her agility and accuracy have been heightened, and she only needs the daggers she carries. Two long and four short, the latter can be used as projectiles or hand-to-hand weapons. The former are generally saved for the second purpose. She can also use her fingernails if she's feeling desperate, and has a bit of magic.


Armor:
The only armor she uses are the clothes she wears.


Description:
Rhiannon is a beautiful woman, and those are not her words. Admittedly, she fits the vampire stereotype to a tee, what with her hair and eyes, but she uses it to her advantage. Her hair is long and grey, borderlining a haunting silver color, and her eyes are a dark purple hue, though always behind reflective sunglasses.

As previously stated, her fingernails are almost impossibly long, and can be used for desperate slashings. To dissuade from the idea of being a warrior, she wears gaudy gold bracelets around her wrists, looking almost like a gypsy with good clothing. Her skin isn't exactly pale, but it has nothing of a healthy tone to it.

Rhiannon sticks to one outfit at most times, and it may be why most of her opponents are men. Over everything is a thin, leather coat worn only with the purpose of holding her daggers. Beneath that is a skin-tight bodysuit with a semi-deep V-cut. Needless to say, she is well-endowed and the suit only accents that. Also, perhaps as an ironic warning, it shows off the muscles in her legs that might put off the sober men.

She wears some hybrid of heels and combat boots for footwear, and they do hurt to get kicked by.


History:
Rhiannon's real history begins when she was awkwardly inserted into the royal family plot. Vladmere Strusmenske, a mortal, had just been hired as a bartender at the DarkBlood Tavern. Rhiannon, a regular customer, was quite easy on the eyes and had the attitude he liked, and so Vlad fell prey to her charm and she turned him into a vampire.

He appointed Rhiannon as a bouncer of the bar, and swore to protect the realm from anyone who would threaten it, along with the queen.

This put her immediately into the royal plot, which included much murder, betrayal, and at the same time life and loyalties. But the change from "wandering badass" -- those were her words, that time -- to bouncer for a royal bar, had taken away Rhiannon's good side, leaving her as a drinking, swearing mess of a vampire. She did, however, seem to get along with much of the royal family.

Slowly, Rhiannon fell in love with Vladmere, what with being forced to live in the bar he worked at. This spanned over many months, and while she was still a cold person outside, she began to realize her mistake. On the night she decided to tell Vladmere about her feelings, she went to the castle and found Vanity feeding from him.

Knowing the affection this takes for a vampire to allow this, Rhiannon stormed from the castle, killing guards on her way out and raising the alarm. She went back to the bar, which was being watched by someone else, and settled in for a long night of drinking.

Vanity rushed into the bar and apologized profusely, but Rhiannon would have none of it. Tensions arose and finally, just short of releasing Dark Vanity, Vanity was led out by Dragoness, another servant. Gathering her things from her room above, Rhiannon decided to leave Conletoir for good.

One night, Vladmere found Rhiannon in the woods near an abandoned campsite and she attacked him furiously. She forced him incapacitated and scarred his face with a flaming dagger. She fed from him before she started to leave, saying she would end her "unlife" when the sun came up. Not wishing this on her, Vladmere stumbled after her and knocked her out, taking her to the castle with him.

The next morning, Rhiannon awoke without the recollection of where she was. When it came back to her, she stormed to Vanity's room in a rage and kicked the door down, to find Vladmere there. She once again willed herself over him and forced Vanity to watch as she attacked him again.

Rhiannon then fled downstairs, killing many servants on the way, and ran out the door into the sun. At this very moment, Rayphael had been coming in and, though new to the castle, tackled Rhiannon back inside. She screamed at him, but Rayphael gave her an offer; she could die, but only at his hand.

Vanity and Vladmere had come down by now, and Vanity knocked Rhiannon out before she could let this take place. Vladmere healed Rhiannon with his blood and then fell unconscious as well.

When Rhiannon next awoke, it was night and her sanity had returned, for the most part. She sat outside and mulled over what had transpired lately, and Vanity came to talk. Rhiannon explained that, since that night she'd left, Vanity's and Vladmere's voices had been speaking to her, driving her slowly mad.

Vanity offered her forgiveness in order to stop this, which was accepted. The two began a much more stable friendship, and Rhiannon's sanity returned.

However, it was one night many months later that Vladmere proposed to Vanity in the DarkBlood Tavern. Vanity accepted, unaware that Rhiannon was standing outside listening. The voices returned full-force now, and Rhiannon took her things and once more intended to leave, telling the two she would be leaving that night.

Vladmere broke down and began to cry when Rhiannon had disappeared to her room, pleading with her to stay; saying he needed her and nothing was worth it without her.

Knowing this was for the best, Vanity tried to tell Rhiannon to stay, but she refused. As a second thought, she then asked that Rhiannon take Vladmere with her, as Dark Vanity's powers were rising. Again, Rhiannon refused, saying it would serve them all right if she killed them. Vanity left her then, and persuaded Vladmere to try to talk things over with Rhiannon, which he refused as well.

On her way out of the tavern, she encountered Lucian Valmont, a lower rank in the kingdom. He said the kingdom itself apologized for Vlad and Vanity's actions, but Rhiannon was not in the mood. She attacked him and cut his hand, using the blood to write a goodbye letter to Vladmere and Vanity, and then pinned Lucian's hand to the door with a dagger.

Vladmere received word of Rhiannon's note a few days later and left his best men to protect Vanity as he went out to find her. He found her in a realm far away, and another battle ensued. This would be their last, as Rhiannon kept suffering bouts of pleading sanity while her insane side kept its hold, saying it had been brought out by her feeling the passion of Vladmere and Vanity's lovemaking lately.

Taken aback by a desperate plea from Rhiannon's sane side, Vladmere faltered and Rhiannon killed him there, fleeing that realm as well. Her sane side almost completely gone, she has wandered around speaking about her revenge in a blind rage and saying that it will soon be Vanity's time.

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