[QUOTE=Atropa] b And yes, the Prince is an arrogant jerk. Like I said to Swift earlier; if y'all thought Adrien was arrogant... just wait. :D

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Michael::[Human]Application

Name:
Michael Hidenburg

Willingness to be Embraced:
Highly against it.

Occupation:
Pianist

Biography:
11:12:11 P.M. January 1, 1984 became the day that Michael Lemuel Hidenburg entered the world. He appeared healthy and happy. His complexion was pale as an alabaster moon, smooth as the skin of a porcelain doll. A full head of luxurious raven tresses spilled across his crown, and his eyes shone of the sky. Only, his family found themselves in quite a shock. The beautiful baby boy was not a beautiful baby boy. ‘He’ was a beautiful baby girl.
The Hidenburgs found humor in this mishap and kept the name of Michael as her first name, changing only her middle name. With that Michael Lemuel Hidenburg became Michael Lorraine Hidenburg.

As Michael grew, she found herself drawn into the realm of music. This was expected. Every member of the Hidenburg family possessed an unearthly talent for the piano. Michael became no exception to this rule. At the age of eight she began to play for German nobility. She was a must have icon at any prominent ball. In fact her popularity spread so that numerous noblemen from neighboring countries began to request her to play for them. Together, the Hidenburg family moved to France when Michael turned fourteen. It was there that she engrossed herself in competitions that pushed the limits of her skill, and there she met a young man who would become her best friend and rival rolled into one. Gaston Philippi.
The two went head to head numerous times. Not once could Michael defeat Gaston whose precise strokes outmatched her by a mere inch every time. The relationship between the two friends began to strain as Michael grew wearier and wearier of her loss. It seemed nothing could be done to prevent them from spreading their separate ways. That is, until Gaston professed his love to her.

At age nineteen Michael became engaged to Gaston, and together the two moved to England where they lived happily for one perfect year. The date of their marriage was right around the corner when Michael walked in on Gaston and an unnaturally beautiful vixen. Enraged Michael attempted to slaughter the woman with a butcher knife only to find that no matter how many times Michael stabbed the strange woman, she would not die.
Michael’s tussle with the woman pushed on into the earliest hours of the morning until the sun began to blossom over the horizon. In their brawl the drapes had been partially torn from their fixtures so that they hung limply, masking no light from the room. The vixen then did something that Michael never would have dreamed could happen. Screaming and wailing, she began to disintegrate until nothing was left of the beauty but ash.

The police came soon and arrested Michael for the slaying of her fiancé. For around a year they sealed her away in the loony bin for her rants about a vampiric woman sleeping with her husband. One day, though, Michael managed to escape and fled to America. There she kept her mouth shut, fearing that someone might lock her away again. Her nomadic lifestyle led her to L.A., where she sought out any job as a pianist that might be offered while secretly looking for any sign of vampires amongst the normality.
Her dream is to eradicate any vampire she crosses, particularly the Toreador, of which clan she suspects that deadly vixen spawn from.



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Alric- Human, man of eyepatches.

Name:
Alric Kasimir Reinard

Age:
The tender age of 23.

Willingness to be embraced:
A hug? I hardly know you...

Occupation:
Funeral Director. Yep, you heard right. Really it's a very lucrative profession. Although, admittedly, probably not suitable for everyone. There will never be a lack of demand for funeral directors, for obvious reasons, and the scarcity
of funeral professionals makes life hectic for the few available. Myself included. No, it doesn't gross me out to see corpses all day. And no, I am not some morbid lunatic. Although, the eye patch does often give off the air of lunacy...but I assure you, I am entirely sane. Most of the time. And I see nothing unnatural about working with the dead! They deserve a proper funeral, their due respect. Death is, after all, just another stage of life.

Biography:
I hate writing these. Brief biographies...that's an oxymoron if I ever heard one. They're so impersonal; just a series of facts that trail on and on, endlessly listing every detail from the first time you tied your own shoe to the last meal you ate. How can I possibly summarize myself in a pithy paragraph? I cannot. There are too many things about me, too many idiosyncrasies and oddities, too many normalities to name. Should I write that I'm intensely acrophobic? That I love nothing more than the smell of fresh-cut grass? That my stomach churns when I see crumbs covering a counter top, but it is steely in the face of a rotting corpse? That I am an utter anomoly as all individuals in the human race are?

I grew up well; my parents loved me well enough. I had a sister. Older than me, but only by a few years. I use the past-tense because she's not here any longer. Three days after my eighteenth birthday, we were attacked by someone. Something. To this day, the glowing red eyes are burned into my memory, seared across the fissures of my brain. It's raspy breathing, predatory stance. My sister's eyes. I was weak. Horribly, pathetically weak. All it had to do was take one swipe at me and I was unconscious. I can still hear the breeze rustling the autumn leaves in the trees above me, the strange silence that settled over the world. When I awoke, I had lost both the vision in my right eye and my dear sister.

So no. The eye-patch isn't just for effect.

Photograph:

Name: Sarah Chamberlain
Willingness to be Embraced: Willing to be embraced/ghoul for any clan, except Nosferatu
Occupation: Starbucks Barista
Bio: I came from a family of chefs, but I never really was one. My parents were dissapointed that I never went to culinary school, so I could continue on the tradition, but I never really liked the tradition. I left for UCLA (not culinary school) and came back that Christmas, only to find, my parents were in league with Vampires. I didn't believe them. I thought it was a prank, but then they showed me, and turns out my parents were their servants when I was at school. But whatever. I don't talk to them anymore. I would do anything to protect them though. Now i'm back at school, working at a Starbucks while getting my Journalism Major.

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Zillah Application

Application for human:
Name: Zillah
Willingness to be embraced (if so, by what clan) or a ghoul
Not right away but might be persuaded eventually
occupation: Financial Affairs and Business Representative
age: 23
bio: (subject to change)
Zillah ran away from home at thirteen years of age trading one miserable, unwanted abusive life for another. He spent two years selling himself and any substance he could get hold of on the streets until one day he was approached by a young man who saw in him the cunning and drive to prosper. Although he was only fifteen at the time Zillah knew that there was another world out there, just waiting for him to dive head first into like a bath of custard, and seized the opportunity.

At the man’s instruction he began making deliveries, small transactions for which he was profitably rewarded. Through the years he gained more influential and profitable work as he showed himself to be dependable and more importantly willing to do just about anything for the right price. His looks and charm soon drew others to him and he discovered, with the man’s firm guidance, a far more profitable business venture.

Zilliah now runs a team of girls who do most of the dirty work for him. Leaving him to reap the profits and spend his time haunting the streets of LA seeking out new thrills to push his desires to the limits. His position of Business Representative affords him a hefty salary and at twenty-three he relishes the rewards, a pad in the most exclusive district of town, fast cars, deluxe holidays, every dream he had made reality by the unending expanse of money. Which gives him the arrogance to believe that money or charm will acquire him everything he wishes.

He can be cruel, insensitive and violent to anyone who gets in his way. Yet Zilliah has a softer side, the child within him that sometimes fights to the surface, persuades him to give a coin to the beggar, to buy a meal for the hard-up girls. So he is often distortedly respected by the underworld of humans he haunts amongst.

Zilliah can often be found around town where he can be approached for the services of one of his girls. He doesn’t believe in vampires, they’re just some “sick freaks” who get their kicks a different way. Some of his clients like nappies others like to bite, its a wierd world out there. He himself can be bought for a hefty price, although often it is not money he craves but information.

Pic (just while I sort a better one my games platying up again...must stop downloading)...



http://images.quizilla.com/D/discor..._oulszillah.jpg



His name's an obvious tribute to Poppy Z Brite.
Hmm I got Tremere, not sure I like that.... :D

Lydia Jamison - App

Human App.

Name: Lydia Jamison
Willingness to be embraced: Very willing, by any clan.
Occupation: No job, just graduated High School.
Short bio: Lydia is the oldest of 6 children in a poor family, with another on the way. Very few know that one of these is her own. Her father is an abusive drunk, so she will do anything to get away from her family. Her only comfort is her music, and being alone. She is a heavy believer in vampires.

Alright, let's kick this off!

Mina - Princes Penthouse