Oh wow this is awesome. So totally joining. 

Name: Bloodyhowl

Knowledge of transformation: yep

Family or close friend: Friend I guess

Age: lost count but is pretty sure its been 16 years since she was born

I am both werewolf and vampire. I was born a Chiropteran but bitten by a street pack wolf when a child and kicked out by her family. Lived with the street wolves ever since. 

Pack: The White shadows

Appearance: Has deep red hair and pail skin. Emerald green eyes with slitted puiples. Deep red leathery wings. Hates her human form because it reminds her of vampires. And her parents. 

Apperance as wolf: larger and stronger then most, has a deep red pelt with a white muzzle and white around her eyes. All of her paws are white and the back of hef legs are white to her knees. Has golden spots along her spine and the tip of her tail. Has two long canines that stick from her lips and large bat wings that is a much deeper red spotted gold. Her wings are large enough to enable her to fly in wolf form. 

Personallity: has taken a high rank in her pack. Has little sympathy. Demanding and tough. If anyone challenges her they die. (I may develop it more aa the story goes on) 

Opinion on vampires: will kill on sight. If sented will track them down and kill. 

Name: Serene Rex-Schimbantor

Knowledge of family transformation: Yes, is not in that family but knows and is a werewolf

Family or close friend: Clement

Side of family, if any: (Schimbantor: Werewolf, Viteze: Vampire) (If friend, they are adopted into the proper family, earning the surname of name-Schimbantor/Viteze) Schimbantor, but keeps the last name Rex and usually does not associate herself with the family

Age (vampires are immortal, werewolves stay young but aren't): 14

Werewolf or Vampire: Werewolf

Pack or Type (if you're in a pack, make a name for it): Societal Pack. She is in the Night Pack with Clement.

Appearance: Long white hair, sea green eyes, very pale.

Appearance as a bat/wolf: Long white fur, sea green eyes.

Personality: Very smart, entertaining, funny. Witty and dry, loyal to her friends. Loves reading and school.

Opinion on Werewolves/Vampires: Does not wish to be involved.

Relationship(s), if any: (Could we get a good love triangle going?) Likes Clement... but what if Vincent had a crush on HER?

Can I reserve a spot? I think we need more vampires. 

I'll join!

Name: Luxcaeli Schimbantor (nicknames include: Lux, Lili, etc. if you think of better ones, feel free to use them in the RP)

Knowledge of family transformation: Very little.

Family or close friend: Family 

Side of family, if any: (Schimbantor: Werewolf, Viteze: Vampire) (If friend, they are adopted into the proper family, earning the surname of name-Schimbantor/Viteze) Schimbantor

Age (vampires are immortal, werewolves stay young but aren't): 16

Werewolf or Vampire: Werewolf

Pack or Type (if you're in a pack, make a name for it): Not in a pack yet, but she wants to be in Heritage

Appearance: Waist length, silky smooth, silver-blonde hair. Eyes that match the colour of the sky (shift colours throughout the day). Dislikes makeup. Average height. Stronger than she looks to be. At gatherings, she'll wear long flowy dresses, but most of the time just whatever she's comfortable wearing.

Appearance as a bat/wolf: White/ silvery overcoat, black undercoat. Normal sized for a female grey wolf. 

Personality: Friendly, playful, curious, open minded, is skilled at fighting, but prefers not to, if possible, empathetic, intelligent/ clever, somewhat shy until you get to know her, doesn't always think things through before she acts, defiant, protective of those she feel need it, and loves very fiercly.

Opinion on Werewolves/Vampires: Doesn't fully trust Vampires, but she doesn't really dislike them either. 

Relationship(s), if any: (Could we get a good love triangle going?) None yet, but I would love to develop a relationship!

... and ... starting!

~Tati~

For the record, this was not my idea to go to this reunion. Dad couldn't come because he was on a buisness trip. The only consolation I have is that Alycianna will be there. My only friend. I've been tutored for all of my life, meaning that I never went to school and therefore, was never able to make friends.

Mother won't let me use the internet, but I do have a phone. No, not a smart one. A dumbphone. So Aly is still my only friend. Mother is ... overprotective.

And strange. So that brings me back to where I am now. Hiding in the back of the car, just because I'm a little scared of her. I glance at mother.

Her long, perfectly straight blond hair sways against her bare, white arms as she zooms across the road. She is absolutely stunning. Unlike me. She has large, dark eyes, so different from my bright green ones.

She carries herself with a certain poise that no doubt was what attracted my father. And than her style. She could dress in anything, and still look gorgeous. I hate her.

She's my exact opposite. I have wavy red hair, so striking when compared to hers. I look like my father, through, and through. "Almost there." she calls.

And her voice. So sweet, and musical. Like an orchestra. So many sounds, all at once. She could convince you of anything. I can't hate her when she speaks, but when she's done, I do. 

We turn off of the main road onto a filthy dirt road, which surprises me. She never allows her stunning white car to get a speck of dirt on it. It's funny, but cars tend to look like the people who own it. Even thought this one isn't hers, it looks exactly like hers. How she managed to get one exactly like it, I don't know.

And then, up ahead, I catch a glimpse of something. A tower. "What is this place?" I ask. She laughs. "It's the old family homestead." she says.

A black tower? From a castle? Just because we're in Europe doesn't mean thatit's likely that the "family homestead" would be a large fortress. 

After about five more minutes in the car, the castle really comes into view. And it is stunning. Made entirely out of black stones, the towers loom above the trees. A large gate grows closer, the portcullis looking ... unstable.

Mother sighs happily as we park by many other cars. "What's up?" I ask. "Oh, just happy memories." she says fondly, staring p at the tallest tower. My insides chill. If Mother is happy about being here, I'm in trouble.

A tall, haughty looking woman stands at the gate. She has wavy black hair, not unlike my waves. She's wearing a long, black sleeveless dress which fits her so perfectly I almost wonder if she was born with it.

Her dark red lips curve into a smile when she sees my mother. "Alyss! How good to see you," she purrs. "It's been-" she pauses, searching for the right word. "Ages." Mother and her burst out laughing. No-- shrieking. That's the only thing not wonderful about Mother.

Her laugh instills fear and hatred in you. Her real laugh, that is. Her fake one is as every bit deciving as she is. "Ah, 'Tilda, it's been too long."

"It has, it has. Come in! Yes, do come in." I don't like this woman, however she is related to me. "Come, Tati." she commands. "Your cousins are waiting for you."

However culture-shocked I may be right now, I can't wait to see Aly. Following "Tilda", we come to a large, cave-like room. The kids have kind of grouped themselves on opposite sides of the room, most of the kids on one side, but Aly is on the other.

"Aly!" I cry, running to her side. "Tati!" she calls back.Waving to me, she beckons me to her side. There are only eleven more kids on our side of the room asides from us. Tilda gasps, and leaves the room, muttering something about, "Unlucky. Thirteen." 

Sure, there's thirteen of us on this side of the room. But there's more kids than that total. 

Name: Ink

Knowledge of family transformation: None

Family or close friend: Family

Side of family, if any: (Schimbantor: Werewolf, Viteze: Vampire) (If friend, they are adopted into the proper family, earning the surname of name-Schimbantor/Viteze) Viteze??

Age (vampires are immortal, werewolves stay young but aren't): She stopped counting after she turned 100, so let's just say really old.

Werewolf or Vampire: Vampire.

Pack or Type (if you're in a pack, make a name for it): Chiropteran

Appearance: Long, braided black hair, bloodred lips, normally wears a long black cape with a ruby clasp, emerald green eyes, knee length dark grey cobweb-patterned dress, black ankle boots.

Appearance as a bat/wolf: TBD

Personality: Defensive, extrovert, creative, funny, sometimes aggressive when threatened.

Opinion on Werewolves/Vampires: Completely against her parents' views on werewolves, both Ink and her younger sister Fortress blieve that werewolves have done nothing to them, so they should do nothing to the werewolves. Ink is considering befriending some werewolves to show her parents her opinions.

Relationship(s), if any: (Could we get a good love triangle going?) Let's see!

Shoot, I really didn't read the description very well, now did I?

Um, let's say all that stuff happens after initiation. She's sixteen. Her opinion is tat she wishes they were real, it would make her life so much more interesting. She normally wears cobweb-patterned tights and a black shortsleeved dress that ends midthigh. She's tall. She will be a vampire. She still has black hair and emerald green eyes, and likes to wear black makeup to make them really stand out. She has a lot of friends, she's popular, and she still wears black ankleboots. Sorry about my mixup! 

Oh sorry. Is it okay that I sleep all day with the other pack and turn into wolf at night? Is it okay that I don't have a human life really at all because my parents kicked me out and I'm sorrt of like an orphan. If not then how about someone from the street pack took me in and my human name it Eclipse.

I am going to change Alycianna's appearance. Now she doesn't look like Samantha anymore. She has honey brown hair that is slightly wavy and loose, hazelish eyes that lean more on the greenish side, and slight freckles over her nose. Pretty, has a quirky smile. Quirky personality, too. 

~Alycianna

Father doesn't remember to do many things, but he didn't forget about the family reunion, thank goodness. It's my first trip outside of the property, and I wouldn't want Father to forget. There was another one when I was a baby, but Father forgot about that one, so I made extra sure he would remember. Plus, relatives called in a lot to remind him, knowing how absentminded he sometimes could be. 

I told him it started half an hour earlier than it really did, because he would have been late otherwise. So we were first, and it was definitely nice being first! I was kind of nervous, too, but at least Tati would be there. She's the only friend I have, and I don't see her that much, but she sometimes visits me, accompanied by her mother, my aunt, at all times. I think I'm named after her. Alycianna and Alyss. 

When I arrive, a tall, haughty looking woman greets me, introducing herself as, "Aunt Matilda, although I'm not your actual aunt." She leads me to this room with no one in it, and tells me to stand by the left wall, and not to wander to the right, no matter what. I don't know why, but I just do so anyways. 

After a while, some others arrive, and I wait impatiently for Tati to come. More people are directed to the other side of the room, and finally Tati comes. I wave to her, "Tati!" And she waves back, walking over toward me.

As Aunt Matilda walks out, I hear her mutter something about thirteen, unlucky. I'm not superstitious like some people, but I've always liked the number thirteen. It's my favorite number, and I'm not sure why it's unlucky. 

As a few more people drift in, Aunt Matilda comes back in, and with her head high as ever, begins to talk, "As you know, this is the Viteze and Schimbantor family reunion. And children, for those of you who are ignorant of your heritage, you are a family of vampires and werewolves, as humans would call us. Left, Viteze, vampire. Right, Schimbantor, werewolf." 

Her words are greeted by an utter silence.

Now, a bit of info. True Vampires of the Viteze family have been growing extinct very quickly over the past 300 years. Now there are only thirteen who are decendants of the true vampires. Purebred, they are called mockingly by the Werewolves.

Even if a Viteze Vampire has married a mortal does not mean that the child's blood has been tainted. Only if two Vampires of different families does the blood become tainted. Tati's mother married a mortal (although she is roughly 200 years old, this is the first time she has married), making Tati a Purebred.

Here's what I want to happen next:

Once everyone has arrived, they will sit down to a large banquet, and after dinner is done- the ritual of initiation will begin. Each initiate, one at a time, will go into the room in the tallest tower, where a large, glowing orb sits on a round table in the exact center of the room, where the moon falls onto the orb through a window. I will reveal the rest in time.

Now, why are the Schimbantors and the Vitezes both going to the same reunion?

Long ago, there were two sibilings. Bantor and Viteze. They ventured into dark places where no mortal should ever set foot, and consorted with demons of the worst sort. Eventually, they were tested. And given strange powers.

Vitze was cunning and used her wits to complete the test. She was rewarded with everlasting beauty and life, as well as a few other abilities. Bantor was a strong and courageous man, and gained the ability to turn into a wolf at will.

Soon they fought, claiming that each had the better powers. They left both prides wounded, tails between their legs. Viteze discovered how to embue her children and husband with her powers, as did Bantor. But the feud grew. It grew larger and larger, over 900 years. Then it died down again. They seemed to have finally grown at peace after the course of WWII.

Rules have grown. Names have changed from Schismbantor to Schimbantor. But they always had the reunions and rituals. And now- a new generation has arisen to take up the banners.