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WHO'S WHO Character bio section
This area is home to all the approved bios for
Anita Blake RPG
Here members can read up on who's who and get character descriptions of player characters as well as learn interesting tidbits about their personalities.
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MEMBER NAME: Lady Jallyn
WHICH THREAD THE CHARACTER IS FOR : Anita Blake RP
CHARACTER NAME: Suki Neubasato
RACE: human
AGE:25+5
SEX:female
HAIR:black
EYES:brown
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:slender build 5"2 weight 118lbs Japanese
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATTOOS: dragon on her lower back
CHARACTER HISTORY: (WHY THEY ARE THE WAY THEY ARE) She went through school to become a cop to make her parents proud. Her father had been an officer before he died on duty during a dispute that went wrong. He was killed by a drunk (wererat). She hopes to make a difference out in the world and to live up to her fathers good name as a cop. She has just graduated out of cop college with a degree in preternatural biology and forensics.
PERSONALITY: hard working but kind. She tries to do her job to the best of her abilities. Friendly when off duty she hasn't yet developed that hard cop exterior since she just got on the force.
Update: 5 yrs in Suki has started to lose that shiny cop patina. Being forced to be the face and captain for the Preternatural unit has put stress and pressure on her to preform and be a role model to her unit. She is still kind and compassionate wanting to make seattle a safe place for preternaturals as well as humans. She is more guarded and careful around vampires as they like to play games but has developed a professional relationship with vampire Liaison Klaus Adler. Suki is more warmer with lycanthropes than the vampire counterparts.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She's good with a gun and is well versed in Jujitsu
WEAPONS OF CHOICE:Gun or martial arts but she can use a katana
LOVE/LIKES: Her family, rollerblading,Kendo, hiking, swimming, spiritualism, Jogs
HATES/DISLIKES: liar, cheats, thieves, killers, basically bad guys, Rats and Bats, dislike for were rats (but she is working on this since she is now the captain of the preternatural unit)
FEARS/PHOBIAS: Disgracing her family name. Not being as good as a cop as her father was and letting her mother ( Hana) and her brother (Razan) down .
DREAMS/IDEALS: To become one of the best cops on the force and make her family proud of her.
ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT THE MODERATOR SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: Suki is religious (shes Catholic) and attends church weekly to bi-weekly. She has a firm faith.
Suki has a talent/curse that has not been totally developed but it seems natural in her family. She is partially sensitive to physic things. Mainly able to pick up a feel for a place by being sensitive to the emotional residue and imprints a place can absorb. The emotions and general mood of an area can vary in intensity sometimes more, depending on how long the event happened. Although Suki has just started to experience nightmares due to the horrific scenes she is seeing on her job. It is sure to affect her sleeping patterns.
Since being on the force she has discovered that touching the bodies of the dead is a less than pleasant thing. She has on occasion at murder scenes touched corpses and relieved their deaths. The events are quite traumatic and stressful on her in both the emotional and physical sense. She has started training in her down time alongside an animator who has more than enough reason to believe that Suki has the talent to be an animator herself.
Five years later she has become an animator on the side to help with bills but she only raises peoples pets. Not wanting to raise people due to her religious beliefs.
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MEMBER NAME: Cheshire
WHICH THREAD THE CHARACTER IS FOR : AnitaVerse
CHARACTER NAME: Solange
RACE: Vampire
AGE: In her fourth century
SEX: Female
HAIR: White Blond, curly, shoulder length
EYES: Blue like the summer sky
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5'8" built along slim lines. Like most vampires, she was choosen for her physical appearance and so is quite beautiful. Her skin is pale and flawless. She has very nordic features, blue eyes and pale lashes. Her lips are white unless filled with blood or covered with artful lipstick. She was turned when she was 16, and so will ever appear that way, pale as death for all eternity. She prefers dark colors for her clothing, especially if it enhances her appearance.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: Angel wings on her upper back and arms.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Solange was born in France with the name Marie. She was not anyone of particular importance, nor were her parents. Her father was a shoemaker, a craftsman in Paris, her mother worked in their home, sewing, baking and cleaning. When she was 12 she became a maid in the home of an aristocrat. He was a secluded person, who did not go out much, but she did not question it, happy to have a good position.
When she was 14 she accidently came to a room in the house that she was not supposed to and found herself in a scene of horror. A devout Catholic she quickly began to pray, eyes still wide as she stared at the blood before her. The master of the house, Michel, held a body in his hand and there was blood running down his chin. She screamed and turned to flee, but he was too fast for her, closing the door.
"What is her name?" He had asked, taking her chin and lifting her face to look at him. She shuddered at the feeling of blood on her skin. His eyes, liquid honey brown, caught her and she quieted. Henri, the cheif of all those who worked in the house, smirked. She had seen the Master before, but never had he seen her.
"Her name is Marie," he said. "She is from a poor family but I thought she had been raised better than this."
Michel shook his head, "Nonesense, she is our own little sun angel," and he touched her hair, "her hair is like the light of God, lovely but not dangerous."
From that point on she was not allowed to visit her parents. She had been rolled by him and soon adapted to life as Michel's pet. He renamed her Solange, or Sun Angel, and dressed her as his own little princess. She slept in his bed, even as he retreated to his coffin, and watched when he tortured those who had displeased him. But he never touched her, keeping her like some doll. She came to understand that Michel liked men, that Henri was his human servant and that often they would go off alone to pleasure each other.
While Michel would never touch her, there were others. Her master did his best to protect her, he held her merely with the touch of his mind, for even in feeding he did not approach a female. He did have guests. When she was 16, Anatole, took her against her will, blood and sex. She fled from him screaming, bearing the injuries of a cruel lover.
When Michel found her he knew that he would have to turn her or let her die. He asked her first, and Solange, so scared by the thought of death agreed, barely hampered by the trust she had kept in god, even after so long in this house. So at last Michel shared his blood, and in three days she rose as a vampire. He took care of her for a week and then left to hunt Anatole, who had fled from Michel's displeasure. When he returned her he assured her that Anatole was dead.
This was her introduction to the vampire world. She did not find any abhorance in being a vampire, though she had feared she might. She instead found it exhilarating and wonderful. Still, she was disgusted with the Church for not saving her. There were hardships, especially when she was called to live at court. There had been signs that she would eventually become a Master Vampire and before that time Konstantine would establish his hold over her. So she lived under him, learning far more thans he had under Michel. Michel, though firm with his people, was nothing like those at court.
While there she learned to be cruel, as well as to accept her punishment. She became a favourite of Konstantine, sharing his bed for 20 years before he tired of her. Still, she remained at court, learning and growing. About 100 years ago she left court to serve in low level positions in European cities. She would never rise at court, and soon discovered the same was true in Europe.
With the new law that Vampires are citizens in America, Solange has decided to move. She is a Master Vampire, with the power to inspire fear in others and feed off that fear like a cat supping on cream. She is beautiful and strong and ever curious. It is sait that America is lawless, and that it is free. She is curious to see what that will be like.
PERSONALITY: Solange had the benefit of being turned by a benevolent master. Michel never abused her, so perhaps she was softer than others at first. But she was scarred by the reason for her turning, and so does not allow anyone to touch her without her permission-- at least not since she has become a Master. She is calculating and cool, ruthless and determined. She propogates fear and enjoys the feel of it, as ones who are afraid are so very entertaining. She believes right to be what she wants, or what aquesition of power calls for. Disobedience is met with punishment and those who would resist her with pain. She hurts because she has been hurt, because she is corrupt and evil.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Inspires fear, can feed off fear, can cause injuries with her power, can roll the minds of the weak, animal to call were-leopards -- general vampire powers.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Teeth, knives, fingernails.
LOVE/LIKES: Pain and fear, sex, the sound of screams, the shadowed darkness.
HATES/DISLIKES: Holy men, people who would claim to be worthy to judge her, vampire hunters,
FEARS/PHOBIAS: Rape, sunlight, crosses (she believes she has failed the Church even as it failed her)
DREAMS/IDEALS: To become Master of the City, to find a place in the world, to be forgiven for her sins . . . right.
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MEMBER NAME: ShaunaEleal
CHARACTER NAME: Jewels (real name Gemma Sanderson)
RACE: Vampire
AGE: 39 - 17 years as a Vampire
SEX: Female
HAIR: White, long
EYES: Blue
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5' 9" 100lbs slim build, olive skin
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: Tattoo of panther on right shoulder. Extensive holy water burn down right arm.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Gemma was turned, or as she likes to call it liberated when she was 22. She took a shortcut home from work one night, through a part of town that people didn't usually venture into alone, not without some kind of weapon anyway, and was attacked. Her attacker dragged her down an alley and into a disused warehouse. Her last thought before she blacked out was "God, no-one will ever find my body here." When she regained consciousness, she couldn't believe that she was still alive and fully clothed. She didn't appear to have any injuries except a sore spot on her neck. She looked around the candle lit room. She seemed to be in some kind of an office. She pushed herself to her feet, and stood swaying. Across the other side of the litter strewn room a figure unattached himself from the darkness in the corner of the room. "Welcome back, little one. I'm Paul," he told her as he lightly stepped closer towards her, smiling. He kept her locked in that room for three nights. Each night they would talk, him telling her what her future was going to be. She didn't believe him at first not until he smiled wildly, revealing the teeth that were usually hidden. Each night just before sun up, he would bite her, and she would hear him mutter about no longer being alone, as she passed out.
The final night when she regained consciousness, he was there again, an unconscious woman in his arms, "A little gift for you, little one," he told her. The following night he was gone, killed in a dispute with the Master of the City. Gemma stayed alone for 10 years, moving from town to town, never staying in one place for longer than a few weeks, before moving on. Then she was taken in by a Master Vampire but the Master of the City of Santa Barbara lost his territory to another Master. The new Master of the City caught her before she could escape and when she refused to follow him he shut her in her own coffin for 6 months. When he released her, he kept her with him, constantly, never allowing her any freedom. Gemma became docile, biding her time, waiting for that moment when he relaxed his attitude towards her. The moment that happened she escaped and ran. The Master, Czcibor sent his most trusted friend Dalibor after her. He caught up with her a year later, torturing her with holy water. She was able to escape. She arrived in Seattle 2 weeks later.
She was hiding out in an abandoned warehouse and has just been picked up by Waylon and Solange and taken to see The Master of the City so that she can introduce herself and explain her reasons for being in Seattle.
The final night when she regained consciousness, he was there again, an unconscious woman in his arms, "A little gift for you, little one," he told her. The following night he was gone, killed in a dispute with the Master of the City. Gemma stayed alone for 10 years, moving from town to town, never staying in one place for longer than a few weeks, before moving on. Then she was taken in by a Master Vampire but the Master of the City of Santa Barbara lost his territory to another Master. The new Master of the City caught her before she could escape and when she refused to follow him he shut her in her own coffin for 6 months. When he released her, he kept her with him, constantly, never allowing her any freedom. Gemma became docile, biding her time, waiting for that moment when he relaxed his attitude towards her. The moment that happened she escaped and ran. The Master, Czcibor sent his most trusted friend Dalibor after her. He caught up with her a year later, torturing her with holy water. She was able to escape. She arrived in Seattle 2 weeks later.
She was hiding out in an abandoned warehouse and has just been picked up by Waylon and Solange and taken to see The Master of the City so that she can introduce herself and explain her reasons for being in Seattle.
PERSONALITY: Gemma doesn't make friends easily but once she does she will do anything for them
SPECIAL ABILITIES: The belief that she is invincible gives her physical as well as mental strength above what being a vampire brings
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Although she doesn't use them often she has become profficient with knives and always hits her target
LOVE/LIKES: Being a vampire
HATES/DISLIKES: Humans and child vampires (she thinks them un-natural)
FEARS/PHOBIAS: She would once have said nothing but has developed a fear of enclosed spaces and Czcibor (see character history)
DREAMS/IDEALS: Seeing the destruction of her former master
ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS
SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES:
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MEMBER NAME: Lady_Cynara
CHARACTER NAME: Cynara Thorsen
RACE: Lycanthrope, Were-Leopard
AGE: 22
SEX: Female
HAIR: Changes bi-monthly. She hasnt had it its original colour in so long, she cant really remember what colour it is, at least, thats what she says. At the moment her hair is long and brown.
EYES: Bright blue, up close they look like cracked ice.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5'10" nice hourglass figure. slim but not sickly skinny.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: Pierced belly button.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Cynara is an only child. She was born in Airdre Alberta Canada, a small town on the outside of Calgary. Her parents both have full-time jobs and make a good amount of money, so Cynara has always had whatever she wanted. A month ago, Cynara left home to get out on her own and see the world. She came to Seattle first, because a friend had visited there and she had been told good things about the city. When she arrived she realized that the Lycanthrope population was much larger than back home, so she decided to get Immunized, but alas, became infected from the shot. Her first ever change was during the last full moon.
PERSONALITY: She may seem shy if you meet her by herself, and untill she gets to know you, but if shes with friends, shes very outgoing, even to strangers. She knows that shes good looking, and she likes to show off.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Shape-shifting
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: A small but sharp knife, given to her by her best guy friend. She carries it with her at all times, either on a belt, strapped to her ankle, or her forearm.
LOVE/LIKES: Chicken, fresh air, the outside/wilderness
HATES/DISLIKES: Strangers
FEARS/PHOBIAS: Needles, being alone.
DREAMS/IDEALS: She's a hopeless romantic, so she hopes that one day, she'll have a husband, or mate, and have children.
ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: She doesnt really know anything about Lycanthropes, except that she wasnt supposed to accociate with them, because she could become one. She knows nothing about Pards, or anything like that
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member name:Keily
Thread: Anitaverse
Char name: Tana Selmoan (name has been legally changed from Katana)
race: pard (were leopard)
age: 16
sex: female
hair: dark brown almost black
eyes: Amber
Pysical Description:
Distinguishing marks: a bell collar she wears around her neck in either form
Bio: Katana was always known as a street rat. But it was ironic how very wrong everyone could be. Katana's father left after banging up her mom and her mom died during birth. She grew up in foster home after foster home until she decided to runaway at age 12. From there she has been living in the alleys and in churchs on cold rainy nights along with eatting in soup kitchens. She is well developed for her age which grabs some attention she definitly doesn't want so she usually stays hidden. At age 14 a preist at the church she stayed at took her down to a clinic to get a few shots done. He was saving her didn't you know... but only turning her into a freak. The shot was bad and inffected her. Unknowing what was happening the night of the full moon after her body tormented in pain twisted and sprouted new body parts pointy ears and a long spotted tail. From then on she made her way over to the other part of the city away from the church scared of it. She hides in the alley's unsure when she will change or what can trigger it. She is lost and it seems that no one will ever find her and understand.
personality: frightened, always feeling as though she is in a corner and when that happens she gets more violent then anything. When comfertable around someone she is perky and engergetic.
Specail Abilites: better agility then most... and can change between human, human/pard and pure pard.
weapon of choice: usually running but if needed teeth and claws if her body sees fit to change
loves/likes: having lived a poor life a warm meal to her is a luxury
Hates/dislikes: people she's been betrayed to many times
Fears: Churches and people of the church. along with most men
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MEMBER NAME: Nereus
WHICH THREAD THE CHARACTER IS FOR : Anitaverse
CHARACTER NAME: Maya Greye
RACE: Human lycanthrope (wolf)
AGE: 24
SEX: Female
HAIR: Black, shoulder-length, and straight.
EYES: Dark brown
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Maya has a dark complexion to go along with her dark features. She is around 5'9ft tall and 152lbs. Her body is well toned and muscular.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: Tattoo of a large, tribal snake travelling the entire length of her spine and a howling wolf tattoo on the side of her left calf just above a thick scar from a dog attack when she was a child.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Maya is a native american, born and raised on a reserve in Canada, BC. Maya contracted the disease of lycanthropy through a corrupt doctor who thought no one would care about the little (13 year old) native kid that came into his office one day after being attacked by a stray dog. Lycanthropy had always intrigued him but he never had the guts to actually give himself the disease and found the perfect victim in Maya. Eleven years later Maya found herself as Geri in the Ran Otter Clan. After beating the old Geri, of course. Her Ulfric and his Freki, as well as the rest of the pack are pleased but Maya is not so sure she's ready for the responsability. She decided to leave for a time and take a little vacation away from the pack to (where ever the game takes place, unless you want the Ran Otter to be the local pack. It's something I made up for another game... Either way, it doesn't matter to me).
PERSONAILITY: Maya had a hard life and it has left her angry and slightly detached. Although, her pack has offered her much and things are looking up. She is very loyal and protective. She can also be extremely vengeful and stubborn.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: The ability to turn into a wolf..... Of course, not always when she wants to. Superior strength and speed. Regenerative abilities.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: None. She's not big on guns but knows how to use one when she has to. Considers guns to be a sign of weakness among the supernatural.
LOVE/LIKES: The forest, the outdoors., the hunt. For a time she lived at the Ran Otter Clan's lupanar as a guardian.
HATES/DISLIKES: Has a strong dislike for her pack's vargamor (Dena Pelous). She considers the blond witch to be a soft liability to the pack and really doesn't see why the vargamor can't be Lukoi. Maya once suffered at the hands of a old vampire who wanted a werewolf pet. He suffered in the end but the encounter left her with a dislike a vampires in general.
FEARS/PHOBIAS: Believes she fears nothing.
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MEMBER NAME: Pestilence
WHICH THREAD THE CHARACTER IS FOR : Anitaverse
CHARACTER NAME: Jonah Ravenos
RACE: Lycanthrope (Fox)
AGE: 25
SEX: male
HAIR: fire red
EYES: emerld green
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: He is short for a guy, 5'9' He is not masculent but do not underestamate him. He is quick agile and surprisingly strong for his size and his kind. He is also very beautiful and crismatic. His eyes apear to be full and aluring. He has even been known to intice men. Even strat men. His skin is flawless.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: None
CHARACTER HISTORY: He grew up in a small town with his closest friends me'shell and lucky. Lucky was considered the runt and Me'shell was the outcast. Jonah was there strange one of what the call there clan. One day a group of men bagan to hunt them down. Jonah Me'shell and Lucky ran off in one dirrection. They became seperate from there group. One of the men came and found them. He shot Lucky as they tried to run. Me'shell went after the man.
Jonah was told to stay with Lucky. Jonah held Lucky not knowing what to do sence Lucky was not healing like usual. Realizing it was a silver bullet Lucky was shot with, Jonah began to wrap the wounds. He did not realize however that he was shot so much. To top it all off Lucky was already gone. When that set in Jonah broke down and began to rock Lucky. It was then he heard more gun shots and then silence. Both Me'shell and Lucky were gone.
Jonah became bitter and cold. As hegrew older he began to travel from place to place. He never staid very long and he never allowed anyone to get to close to him either. He felt it is best that way.
LIKES: Beauty nature art music
DISLIKES:Closed minded people panicing fools stupidity even his own if he had a moment like that he would ignore it most likely would not admit it. He hates sencless killing
PHOBIAS: His past
IDEALS: to one day rid the world of closed minded stupid ignorent fools who chose not to learn and grow instead of remaining ignorent. You see eveyone is ignorent about something it is wether or not you let this ignorence guide you. Do not go into something being ignorent. Learn about it first. A jock does not go into a game being ignorent about the game. If he does he is a fool. A good warrior will not go into a fight realying only on what he knows expect the unexpected and do not be a fool. "I will rid myself of these fools. "
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Member name--Belladonna�
Wich Thread--Anitaverse
Character--Maurice LaBlonc
Race--Vampire
Age--75 but looks 22
Sex--Male
Hair--White--straight--length mid back--keeps tied with a black ribbon
Eyes--Sky Blue
Physical Discription--6'2"--slim but muscular--takes great care in his appearence--always dresses in suits and his full length leather coat
Marks etc--None--flawless complexion--skin like white bone china
Charater Hystory--He was born into privlege and lived a somewhat sheltered life. As a child he was sickly, being a hemophiliac he was always in fear of bleeding to death. His father resented him for that weakness, this flaw that tainted Maurice in his eyes.
His mother adored him ans kept him out of his fathers way as much as possable. He was an only child, His father didn't want to repeat the mistake. Maurice grew to hate his father and had no respect for the way he treated his mother like dirt she was
dirt under his feet.
Maurice was a quick learner and played the piano
exquisitly, he also had a great love for horses and was an excelent rider.He didn't go to town much,
but he did love to ride at night. He was an average looking young man, but his eyes were beautiful.
He was riding one night and ended up at one of his fathers lakes(Maurices favorite) he came here often.
As he dismounted he noticed a man standing at the treeline, the man was like no other he had ever seen before. His eyes caught the moonlight and glowed, he looked dangerous. It seamed odd the someone would be out here let alone at night. Before Maurice could say any thing the creature was behind him, holding him tight with one arm around his neck. Maurice had not seen him move yet here he was, he was strong andMaurice couls not struggle. Suddenly he spoke into Maurices ear i've been watching you the creature hissed. His breath smelled like death and his voice was like the crackling of leaves. What do you want Maurice asked. The creature replyed YOU and
bit Maurice on the neck. Maurice panicked he feared bleeding to death and this creature pierced his juggler
He could feel his body quiver and hear his heartbeat roaring in his head. And then a quiet calm came over him he was going to be drained he just knew it. He felt himself being lowered to the ground. then the creature said you are becomming. Maurice asked who are you and the creature answered Meska and was gone.Maurice got himself up his horse was gone so he walked to the plantation. He could feel the bitemarks and woundered why he wasn't bleeding. He went up to his room locked the door and closed the heavy drapes and fell into bed he slept a deep fitfull sleep.
The next morning his mother came to his room to wake him but he did not answer, this did not seam strange to her Because he often locked himself up in his room for days at a time, only ventuering out late at night to raid the fridg.
Anna Marie wanted her husband dead, she hated him from the day her son was born he had not entered her bedroom.He blamed her for her sons condition. Anna was only seventeen when her father told her she was to marry Samual LaBlonc. He was fourty and they had nothing incommon and she did not love him.
Her father was of old ways so she did what she was told. Samual was ritch he made his money in tobacco,he smoked cigars and drank whisky he was mean to her when drunk. But he spent a lot of time abroad, there were other women but Anna didn't care. She had Maurice and he was special.
He was small at birth weighing only four pounds, he had white fuzz for hair and the palest blue eyes she had ever seen,when he looked up at her she was smitten.His father had looked at him in disgust and called him a mouse. She would protect him at all costs. He belonged to her.
That night he awoke to Meska sitting on his bed. Goodeve my young one come here to me he whispered. Maurice was repelled and excited by this
request. He drew close to Meska the old vampire reached over and brushed the hair from Maurices face and bit him again. Maurice hated and loved this
creature,when Meska finished they lay together as he told Maurice the way of the vampire. When will i see you again asked Maurice tonight answered Meska and left.
Maurice slept and his dreams were strange. When he awoke he showered and dressed he was starving. He ate a steak very rare and felt restless so he decided to take a walk in the rose garden. He was suprised to see Meska sitting on the bench. The night was warm
and the moon was full. Join me Miska whispered softly. Maurice sat down. Meska asked if Maurice would like to never be sick or weak again and if he would like to live forever. Maurice thought this over, could he trust him?
Maurice loved this man so the thought of being with him forever apealed to him so he answered yes. Meska pulled him close Maurice said i am yours with this Meska bit him for the third time. This time was diffrent Maurice could feel his heart want to burst
and then Meska offered his wrist to Maurice and
the blood flowed into Maurices mouth at first he gagged but then he wanted it. He greedly sucked. He
felt as one with Meska. Enough Miska sternly said
and pulled his wrist away. And again in an instant Meska was gone, this angered Maurice but he felt tired so he returned to his room to rest
Everything in his life would change that night when
he awoke. That night his old self was dead, that night he would kill his father. And he would be the powerful one from now on. He enjoyed the look of horror on his fathers face as he bled him dry. His mother would be safe from his fathers wrath. He would long for Meska and searched and hid from the hunters, he would get little bits of information now and then from others like him.
He had heard of a place he might find the information he needed so again he would instruct the limo driver and sit back in his darkly tinted car and enjoy the trip.
Personality--Brooding--arguementive--deep--resentful-loyal only to himself and his mother.
Weapons--His own strength-- psychic abilities--
able to sugest thoughts in mortals--and stelth speed
movement.
Loves--Music--art--money--books--the finer things in life--his mother--and Meska
Hates--Weakness in others(something he got from his father) and ignorence
Fears--Still has a fear of bleeding out--and that he will never find Meska his love
Dreams--He lives them caters to his every whim--finding Meska
Anything else-- He will stop at nothing to find the Vampire who made him he feels betrayed by him.
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Member Name: Pearl
Thread: Anitaverse
Character Name: Lisette Cordova
Race: Human
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Hair: black in straight planes around her face to mid-back
Eyes: warm hazel
Everything was rosy for me in the beginning. I was a party girl and the sort that was willing to try everything and anything. I even tried animating and found I had a knack for it. Sex and drugs were great but I was always willing to try something more. Don�t get me wrong, I was still a good girl but wholly dedicated to the nightlife and its risks. It was this carefree attitude that shot my world to hell.
My roommate, Chassidy convinced me to have a go at the freak scene and I was an immediate success thanks to my youth and doll-like delicacy. It was nice at first. Everyone treated me like a delicate piece of porcelain and made me feel so needed. However, things seemed to be getting darker with very party and after a long, humiliating night at the hands of Chassidy and her unknown vampire lover, I left it all. Or so I thought.
Underneath my very nose, Chassidy seduced my sister and brought her into what I had fled. Unfortunately, young Gabriella had more of a taste for the life than me and within a few months she had become Chassidy�s plaything and currency. Then, like me she was overwhelmed, but Gabriella didn�t come back. She became a broken toy and when Chassidy was given the bite that granted her eternal life, she stayed to be her pet.
Everything fell apart for me then. Mom and dad blamed me for my sister�s fall from grace and moved to sunny Florida, disowning me in a snap. My darling little sister succumbed to the life I had feared I would fall into. The only bright spot in it was that I was finally awoken from my reverie and found my mission in life. I finished college with a degree in journalism and a minor in the preternatural. Then I moved on to try my hand at a different side of the nightlife.
I do some amateur animating with a fledgling company with a decent amount of success and sell news to the paper to pay the bills but night hunts are what sustain me. Every once in a while I get to lend my skills to a vampire hunt and it is exhilirating. Maybe one day I�ll find some way to bring my sister back and destroy my once friend. Hard as it is to say, if Gabriella is too far-gone to save then I will kill her. Just like that. I�d rather have her dead than some asshole�s submissive.
I own two 9mm handguns, including a Jennings and a Beretta mini-Cougar. All the silver I can afford is in my weapons, including my knives. They have special sheaths that can be hidden just about anywhere on me. Useful things, since they�ll escape notice most of the time. I�ve even got some mace-like tubes of holy water and silver nitrate. Not particularly handy but helpful in a pinch.
I have found the power of astral projection. It really isn�t as useful as it should be. Though I can project myself just about anywhere I want I leave my body defenseless and if either my soul or body is harmed I�m just as well screwed. I even discovered that some of the family on my mom�s side is willing to help me. They�re Native American, which was something I didn�t know before. They�re not afraid of the church like the rest of the staunchly catholic family. I may even learn something.
I can�t say I hate the undead or other supernatural beings�I�m just not as fond of them as I could be. I hate Chassidy though. She wronged me and for that she will pay.
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Member Name: spazerkat
Thread: Anita Blake
Character Name: Shale Menderhar
Race: Alaskan Werewolf
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Hair: Dark Brown with Auburn highlights
Eyes: Deep, Sea Green
Physical Description: Shale stands 6 feet 2 inches tall barefooted in human form. Deeply tanned, her body is muscular, not in the body builder sense, but in the natural athletic or gymnast sense. She moves with an easy grace and calm manner that belies the beast that sits within. She smiles freely and easily, showing her perfect white, teeth only to meet a challenge. Shale usually dresses in a loose fitting pair of jeans, long sleeve shirt and wears a gold locket. In full wolf form, she is nearly twice the size of the largest male Alaskan wolf. Her fur is a soft, rich black streaked with brown and rust during the spring and summer months. In the fall and winter, when it begins to turn cold and the snow starts to fall, her fur turns a lush yellow, white to help her blend in
Distinctive Marks / Scars / Tattoos: Scar on her back going from the top of her left shoulder to the base of her right hip, delivered by a silver sword and received when her pack was hunted down and destroyed (see history)
History: Shale was born in Seward Alaska where her father was stationed at the local U.S. Navy base and her mother was crew chief on one of the oil rigs. Her parents finally were able to get the same day off so they got together with some friends who had a daughter only a couple of months younger than herself, and they all headed out to a popular camping site to celebrate Shale�s eighth birthday. They were all having a wonderful time. The two girls were down by the lake, tossing stones into the water, the mothers were preparing the food, talking and relaxing and the fathers were trying to fish while keeping an eye on their precocious little ones.
Lunch was finally ready and it took the fathers picking up them up to get the girls back to the table to eat. After eating, Shale and her friend were put down for a quick nap as the grown ups cleaned up and talked some more. When it was time to go, Shale�s mother carried her and played airplane with her on the trail back towards the car. Suddenly there was a loud snarl from the trees off to their left. As her mother turned too looked, a flash of fur streaked out of the brush and shadows and launched itself at them
Hitting her mother square in the chest with its front paws; Shale was torn from her grasp in one fell swipe of the great jaws. She screamed as blood poured from her ripped open legs. Her mother lay stunned on the ground, and then the beast was upon her. With two swift strokes she was ripped open from throat to navel. Shale�s father turned when he heard her screams and saw the great beast attack his wife. Pulling the service pistol that all base personal were required to carry just in case something like this happened, he fired three quick shots at the monster
It fled back into the woods from whence it had come just moments ago. Not knowing if his shots had hit it or not, and at that moment not caring, he gingerly picked up Shale while the other two adults carried his wife. Moving as quickly as they could without causing them anymore pain, they made their way back to the car. Quickly they drove to the base hospital. The closest one equipped to handle a situation such as this. Shale�s mother never made is out of surgery. But she was young and strong, in good health. The best thing she had going for her, the doctors said, was that no major damage was done to the legs
Now it would only be a matter of whether she was infected or not. It would be hard enough growing up without a mother, but if she was infected too. Her father didn�t know what he would do. Two days later the doctors called him while he was on duty. The test was positive; his beautiful, vibrant little angel was infected. A week later she was home, running around with as much energy as she had had before the attack. It was if nothing had changed. But they both knew nothing was the same, and it wasn�t just the loss of Shale�s mother that made it that way
She knew she was different, but didn�t know how and her father didn�t know how to explain it to her. It was almost a full month before the next full moon, so he would have time to find a way. Or so he thought. On the way home from work one afternoon, he was sideswiped by a drunk driver. When Shale was brought to see him in the hospital he spoke urgently but quietly to her. He told her that when she got home she needed to put on as many warm clothes as she could, put on her hiking boots and pack the rest of her clothes in the duffle bag she used for sleepovers. He told her were to find the compass and briefly explained how to use it
He gave her the key to the lock box that contained her mothers gold locket, a sizable amount of cash, savings and bearer bonds and two full boxes of 9mm silver jacketed ammo (50 rounds per box). While everyone else in the room was talking to his doctors, he was able to slip his pistol into his coat pocket and have Shale shrug into it. Hugging the jacket close to herself, she could smell the faint trace of her father�s aftershave. Just before the others turned back to them, her father told her that she had to head deep into the woods. To use the compass she would find in the house and head north, to find others of her kind
Shale didn�t understand what he meant by that and wanted to ask, but didn�t have the chance. Everyone else returned to stand around the bed at that point. She kissed her father and with tears running down her face, ran from the hospital room. With eyes almost too blurred by tears to see, she ran home and slammed the door. Almost without thinking, she moved quickly to her bedroom and found her duffle bag. Opening up drawers and her closet, she found the warmest clothes she had and remembering what her father had said, put on several layers. The rest of her warm clothes she stuffed into the duffle, there was room for her to put in her tennis shoes as well, so those went in to. Socks, under ware, hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, toilet paper, two books (her favorites), hair ties, there was room for all of it. A small pillow and wool blanket also went in and her best teddy bear
She found the compass and practiced reading it in the house while she gathered up the rest of the things. Shale found the lock box right where her father said it would be, in the back of the closet in his room under a loose floor board. She took the key he gave her and opened it. Inside was everything he said, her mother�s locket (which she put on), the money, the savings and bearer bonds, the silver ammo. She put it all in the duffle. The compass went into the pocket of her father�s jacket, the one without the pistol. Last, she went into the kitchen and stuffed some food into the bag, beef jerky, chips, granola bars, candy bars, and nuts, anything that wouldn�t go bad
Leaving everything she knew behind, Shale ran for the woods behind the house. Just as she entered the shadows of the trees, a car pulled up the drive and parked. Two men in business suits got out and climbed up the stairs leading to the front door. Not looking back, Shale did not notice the two men approach her house, nor did she notice that as they got to the porch, they both pulled out guns. Using the compass as best she could, Shale headed in what she hoped was a northerly direction.<
It seemed liked she had been traveling for months when she noticed the smells. Somewhere up ahead were people. Her food was almost gone and she was very lonely, maybe these people would be willing to feed her and talk with for a little while. She had quickened her pace to a brisk walk. A short time later Shale found herself on the edge of a rather large meadow. There in the center were forty or fifty people of various ages, but none was younger than 16 that she could see. The oldest was maybe forty-five
She stood there for a few minutes not sure of what to do or what to say. As she waited, the wind shifted to blow from behind her. Suddenly everyone in the meadow stopped dead and turned to look in her direction. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, to have all those people looking directly at her. Shale stood as still as stone, not knowing what to do. One of the younger women broke away from the group and with a look at the rest walked towards her with a warm, open smile on her face. Moving slowly so as not to alarm her, the young woman gracefully glided up to her, picked her up, set her on her shoulders and glided back to the rest of the group
This was the pack that adopted Shale. For the next fifteen years she ran with them thru the northern wilderness of Alaska Then the White Hunters came and the slaughters began. The pack fought well, but the Hunters were armed with silver. Shale saw the pack decimated around her as she fought to survive. Then she felt the fire of the silver as it bit deep into her back. A hunter armed with a silver sword had gotten behind her. It bit into her at the top of her left shoulder and down her back to the base of her right hip. She fell; screaming in rage and pain, then blackness over took her
When she came too, the Hunters were gone; the rest of the pack was dead. She could not move due to the injury in her back. Shale slipped back into the blackness. Finally she felt movement in her body, slowly at first, but it was there. It took a long time for her to heal from that wound. She lay there amid the carnage that was her pack and pulled her wool blanket around her and hugged her teddy bear close to her chest. Quietly she sobbed until she had no more tears to shed
When she was healed sufficiently, Shale made her way to the coast where she took a job on a cargo freighter heading to Seattle. The ship made several stops along the way to off load and reload cargo, but was never in port for more than six hours at any one time and she was working most of it so she did not have time to leave the ship and look for a new pack. The cargo ship pulled into Seattle�s harbor just three days before the full moon (luckily). Shale quickly collected her pay and left the ship to see if she could discover the whereabouts of any wolves
Personality: Shale is lively and energetic. She has a calm and mild interior to match the lively, bubbly exterior. Although she has had one entire pack slaughtered in front of her, she has a positive out look on live and towards most people. She has the scent of the Hunters who killed her pack and she will never forget nor forgive them. If she should ever come across one of them, she will make them wish they had never been born, especially the one who took the sword to her back.
Special Abilities: Camouflage Fur for Different Seasons
Weapons of Choice: Tooth and Claw
Love / Likes: Her teddy bear and wool blanket (she still has them from when she was eight and took them with her from home
Hate / Dislike: The White Hunters that killed her pack
Fear / Phobias: Silver
Dreams / Ideals: Killing every one of the Hunters that slaughtered her pack and finding a mate
Anything Else: She has long since cashed in the savings and bearers bonds and invested the money. Some of the money was invested in real estate, some in oil, some in the beef industry, some in precious gems and metals. Some of the money was invested in a cruise line. Some or all of these may or may not have paid off to any great extent. The rest of the money was placed in a trust fund where she cannot gain access to the principle amount till she reaches the age of thirty- five, although she can draw upon the interest it is generating
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NAME: Father Domenic Sozio
MEMBER: Maxx
AGE: 34
EYE COLOUR: Brown
HAIR COLOUR: Black
LIKES: Helping
DISLIKES: the undead (Dislikes is such a weak word. Hates? Loathes? Abhors?)
HISTORY: I think the easiest place to start is the beginning, so we will go back to my childhood. When I was twelve, I was molested by a Catholic priest. It made me turn my back on God, which was a mistake. That mistake caused the death of two of my best friends, and those deaths led to my rebirth, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I was pushed away from God.
To fill the void left by my loss of faith, I turned to drugs and sex, crime and violence. And speed. Speed was the biggest factor, as if by going fast I could outrun myself. What I outran was my luck.
There were three of us in the car. We had been drinking, and smoking up the way we usually did. We were typical examples of disaffected youth. The car was stolen, hotwired by Gino Vespucci. There wasn't a car he couldn't steal, or a woman he couldn't seduce. He hung with me because I was the only one he knew that had no limits. Set fire to the homeless? I've done it. Rape? Sure, why not? It happened to me, why shouldn't I share the wealth?
He let me drive, because he knew that I could handle the car. After all, I was the one they called Skidmark, because I left them on the road, and in the underwear of first time passengers. The other guy in the car was Angel. If it was a drug, he knew who sold it. His real name was Angelo, but he was the man with the keys to heaven, so we called him Angel.
After cruising around for most of the night, higher than a kite and drunker than skunks, we attracted the attention of the police. Hey, I was Skidmark. Do you really think I stopped?
I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, I was just trying to outrun them. Piece of advice. Never try to outrun anyone with a radio. It won't happen. Can you say roadblock?
I'm not sure where the accident occured. I know it was on a road at the top of a long steep hill, with trees at the bottom. I know, because when the car flipped, it rolled down the hill, and came to rest against one of the trees.
Angel wasn't wearing his seatbelt, and he'd fallen out a window. At least most of him had. His legs were still in the car, but I'm not sure where the rest of him was.
Gino was still in the car. We were both pretty battered. I broke seventeen bones. They didn't bother counting Gino's breaks. He was alive when we hit the bottom. He didn't stay that way for long. A vampire got to us before the police did. He killed Gino, sucking the blood out of him as we hung there, upside down like pieces of meat in a butcher shop window. Gino had been knocked out by the crash. He was the easier victim, but I knew I was next.
Do you know what that vampire did to me? He made me pray. He made me pray to the God that had let me be molested. I mean, he didn't force me to pray, as if I was supposed to beg God for my life, before he eat me. I started doing it voluntarily. I made all sorts of crazy promises, if God would only spare me. And the son of a bitch actually did it.
Cops don't carry silver bullets. They're too expensive. They do carry shotguns, and crosses and sometimes holy water. They killed that vampire, but two of them died doing it. Two good, honest men died to save a small, petty street punk. Do you know how that makes me feel? Guess.
When I got out of the hospital, I confessed. Not to the police, but, for the first time in six years, to a priest. Then I went to the police. I was already under arrest for car theft and resisting arrest and a few other minor crimes, but I told them everything I had done. They couldn't find proof of the major stuff, so I only ended up doing ten years in prison.
During those ten years, I became a priest. It was one of the promises I made to God. Two good men died to save my miserable life, so I decided that maybe I should make something out of myself. God owns my life now. The first priest I confessed to and the prison priest reminded me that not all priests are corrupt, and between them, they restored my faith, and inspired me to follow in their footsteps.
I also became a vampire slayer. I have a degree in preternatural biology, acquired through mail order studies. I don't carry anything that would hurt a person. My arsenal looks like a nine year old's birthday wish list. The difference is, my supersoaker is made of aluminum, titanium and silver. It holds two and a half liters of holy water, costs more than a good used car, and has a range of about fifty feet, twenty if I'm using it as a scattergun. To a person, it's water. To the undead, it's bottled sunshine.
I also have a pair of wrist launchers that even Spiderman would envy. They don't hold much, and the range isn't great, but if there's a vampire in my face, he's going to lose his. They empty in about five seconds, but I can spray a vampire from head to toe with enough holy water to give him a taste of what awaits him when he finally does remember he's dead and heads for Hell, like he was supposed to in the first place. What I do isn't murder. How can you kill something that is already dead? Can you tell that I suppose HAV? I'm not a member, but I'm definitely in their corner.
I wear a white collar and a blessed cross. Under the collar is a fine mesh of silver links, each one individually blessed. I wear a felt pad underneath it. I added that after I saw what happened to an associate who wore one against bare skin. The vampire lost the lower half of his face. My friend had the front of his throat so badly burned that he is no longer able to speak. He can't even swallow without pain.
I run a street mission, in the poor section of town. There is a soup kitchen, dormitories, and yes, a chapel. I've gave my life to God, as I hung upside down in a wrecked stolen car, with a vampire staring me in the face. He gave it back to me.
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MEMBER NAME: Lvciferi
CHARACTER NAME: Andreas 'Jim' Warner
RACE: Human
AGE: 30
SEX: Male
HAIR: Black and hangs bellow his shoulders, he keeps it back but always has his bangs parted to the left over his eye. His hair is very feathery.
EYES: Muddy Brown, a light brown with swirls of dark brown and yellow.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Jim once had aspirations of being a body builder, unfortunately he kept eating the weight lifter portions but stopped the weight lifting, so soon he became more Buddah than buff, but the LSD, cocaine and one bowl of Ramen a day fixed that, now his body is more Jim Morrison on the cover of the Best of the Doors LP. So a five foot eleven muscle atrophied Caucasian male.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: A good few tattoos, a black cat with it's hair raised on his right shoulder, an ace of spades on his right bicep, a Coop Satan face on his right arm, a Coop SheDevil on his forarm, the card suits across his right knuckles, the Hermetic symbol for Mercury on his right wrist, a single black angel wing on his left shoulder that's the size of a playing card, "Happiness is a warm gun" tattooed on his left thigh, and a monkey in the middle of his back.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Why is anyone the way they are? Well parents are one thing, so I'll do you one better and go to his grandfather of his papa's side of the family. Alois Hess, I mean Jorge Warner came to Argentina early on in his thirties with a good deal of 'found' paintings and gold, gold watches, gold rings, gold teeth... a lot of gold. He sold the gold kept the paintings and got into the silver business. He bought a decent share in a silver mine and after some unfortunate accidents and last minute rearranging of wills he became sole owner of that silver mine, and he bled that son of a bitch dry. After investing in a host of other businesses Alois, I mean Jorge, settled down with a nice Argentinian girl and had a son, Andres Warner.
Well needless to say Andres had everything he wanted, and what he wanted was nearly everything, he spent most his time at parties in New York with very little time going towards schooling which he saw as unneeded. He married a fellow crazy socialite and they managed to have Andreas Warner together before both dieing in a coke fueled head on collision with a garbage truck.
So Andreas was raised in New York by tutors and what not his grandfather hired, Andreas or Jim as he prefers to be called soon discovered he had two loves, makeup and the occult. He devoured tomes of Hermetic Knowledge and went through Crowley and LaVey faster than a fat kid through a Twinkie. He left anything not to do with the occult on the backburner where they would sit forgoten until they were needed, math was only done when he needed it to understand a numerogical sequence, history only when it gave in site into occult societies. Around the time he would have started college he started wearing lipstick and eyeliner in abundance, soon trying on woman's clothing as well. He used much of his money in researching new texts and buying hundreds of talismans and wands and what not, so he soon had to whore his growing powers out to the government and private organizations as to make some of the money back.
In his mid twenties he started working out to reach mental and physical equilibrium, but he found less and less time to lift weights with all his studying and designing clothing. His budding Herculean body quickly took a turn for the worse and he started to pile on the pounds. Then he started to delve into drugs to try to amplify his powers, he starved himself and did as much acid and coke as he could, soon he was nothing but skin and bones but most the girls and guys he sleeps with seem to like it. So that's pretty much Jim's life, during the day he locks himself in his study sifting through books of arcane and occult knowledge while dropping acid and snorting coke, at night he pulls a suit jacket over the fishnet and corrset he wears and goes out tracking down all sorts of nasties for the Gooverment.
He lives in a rather spacious apartment, and has rather spacious apartments all over the country, a good deal of his 60 million dollar fortune is now self made, when his grandpappy finally bites the dust he might even come into more money.
PERSONALITY: Excentric obviously, but he has a dedicated side, when he starts a book he must finish it, when he starts a spell he has to cast it, when he starts after a nasty he has to catch it. He also is a tad harsh but has a very strong sense of guilt and is usually feeling like he needs to say sorry to someone.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Hermetic Kabbalistic Satanic Magic
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Can't use magic or they fry poor Jim so a sword-cane with a silver raven head piece. He sometimes carries a 44. revolver with silver hollowpoint bullets.
LOVE/LIKES: Reading on the occult, taking LSD, snorting cocaine, listening to music; mostly industrial metal and classic rock, dressing in corrsets and makeup, designing clothing, and casting magic.
HATES/DISLIKES: Being called a witch, people who won't indulge in his decadence, idiots and conservatives.
FEARS/PHOBIAS: The drugs take care of most of that, most the time he fears acting too moral or too human, he's supposed to be the next step in human kind not a whimpering little boy. He also has a fear of traveling in cars, he prefers not to be a human bullet.
DREAMS/IDEALS: To become the most powerful Mage possibly and unlock the secrets of every tome, the next step in Human evolution. And snorting a three foot line of cocaine that's laced with acid.
DARK PAST: You'd think a transvestite bisexual drug addict Hermetic Kabbalist Satanist wouldn't have much to hide, you'd be wrong. While in New York he managed to get himself so high he did such acts as snorting cocaine off the breasts of a ten year old prostitute and up the penis of her forty year old pimp, he killed a small boy while driving his car high on acid as the kid was crossing the street, he supplied the drugs that two of his friends overdosed on; then hid their bodies, not to mention the list of unspeakable acts he performed with young prostitutes of both genders, and of course of that illusive third gender if her could find one.
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MEMBER NAME: thatredhead
CHARACTER NAME: Semira Snyder
RACE: Lycanthrope- Werelioness
AGE: 24, January 9th 1983 � turned when she was 20.
SEX: Female
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Semira has a sun-kissed complexion, with long blond that stretches down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her eyes are intense moss colouring. Her lips are usually just coated in a sheer gloss. She has a small mole in the right side of her face, just above her lips. She usually wears her makeup natural, unless the occasion calls for something different, when she cant bne recignized. She has a curvy athletic build, and stands at 5 foot even.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATTOOS: two small black stars tattooed onto her right wrist. six small butterfly tattos on the left side of her torso, all different colours.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Semira came from a well off family from London England. She was born with the name �Sophia Hare�, but changed her name the day she became a lycanthrope.
The night she was changed, she was in the country. She had laid out in the field late one afternoon, and had fallen asleep in the tall grass. When she awoke it was dark, and the full moon was out. She couldn�t see which direction she should go, so she just decided to walk north. There was a rustling in a large bush as she passed a clearing, and when her back was turned, she was attacked. A large animal had jumped onto her back, and was scratching at her pale skin, ripping away at her. After her scream, she heard a shot fire or a possible car backfire. She couldnt tell. The noise was enough to scare off whatever had attacked her. It ran, leaving her for dead. Semira managed to pull herself to cover in the bush, the animal had just jumped out of moments before. She was found by a large man who had picked her up and put her into his blue ford truck. She was too weak to fight him, and he said he would help her with her wounds. He took her her back to his cabin in the woods, and carried her inside. She was tired and in pain, so she allowed him to clean and bandage her wounds. While she was having her back bandaged, she passed out cold. Days later she awoke, in a hard bed. She was stiff and sore from the days previous. Walking out of the bare room, in an oversized shirt, she looked at her surroundings. It was a small cabin, fir for a bachelor. Just the the door burst open, revelaing a very large, broad, evil looking man. He dropped the wood by the fireplace, and turned to greet her. He said his name was Derek, and explained where he had found her, and that she had been out for three days. He also said that she was going to be working for him from now on, in return for helping her heal. She was to cater to his every whim. She wanted nothing of this, and tried to escape the small, dirty cabin. He caught her just as she opened the door, picked her up by her arms, and threw her against the oppisite wall, reopening all of her healing scratches. He told her many threats, and locked her in a cubboard during the night in order to keep her with him. She had become his slave. The plus side, that cabin never looked cleaner, and there was a hot meal every day. But it didnt stop at just cleaning and cooking. He bagan to demand sexual favors, raping her and beating her almost daily. Her wounds did eventually almost fully heal by her next full moon. As the full moon came, Semira began to do her usual stressed out routine. She hated small spaces, and this was definatly one of them. She felt like a caged animal. She began to feel certain desires. She became hungry, with her mouth watering at the thought of meat. Her stress and desire took her over, and the last thing she felt was a quick shot of pain.
The next morning she awoke curled up on the livingroom floor. Sh was covered in blood, from her face to her hands and feet.She had the aftertaste of meat in her mouth. She stood up, noticing a trail of pawprints that led to her. She followed then to the bedroom, holding the horriffic sight of the hunter. His face had been eated off, along with his stomach eated all the way to the spine. She felt as if she was going to puke. But she didnt. She felt the shot of pain again. Over the next three days, she fed off of the remains of the hunter, not remembering much. The last day, she was picking picking at the bones, ans the changed back into her humn form. This was the first time she was in the middle of an action when she changed. She was shocked to see what she was doing. Dropping the bone, she wen to the washroom and cleaned herself up. Picking up the keys to the blue truck, she sped off into teh horizon. Never to return to the old cabin. Later in the week, she went to get tested for Lycanthrope. It was confirmed, she was a werelioness.
With her new information at her disposal she adopted a new life, as well as a new name, and became Semira Snyder. She moved from London England, to Eastern Africa. Within days she was approached by a man, who asked her to follow him. She obliged, not really knowing her surroundings, and hoping to possibly get some direction. He led her into a large canvas tent, where a woman awaited her. She asked many questions, such as why she was rossing into her territory. Were there anymore comming in. Was she a spy. Semira answered all the questions the woman had. She explained that she had been recently turned, and that she was in the search for more like her. The woman listened and finally introduced herself as Kuba. She was offered a position in their pride, and gladly took it. They had taught her how to control her inner beast, but still feed its desires. The pride hunted animals, and rarely went into the markets. The only downside to being in Africa, was that huntig Lycanthrope was legal, and actually called for a reward. With the hunting being too much for Africa, she picked up and moved to the united states, in the hopes that new doors would open for her. Maybe she could become a normal person again. Get a day job, that kind of thing. She wanted desperatly to leave her past behind her, and possibly start fresh in The United States.
PERSONALITY: Semira is quick to judge. The second she looks at someone, she�ll know if they are worth her time. She is quite good at getting things she wants. She doesn�t necessarily love to travel, but finds the need to. She hasn�t really found a place to settle down yet. Semira has a temper on her, and can have trouble controlling it. She usually never resorts to changing, but she does have that mean streak.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: dagger, staff, Bow.
LOVE/LIKES: Changing her appearance. Her hair colour changes on a regular basis. Sex, loud music, and dancing are among her favourites. She loves to dance.
HATES/DISLIKES: She hates people touching along her scars. She also hates those who do not view her as an equal because she is different.
FEARS/PHOBIAS: The people she cares about dying. Never belonging. Small spaces.
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MEMBER NAME: ladyjallyn
CHARACTER NAME: Katherine Martin aka Katt
RACE: LYCANTHROPE
AGE: 26 (31 for the new reboot)
SEX: FEMALE
HAIR: Chestnut
EYES:hazel grey
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5 feet 3 inches with hazel grey eyes they go from hazel grey to a cool blue grey depending on her moods. She wears her hair short and cropped with a slight wind blown look. Her hair is a natural undyed chestnut brown. Some would consider Katherine to be rubanesque since she fits into sizes that are not in the single digits and has a very hour glass bottom heavy shape. Shes not one for trying to impress people with her wardrobe or in the art of applying makeup, but can if she has to.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATTOOS:She has a tattoo of a piece of Brian Froud's art on her upper left shoulder.
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CHARACTER HISTORY: Katherine has dual citizenship both Canadian and American. She grew up for the first half of her life in Michigan until she was 12 then moved to the great white north to live with her father after her parents divorce and attend art college at Sheridan. Half way though school the stress and completion got to the girl so she decided to set out and back pack across Canada.
She fell in love with BC and stayed there for almost 3 years. Her avid love of nature and camping and hiking made it the ideal place. Due to her lifestyle and being a sensible person Katherine saw nothing wrong with being safe and getting vaccinated for lycanthropy. Although she was not often one to camp out during the nights were the moon was full one could never be too careful. She worked odd jobs to make the ends meet but eventually got into profession cleaning for businesses and private homes. it payed for her rent and gave her money for art materials and camping goods so things were good. However one year when she went in for her shot things took a turn for the worse.
It was a month later after her vaccination shot that she learned all was not well in Kansas. She had developed lycanthropy. She had been lucky not to have attacked anyone during her bout with the full moon but the fact of the matter was she knew she had to get it checked out and figure out how the hell she had gotten it. Surely it couldn't have been the shot. Then again there were cases were it did in fact happen.
Now the tests and blood work were slow coming back. Several times she was called back in to be inspected and tested. It was all a very stressful and confusing time for the young woman.
As it turned out she had developed lycanthropy that much they could tell but they almost seemed unsure of what to tell her. Apparently she was the only documented case of anyone having developed feline lycanthropy. Not lion, tiger, or leopard, or panther but the the garden variety feline domesticus. Katherine took the news as best as she could but turning into a cat the size of a large rottweiler every month presented new and interesting challenges. For the first few months she would check her into the hospital to make sure she didn't hurt anyone. A local shifter named Robin Rivers had helped her though the changes as he often volunteered in BC to help out hospitals. He himself was a were cougar. She was allowed to run with his group for a year before they explained to her that perhaps it would be good to move on because they taught what they could and she had as much control as she was likely going to get. Only time would make things better... As sweet as she was there was not room for her and that mixing different breeds of shifters together was normally against their policy. The were just being good Samaritans.
It was an odd transition to move back home with her father. And even weirder to break the news to him. He was as accepting as a father could be but after a year of living at home she explained she had the need and desire to go out hunting for more of her kind.
Shes been on the road now jumping from state to state. Canada bared no fruit when it came to her two year search from coast to coast and so now she has come to start her search in the states. She never spends more than 2 months in any one given place before moving on and continuing her search but sometimes spends less than a week depending on the size of town or city.Shes had 3 years to get used to being a shifter though she hasn't made full peace with it and finds the transition to be painful and slower than other shifters. It was a bit of a relief to leave Canada and from being pestered from the doctors there in the medical community she was a bit of an anomaly and a break from tests and the doctors who wanted to write papers for medical journals was something she relished. After hearing that her infection count was practically non existant it gave her the confidence to travel since she was less infectious than the other weres. chances were pretty decent that she could live out on the road if she took the right precautions 4 days of the month, without the fear of passing on what she had. She is still very cautious though as much as she would love to meet one of her kind she would never try to inflict someone with lycanthropy.
PERSONALITY:Katherine tends to be a hard worker and has a great attention to detail. She tends to be a touch on the awkward side at times and keeps her distance from certain people due to who she is. She loves art and the outdoors, and still likes to hit the trails when she gets a chance. She's curious and a quick learner but is prone to being a bit of a fence sitter when it comes to decisions. Those that get to know her know that despite her quiet and shy front, she has a heart of gold and a soft spot for cats and woodland creatures.
She can turn on the charm and be a friendly Canadian to those she approaches, looking to hear if other shifters in the community may of heard of anyone like her.
Due to the type of shifter she is shes anxious at times around others that are supernatural be they shifters or vampires though she has had very little experience with vampires. But she stubbornly plods though life, refusing to run unless its in her best interest from the things that unsettle her.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Normal outlines for shifters. If anything, Katherine's strength and reflexes are not as good as the average shifter. Better than a human but about 30% less than an average shifter. Shes been a shifter for just about 5+5 years now.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE:Katherine isn't much of a fighter. If in animal form she will fight like a cat and let instinct take over. But in human form the worst you would have to watch out for are her legs. She took a few years of kick boxing to stay healthy. As well as played Lacross in high school, But aside from that shes never been in a real fight her entire life aside from the occasional shoving/checking match. She did have a couple year spell in BC with competitive Axe throwing.
LOVE/LIKES:The outdoors, camping, cats, art, music, hot baths, good food, naps, sunny days. Fantastic food. Massages. Bonfires. rainy summer nights. Cuddles, sensual things where she can taste touch and use her sense to their fullest be it good food wine weed or partners. Axe throwing competitions, participating and watching.
HATES/DISLIKES:the fact that her sense of smell is so keen, its made her have to change to non-chemical cleaners, and finds most people's aftershave and perfumes to be a real put off. When she is on a cleaning job everything has to be organic. Mind you the market is increasing in having more environmentally friendly things and people have become more aware of the dangerous of chemicals so its not too bad. She can find work in enough places since its one of the things advertised. Cold nights, people with bad breath and nose hair. Arrogant and pushy people. Braggarts and people that are in your face types.
FEARS/PHOBIAS:Not finding any of her kind. Losing control of her inner beast and hurting someone.
DREAMS/IDEALS:To eventually find people that will accept her for who she is and find other werecats like herself, establishing a place where she feels she belongs. To accept her condition and the animal inside her, and to bring harmony to her inner self.
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MEMBER NAME: SilverMist
CHARACTER NAME: Saphyre Rose-Petal Sea-Shell Blue Static Lullaby Draust (Yes, his parents WERE as cruel to name him that)
RACE: Lycanthrope: Wolf
AGE: 21
SEX: Male
HAIR: A rather striking shade of electric blue cut off at strange angles and layered with shaggy bangs tipped in a shade of crimson that contrasts the blue in rather interestingly as well as the black that colours the lower half of the back.
EYES: Without contacts pale blue with green flecks, with contacts, you name it.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Have you ever seen a neon rainbow on a sign that you think is absolutely over the top and pointless but you can't draw your eyes away from it, it's just so bright, and flashy and...Colourfull? Well if you took that sign and put it into human form you'd have Saphyre. His hair is loud his eyes are decided on a daily basis by a variety of contacts and his skin is pale, beyond pale he's practically chalk white. He makes up for that in clothes that will sear your retinas if you look at them to long and all together he has thirteen piercings. His eyebrows have been shaved off and he wears make up that takes its inspiration small childrens' finger painting, sparkles and shimmer...You'd think he was trying to draw attention to himself or something ridiculous like that. Pierced, painted, white as snow and bright as neon, even though your mother told you it's rude to stare its impossible not to.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: He has only one tattoo but Saphyre is not one to do things on a small scale, it's a butterfly taking up all of his back and lowering a little farther onto his back side. It's done up in a shattered glass appearance each shard coloured in with a different sky scape with the words in cursive along it's right wing on his rib cage "Let your wings touch the sky". Unique and over the top. As always. Scars? As for scars he has quite a few along his forearms. Let's just say he's always been an attention whore.
CHARACTER HISTORY: When looking at someone like Saphyre you have to presume there's a story behind him that runs longer than his crazy name. Saphyre's story wasn't one with much to be told for a long time. His family Heritage trailed back to Holland, Dutch, now I know what you're thinking "Well that explains it." Wrong, it's a part of it, but most certainly not all of it.
Saphyre's parents were normal folk, well normal as people could be when they name their son Saphyre Rose-Petal Sea-Shell Blue Static Lullaby Draust...Alright so they were a lot less than the Brady Bunch but they were a family as his mother would repeat during his childhood. His mother was an aspiring author of "Thrilling Novels" which was code for "Smut" she was too busy with the fantasies on the page to pay much mind to her husband who got what he needed else where.
Enough to mess little Saphyre up? Hardly. The "Thrilling Novels" only became and issue when he was old enough to read and his father was hardly home so he didn't much notice his father's affairs. The constant abuse at school over his eccentric name and later on in middle school when his mother got her first book published that he was the son of the smut writer were enough to make him wish to be invisible. Added to the fact he was bordering albino with his complexion the world just seemed like one big joke and he was the punchline. How does one go from wishing to disappear to the embodiment of neon? One word.
Damien. It was a name actually. The name of the first friend Saphyre ever gained and became his savior and roll model. Saphyre met Damien during the summer of Grade Eight. Damien was as eccentric as Saphyre's name and quite willing to take on the world for the boy.
"People see in black and white." The violet coloured haired teen informed a still relatively normal looking Saphyre one day atop the boy's roof. "Sometimes you just have to force the colour into their vision. Make them see it. See you. They may hate it. But they need it." He'd informed. And with those simple words he opened a pair of bright blue eyes to a world that was all a stage, and the more eyes you had on you, the better. So what if they ridiculed? So what if they tried to beat you down? Black and blue were still colours! And the colours needed to be seen.
Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. Sick of his wife's lack of attention and finding bigger and better things Saphyre's parents were thrown into a messy divorce. His mother took custody and with the money she was making in her novels she moved them out to Seattle. "I hate Seattle..." was the most commonly heard phrase out of Saphyre's mouth. Of course he hated Seattle, Damien was not in Seattle. How was he supposed to be bright without Damien? Jeez they asked so much of him. Give the drama queen a Tiara and the emo boy a knife. Everything is wrong when nothings wrong and his forarms were soon a play ground for steel and a screaming plea for the attention he got when with Damien. He didn't mention to the fact that Damien had given him more than the gift of origanality, lycanthropy the perfect gift for all your friends.
Well the world rolls on right? Right. Cutting put aside and colour upped he dabbled under the care of he mother whose smutty writing seemed to be a huge success he was able to explore what he wanted to do. Which was entertain...So writing, arts, comedy, acting. He tried his hand at all of it but found no good of any of it. Dance though...Dance worked. Give him a beat and he could bring a crowd. How can you make a living out of dancing though? I mean really. Unless you're taking your clothes off you can't!
....Well when times are tough...Times weren't tough though. He was just a boy in need of attention, and oh, could he get their attention. He got a place of his own one that's become just as unique as he is. May not be high class living but he's seen.
PERSONALITY: Summed up in two words "Attention Whore". If you haven't noticed him he wants you to. He's bright and cheery a social butterfly and a unique individual for sure. By no means shy, he doesn't know the meaning of the words "Give up" "Give in" "Tone it down" or "Modesty". Embarrassment? Psh! What embarrassment. If you can't see him he'll make you see him no matter what it takes. Over the top in all things.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Dancing, boy can that kid dance. He also has extreme dramatic capabilities though they're usually overly exagerated. He can get almost anyone's attention, usually just by walking by.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Whatever's around or can make the biggest boom. He owns a gun but doesn't much care for it. Often ignores it's existence completely.
LOVE/LIKES: Being seen! Dancing his scrawny pale ass off, bright colours.
HATES/DISLIKES: Moving, change, being ignored. Wanna see him turn a funny colour? Pretend you can't hear him.
FEARS/PHOBIAS: Dying and having no one notice, sharks
DREAMS/IDEALS: Having everyone's eyes on him.
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MEMBER NAME: Micula
CHARACTER NAME: Shandra
RACE: Your character's race. Vampire
AGE: Your character's age. you should never ask a lady her age, but as you insist 82 (I look 24)
SEX: female
HAIR: So blonde it's almost white
EYES: A startling innocent seeming blue
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Frail seeming, all blue vein and translucent skin. Hair spiked and short, the paleness made even more startling with her liking for colours like blood red and glossy black
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: I don't need tattoos and marks to be distinquished
CHARACTER HISTORY:
Where do I begin? Hmm... maybe I should begin at the beginning... hmmm. My early life was one of privilege and wealth. Whatever I asked for, I got.. yet with all this, I felt wrong. Too many secrets in my house of wonder and death....
Oh, how dramatic.. and now for the truth. My father was an undertaker, so death did not shock me. The taunts of the ignorant at school passed me by and when I finally closed the door on that part of my life, I took up in business with my father and when he too passed on, I kept the business. One night, I was called out on business, so in my trusty hearse, I set out, picked up the corpse and started back, tis a shame I was never to make it home. I remember the rain on the road as I drove through empty streets. I remember the car slipping across the standing water and I remember waking in a dimly lit room, with a corpse that I remembered stood above me as I struggled vainly for air. Now you may realise the shock this gave me. Vampires not being as common then as they are today.. did I scream, you bet, did I struggle... only the barest amount.. did I see death... well I don't know what they say about bright lights and tunnels, but all I remember is pain, thirst and not knowing why I had been spared...
As it turned out, it appeared I had been an unwitting godsend in this young vampire's escape from his foes and in twisted gratitude, or perhaps as a means to secure an escape, he had turned me. Well I've never been one to stay foxed for long and soon I saw the advantages to my current situation. I learnt all I could from my 'saviour' before killing him, draining his life and moving on. As I travelled I fashioned myself an identity of impeccable manners and almost royal bearing. Where I actually stand in the pecking order, no one knows, but much mileage can be had from an assumed bearing and arrogance.
PERSONALITY:
Out of my way peasant, you're not worth the ground beneath my feet... on the outside and lost on the inside. An assumed personality hides much of the studious quiet yet ghoulish woman that hides behind arrogance and an almost royal bearing. Very little remains of the real personality of Amy Wokingham and she prefers to keep it that way.
SPECIAL ABILITIES:
Vampy goob and the ability to cloud the mind.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE:
my wit darling or would you like to meet the sharp end of this blade?
LOVE/LIKES:
Loves power and all that goes with it.
HATES/DISLIKES:
Dealing with other vampires, there's far too much 'shop' talk
FEARS/PHOBIAS:
She fears the truth, her past reaching out to find her. She fears to discover who she is and she fears anyone else discovering what she has hidden.
DREAMS/IDEALS:
What are my dreams? except reflections on a long and yet unproductive live. i dream to make something to last.. or in the short term, to survive one more night.
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MEMBER NAME: Darkflame
CHARACTER NAME: Lillia Sumner
RACE: Lycanthrope (wererat)
AGE: 18+5
SEX: Female
HAIR: White, Long and straight
EYES: Pinkish red
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5'4" tall, Frail looking, with a slight build and white skin. ALBINO.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: None.
CHARACTER HISTORY: (WHY THEY ARE THE WAY THEY ARE) Born with Albinism, she caught the attention of a sadistic wererat king when she moved into his territory after her father accepted a position at a growing law firm. He wanted to see what the result of her unique condition would be upon her change.
She escaped his grasp due to the help of a weredog that she had protected when he wandered into wererat territory and was attacked for sport.
PERSONALITY:Kind and Gentle, she is softspoken, but firm, with an easy smile and natural charisma. Her experience with wererats thus far has left her only slightly jaded.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She is able to aid the natural healing of a were, but must physically make contact to do so.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Prefers to refrain from combat, but when forced, uses her natural weapons, tooth and nail.
LOVE/LIKES: she is a lover of classical music and played violin as a child.
HATES/DISLIKES: clubs and other places where bright flashes of light are common
FEARS/PHOBIAS: Being found by the one that changed her
DREAMS/IDEALS: To feel like she's part of a family again, to be cared about
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She travels with a companion, a weredog who is very protective of her and treats her in a manner not unlike a little sister. He is only slightly taller than she, with a scar that runs diagonally across his nose and splits the eyebrow above his right eye. His hair is short and dark, and his eyes, black, constantly scan for signs of danger. His dog form is a black lab.
She has extremely poor eyesight and must be very close to somone or something to see it well enough. She sunburns easily and can be blinded by bright light.
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MEMBER NAME: Demosthenes
CHARACTER NAME: Chase Hess
RACE: Werewolf
AGE: 31
SEX: Male
HAIR: Shoulder-length black
EYES: Blue
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Chase Hess is ripped, for years his focus was on himself, becoming stonger physically and mentally. Chase was born to two Germans, making his black hair the result of some hereditary pollution according to the Nazis that were in his lineage. Chase's clothing and style are influenced by American metal and punk.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS:
CHARACTER HISTORY: Chase was born Heinrich Hess to Veronika and Joseph. He had little time to meet them however before they were chewed up by a pack of Werewolves. The family lived on the edge of the Black Forest, on the outskirts of Baiersbronn. The wolves came during the full moon and made quick work of Joseph and his luger. The police had later told Chase that his mother was still alive when they found her, but died later in the hosipital of blood loss after losing both arms. Chase told them he was thankful for the information when he was old enough. He was there the night they were killed. In the cellar where his mother had placed him when she heard the howls. She had scratched him in her hurry to rush him to safety.
Chase was given a shot, to be sure he wouldn't contract lycanthropy from the mysterious wound. Ironic that the shot would have him barking at the moon before his next birthday. Chase was the name given to him when he arrived in America. Sent to live with his uncle in Washington. Uncle Freidrick turned out to be a bloated fuck who rarely left the comfort of his easy chair. Freidrick was unmarried and barely able to support himself and Chase. Somehow though, there were always scraps on the table though. Chase was often easily angered and got into fights constantly, going from school to school until counseling and medication was provided. Chase turned out to do well in school otherwise and took interest in wrestling and sparring, bringing home trophies in school competitions. Chase somehow managed to skate by just enough to keep from flunking, spending all his free time trying to sate all his teenage beast's desires. He continued to lift weights and pursued fighting as soon as he graduated. He became stronger but no sport he found was quite visceral enough for his violent tastes. He was finally satisfied to become a bouncer at one of the local clubs, starting fights himself when his beast demanded one. He even found he was able to make a little extra on the side from underground fight clubs.
PERSONALITY: Chase was a beast for the better part of his life and is not what one would call emotionally deep. He seems to run off of instinct rather than emotion or reasoning.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Fists or fangs
LOVE/LIKES: Violence, or whatever it was that woud give him his next high.
HATES/DISLIKES: Chase hates fluxuating between human and beast since he can't seem to remain one or the other long enough.
DREAMS/IDEALS: To be rid of one side or another, to be whole whether he be man or beast.
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MEMBER NAME: Demosthenes
CHARACTER NAME: Tyler Graves
RACE: Vampire
AGE: 48 (looks 20)
SEX: Male
HAIR: Shoulder-length black
EYES: Bloodsucker green
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Tyler was born with an athletic build, but hadn't done much with it until his teen years when he began to work out any chance he could. He had never been too interested in the outdoors, though none but those he hung out in his teen years of life could have known, now that the sun was lethal to him.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: Tyler's largest tatoo is a long tribal pattern that originates at his hip and moves like a serpent up his body, ending along his neck.A vampire bat with a red skull and cross bones adorned his left bicep, it had been aquired during his life sometime with a group of friends he had long since forgotten. Tyler has a couple of healed bullet wounds from his experience in being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Tyler Graves never learned who exactly he was born to, but he knew who the only mother who cared was. Tyler was adopted at birth to Cynthia and Johnathan Graves. Cynthia was a fairly successful lawyer and John worked as a plumber. He looked like a plumber too. Tyler would later wonder how the two ended up together, since his friends kept telling him how much of a fox she was.
Years passed and Tyler made it to sixteen years old, in keeping with the likes of a sixteen year old he enjoyed his friends, loud music, and alcohol when they could get it...and they could always get it. Tyler had a girlfriend, a guitar and a voice that could make a wolverine purr, and spent many days of his use enjoying his blessings, even starting a punk band. The band achieved a small amount of prestige and played enough gigs to keep gas in the beat cars of its members, though they were difficult to book since the name changed every two weeks.
In four more years Tyler was twenty and still playing the music that he loved. It was one night after a small gig on the outskirts of the city that he was caught in the crossfire of a driveby. Luckily the bullets missed all of the important gooey parts inside of him. Tyler had lost alot of blood, and the police arrived before the hospital. One of his number of fanged fans put the blood back in and saved his life...sort of. The police and all but one of his fans thought him to be dead, his parents too assumed the worse after his dissapearance. Tyler thought that was just as well, he knew they'd rather thing him dead than sucking blood. Not much had changed for Tyler Graves, his schedule changed slightly and he started over with a new band, playing multiple underground clubs throughout the city. Graves found he had to change his name frequently onstage, making him harder to recognize and also dispelling some of the ironic flak that the name 'Graves' had given him. After turning, Tyler found it easier to obtain the drugs and exotic beverages he had craved during his life, since now, most with a pulse were willing to share. He also found the sex to be more interesting as a vampire. Graves has become no stranger to excess in any form, but hey, being a rock star will do that to you.
PERSONALITY: Tyler's has a wicked ego that is protected by his fierce pride. He makes friends easily enough but refuses to kiss ass in an attempt to raise himself higher in the fanged family's pecking order like many young vampires.
Special Abilities: None
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Tyler will use his fists or anything laying on the nearby bar if he gets into a scrap. He carries a concealed revolver with silver rounds in his car, taking it with him if he plans on plugging a show with wolf-heavy crowds
LOVE/LIKES: Sex, Drugs, Rock and Roll
HATES/DISLIKES: Being hurt, knocked down or ridiculed
FEARS/PHOBIAS: Being eaten
DREAMS/IDEALS:To become bigger and better, until all the world knows his name.
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MEMBER NAME: Goosekat
CHARACTER NAME: Countess Elisabeta Dragomir
RACE: Vampire
AGE: 153 (looks 21)
SEX: Female
HAIR: Slightly wavy, deep auburn with strawberry-blond highlights
EYES: Liquid Gold
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: At 5' 3" she does not strike one as being a very imposing or powerful figure. She wears her hair long, letting it hang to the small of her back. Her eyes are reminiscent of liquid gold. Elisabeta is well built, not particularly muscular but sturdy. She has a well developed bust, slim waist and flaring hips. Her naturally pale skin has been made even more so by her turning. She usually keeps some color on her lips and cheeks in a vain attempt to offset some of the paleness of her skin. Though she has kept most of the old traditions, one of the modern things that she has accepted is the style of clothing. Normally found wearing a corsett of a dark hue; royal blue, midnight blue, charcoal grey, royal purple, blood red or black, she pairs it with tight fitting blue jeans and half inch heal of a matching color.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: None
CHARACTER HISTORY: Born in 1853, Elisabeta was the youngest child of Vladimir and Olena Dragomir. Her father was the Count of Soroca, in what is now Moldavia. Her homeland was constantly under siege as Turkey and Russia constantly waged war with one another, using the disputed Moldavian countryside as their battleground. Her father and two older brothers were killed in battle two days before her fifteenth birthday. After their deaths, her mother assumed her fathers position. Over the next six years her mother ruled the District of Soroca with an iron hand. During this time Elisabeta learned to be cold and calculating. On the morning of her sixteenth birthday, the Countess had her married off to one of her fathers old friends, a man fully three times her age. After the wedding, Elisabeta's new husband moved into the Dragomir's ancestral home. Though he never forced her to share his bed, her husband found other ways to torment her. He was ruthless and cruel, beating her relentlessly almost every day. But the beatings were just one of the many ways he tortured her. He never left any physical marks on her, preferring to leave her emotionally broken. The one thing he never counted on was her hatred of him.
It was this hatred that sustained her during his years of torture. Three days before her twenty-first birthday Elisabeta met a handsome stranger while returning home from a day of horseback riding. She had been delayed by some of the town's folk and was returning well after dark. The stranger escorted her home, making sure that she arrived safely. When her husband stormed out of the house, strap in hand, bent on delivering her yet another beating, the stranger stepped forward and stopped him. Sweeping her into his arms, the stranger carried her straight up to her chambers. That was the first night that her bit her. He disappeared sometime before dawn, only to return the following two nights, biting her each night. When she arose the night of her twenty-first birthday Elisabeta found her master sitting on the chest at the foot of her bed. They went hunting, finding their prey in the main dinning hall. While he fed on her husband, she fed on her mother. That was her first kill and she has never regretted it.
Where she learned to be cold and calculating from her mother and ruthless and cruel from her husband, she learned to be warm, caring and compassionate from her master. It was fifty years before she saw a different side of him. This other side was even more cruel and sadistic than her former husband. Although he has never turned this side on her, Elisabeta is well aware that it could happen anytime. Even after all these years she still obeys her master without the slightest hesitation. Though she is not yet a master vampire, her master has made her his right hand. She deals with the everyday business of the City of Soroca as well as meriting out punishment to those who deserve it. She wields her power with an iron fist enclosed in a velvet glove. Elisabeta is not above leaving for an extended period of time if the situation should warrent it. Several times in the past she has visited Seattle, both on business and for pleasure.
PERSONALITY: Outwardly Elisabeta is a warm, caring person. Under that velvet exterior is a heart of frozen iron. With most people she is rather pleasent for a vampire, but if she has directed her ire at someone the best they could hope for would be a swift death. She is skilled in torture, both physical and mental, having been known to keep a victim alive for several months before granting them the release of death.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: The ability to call wolves (as she has never tried to call a werewolf she is unaware that her power extends to them), torture, the ability to blast someones mind, can roll weaker minds, can control weaker minds, basic vampire abilities.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Fangs, dagger, mind blast.
LOVE/LIKES: Her master, torture.
HATES/DISLIKES: Abusive men.
DREAMS/IDEALS: To find a consort that she is willing to share an eternity with.
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SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESN'T FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: Elisabeta always travels with two mortal female servants, neither of which she feeds from. They serve as bodyguards while she sleeps. They are also there to deal with whatever business must be done during the daylight hours and to serve as liaisons between her and the mortal world.
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Member Name: XlupoldX
Character Name: Sailor 'Miss Cherry Blossom' Morgan
Race: Vampire
Age: born July 11th 1930 (currently 76)
'made' August 8th 1955 (appears 25)
Gender: female
Hair: Gloriously blonde, like the final dying rays of the sun, it brushes the bottom of my shoulder blades and has a deep wave through it. I wear my bangs short, thick and razor sharp straight.
Eyes: Large and slightly almond shaped, bright copper shot through with gold and are always lined with a lick of liquid eyeliner.
Physical Description: I stand a deceptively diminutive five foot, right on the nose. Naturally curvaceous and most certainly voluptuous I resemble a Vargas painting made flesh. My skin, though typically vampiricly pale, has a certain creamy luminescence to it. I'm graced with full pouting lips, that are made all the more full by slicking them with a coat of bright red lipstick.
Distinctive Marks/Scars/Tattoos: on my left inner wrist I have a single cherry blossom with thick black outlines and coloured in vibrant shades of pink.
Character History: I wish I could paint a gothically romantic picture of my past, the type of childhood filled with torment and anguish that is usually befitting for my kind. Tales of such melancholic beauty and exquisite suffering that would shape me into the tortured creature of the night that I stereo-typically should be, but if I did, I would be doing nothing but feeding you lies to further fuel the baffling mystique of my vampiric heritage.
My parents always likened my birth to the first drops of rain after a year long drought, I was the gift that they had so desperately been praying for. I was born at the heart of the great depression, a time, when for most, life was fraught with struggle and toil, but I was born into a thriving and lucrative family business.I was a child of the midway. . yeah, okay, I'll cut the sense of grandiose and just spit it right out, I'm born and bred carnie folk.
My mother was a queen of burlesque, Miss Candy Apple to her many loyal and bug-eyed devotees, but to me she was Momma. A woman of unbelievable beauty and an inner strength to boot. She wore the pants in our family whilst confined to the boundries of our spacious double wide trailer, but once she stepped outside that aluminium door she transformed into the delicate and sumptuous beauty that dangled from my fathers arm like a diamond encrusted time piece. Once I was born, she laid down the nine foot, ostrich feather fans, much to the heartbreak of the heterosexual male population. She took on the role of choreographer and wardrobe mistress to the midway's 'hootchie cootchie' show, filling our home with glittery garments and plumed head-dresses.
My father was the barker for the 12-1 (that's 'freak show' to you marks!) He was devilishly handsome and had the silver tongue to match. He could convince a nun to lift her habits and then thank him for the privilege. He charmed my mother relentlessly to the point of finally winning her hand over numerous enamoured suitors. Momma said it wasn't his fancy words that won her over so much as it was his gold flecked, copper eyes and the tenderness of his kiss.
My education was far from conventional, I spent a great deal of my time huddled in the tiny, smoke filled, wooden caravan of 'The Gypsy Bella Donna', my Nana Bella, the carnival's resident 'authentic' gypsy fortune teller, that harkened all the way from the exotic back streets of Brookline. Now, don't misunderstand, just because Nana Bella wasn't authentic Romany Gypsy, didn't mean that she hadn't been blessed with 'the gift'. She taught me how to read palms and tarot cards, interpret dreams, cook up potions for love, wealth and luck, ward of the 'evil eye' and how whip up a damned mean chicken noodle soup.
For the duration of the Second World War, my extended family and i all played our part in the great war effort, by continuing what we did best. . entertaining the masses. We took our whole troupe to military towns and bases to keep our boys' spirits up.
As my body blossomed into that of a young woman it was obvious that I was destined to follow in the sequined, peep-toed footsteps of my mother. My small, but voluptuous form, full pouting lips and cascading, golden hair, paired with sensual feline fluidity of my movement meant I was an instant success on the stage of the 'hootchie cootchie' show. Momma taught me all the steps and tricks that had won the hearts and money of the male clientele. I was dubbed 'Miss Cherry Blossom - Sweetest of Temptresses' and the marks came flooding in, the never ending tide of men with lustful hunger in their eyes also brought Him. . . . .Jacob.
We were in Seattle and the weather was typically abysmal, but he shone and glistened like the finest of opals in the crowded tent, there are no other words I can use to describe him other than beautiful. He was tall, with blue-black hair swept to the left. His eyes seemed to constantly shimmer like a pool of liquid gold and his skin was a velvety alabaster. I never thought I was possible, but that first night I had spied him through the crowd, I had fallen breathlessly in love with him. Now the cynics out there will claim he rolled me but, in all honesty hand on my now stilled heart, he didn't . . . . he didn't have the need to. He approached me after that show and charmed me with the wit and grace my father would have been proud to call his own. I invited him to everyone of my forth coming shows with complimentary tickets and every night a single white lily would wait for me in my dressing room. By the end of the week my heart was his willing captive. It was on the night of my final performance in Seattle that he revealed to me what he really was. He explained to me at great length that he had spent many years walking the earth searching for someone to spend eternity with, and as I had felt it on that first night he had too. In my heart I knew it was my destiny to be with him until the end of days, but I couldn't accept his embrace until I could speak with Nana Bella.
Much to my suprise, Nana was more than acquainted with the creatures of our world that usually kept themselves hidden in the shadows. She sat with me until dawn, explaining everything that I was set to lose, how I would never be able to see my family again, how I could be sacrificing everything that I had ever been up to this point but, ultimately she told me that she too, knew that Jacob was my destiny. She promised me she would concoct a wonderful tale of romantic eloping to my parents, so long as I promised to write to their Florida off season address every year to keep up the charade.
The transition from dancing girl to vampire was fraught with challenges, but Jacob kept my head held aloft through it all. He kept my body strong by mastering me in the ancient Japanese art of Iaijutsu, a form of swordplay utilised by the samurai. He kept my spirit strong by his unwavering love and devotion for me. He kept my mind strong by keeping me immersed in the politics of my new found identity. We quickly became a formidable team, in both the bedroom and on the streets. We spent our nights hunting the 'less savoury' aspects of the town, feasting on pimps, pushers and small time gangsters, we we're a regular vampiric Batman and Robin and we lived this little lie of justice quite happily for neigh on twenty years. Until, one night in 1977 our routine of the dynamic duo came crumbling down on our heads. We had been stalking what we had thought was a small time pusher, just some dumb kid supplying amphetamines to the eager fledglings of the blossoming punkrock scene. He was cute, dark blue hair teased high into a mohawk and painted on, ripped jeans. He was my choice and the prospect of feasting on him brought me great delight. As it turned out he was in far from the no-one scumbag we had thought he was, his connections had run deep into our own little night time world and his death brought a great amount of displeasure to some of the higher echelons of the vampire criminal world. With much thanks to the buzz of the underground, it didn't take long for them to discover exactly by who's hands their little pet had met his untimely end. They came for us in the middle of the day, the middle of a blazing summer's day. They dragged us through the sewers and beat us with out even the vaguest flicker of mercy. After being subjected to my screams for nigh on three hours, Jacob confessed to the murder of their pet and claimed sole responsibility. Despite my furious objections and proclamation of my involvement, I was set free, only to watch Jacob's execution.
I became deeply withdrawn and remained in hiding, feeding on vermin to keep me sustained. It wasn't until the Government eventually passed the act of giving us nocturnal folk the same rights as the rest of the humanoid population that I re-integrated myself to something resembling a life. I kicked my sorry ass into shape, hunted out all the hottest spots in town and returned to my first love, dancing. As I returned to the world that had re-discovered burlesque, I gained my former confidence and found a purpose. The vengeance of my lover's death.
Personality: On the surface, I appear to be a 'good time girl', full of piss and vinegar. The first on the dance floor and the last one out of the club. An insatiable flirt and temptress that seems only that slight margin out of reach, but just below that surface there is a lurking undercurrent of something quite different, a deep inner strength and a tempestuous rage, delve just a little bit deeper and you find a sadness and deep rooted fear of never finding love again.
Special Abilities: Apart from the basic vampiric abilities, I am a highly skilled swordswoman in the art of Iaijutsu.
Weapons of Choice: Fangs, fury and an antique, ebony sheathed katana.
Loves/Likes: The taste of fresh blood on a lovers kiss, glossy red lipstick, the thrill of the hunt, and pugs.
Hates/Dislikes: pathetic lamenting wastes of the vampire gift, that do nothing but skulk in corners and feel terribly for themselves. Betrayal by my own kind.
Fears/Phobias: Apart from the usual anti-vampire paraphernalia, only to never find love again.
Dreams/Ideals: To hunt down and slay every goddamned piece of crap involved in the death of Jacob and...maybe one day, just maybe finding someone who's arms I can fall asleep in before daybreak.
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MEMBER NAME:
XlupoldX
CHARACTER NAME:
Troy Dwyer
RACE:
Lycanthrope, Wolf
AGE:
29
SEX:
Female
HAIR:
Thick and midnight black, she wears it fairly closed cropped in the back and it hangs sweeping across her left eye in a glossy curtain that falls to just past her chin. At times it is held back with one of a vast collection of plastic barrets or one of plethora of bandannas folded into a headband
EYES:
Her eyes are large and round, swimming with a betraying sense of innocence. They glitter in a mid-chestnut brown, a starburst of reddish orange surrounding her inky-black pupils.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Troy stands at a fairly tall 5"9 and borders on the gangly boyish side. Her limbs are long, lithe and well defined. She is narrow hipped with small perfectly formed, small breasts. Her skin is a healthy shade of fresh cream, the bridge her nose and her shoulders are sprinkled with a cinnamon dusting of freckles. Her cheekbones are high and rounded, with a rosy outdoor glow. She has a small and delicately upturned nose that perfectly offsets her generous, full lips. Troy can usually be found in a pair of low-slung tight jeans, a band t-shirt and a close fitting hoodie. She's rarely seen in anything that remotely resembles girly, opting for a pair of well worn slip-on vans or chuck taylors over a pair of neck-breaking heels, any day.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS:
She has a deep dimple in her left cheek that is only ever visible when she smiles.
CHARACTER HISTORY:
Troy was the last born of the seven strong Dwyer brood and the only girl. Growing up in a house of men shaped the young girl from an early age. She kept up with the rough and tumble of her brothers, forsaking the usual little girl fare of barbie dolls and playing house, for a sturdy metal tonka truck and Star Wars gun fights. Her brother, Thomas would forever change her life when he gave her his old battered skateboard. From the moment she placed one foot on the griptape covered surface she knew that was where she was meant to be. Her natural ability was far superior to any of her brothers' attempts and by the age of 16, she was skating professionally with the Jason Lombardi endorsed 'Animal Farm' team. The team took her from her orange County home and across the country, winning sponsorships left, right and centre as she smashed decks and hearts across America.
When the preternatural world was finally revealed to the unsuspecting masses, her Mother demanded that she immediately get vaccinated, paranoid that her little girl would get ravaged by some marauding beast whilst she was on tour. In a typical sod's law twist of fate, Troy was one of a dozen people administered a tainted vaccine in her hometown clinic. Her entire family rallied around her, being supportive to the point of suffocating. She retired from skating professionally, the money from the countless sponsorships and tours all safely stashed away by her money savvy eldest brother, Leonard.
As she adapted to her new life, she came to realise that the stigma attached to being a were was one that she wore with great pride. The increased sense of freedom that her wolf form brought her gave her a new lease on life. She became active in Were Rights, being a vocal and articulate spokeswoman for her people. The small Orange County pack quickly gave her sole responsibilities for all their public relations, her bright smile and quick wit made her the ideal candidate to work towards educating people towards the thought that were-ism was more than a deadly, life crushing disease.
She found herself in Seattle at the request of her Ulfric to initiate a union between the Washington and California packs. Her easygoing personality teamed with her strong passion for her creed singled her out as the perfect woman for the job as the representative of the pack.
Her connections in Seattle opened a small business for her with the money that she wired them in preparation of her arrival. Troy was now the proud owner of her own skateshop, Animal House, along with the spacious apartment that sat in the floor above the store.
PERSONALITY:
Troy is an amazingly mellow and laid back person. Her temper is remarkably even and her fuse at times seems limitlessly long. She places family, both her biological family and her extended wolf family, above everything else. Eventhough she is the epitome of good humoured cool, she loves a good debate, using her mediator skills and intelligence to battle any argument into submission. She is very open on any subject that you could ever approach her about, her frankness at times divulging a little more than you really want to know. She's very quick to laugh and has the endearing ability to find the lighter side of a situation, but has an obscene sense of humour. She's always considered 'one of the guys' and can sometimes find dealing with other women on the difficult side.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Incredibly agile. She can soothe the most savage of beast with her melodic voice and words of reason. . . . plus all the other usual perks of lycanthropism.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Years of having six brothers play fighting with her and her time on the road with the all male skate team has hardened her to all kinds of physical abuse. Although she is far from a scrapper, she can hold her own in any given situation, relying purely on her teeth, fists, claws and wits.
LOVE/LIKES: Skating, her family, her were brethren, deafening hardcore punk, comicbooks, a good argument and sushi.
HATES/DISLIKES: Prejudice, drama, intolerance, country and western music, chick flicks and white chocolate
FEARS/PHOBIAS: She doesn't harbour any irrational fears, obviously not too keen on silver or crazed anti-were hicks with shotguns loaded with silver shot. The only thing that could ever really be constituted as a fear is the thought of losing a family member.
DREAMS/IDEALS: To be able continue the work that she has had so much success in, changing people's perceptions of were's. She also has high aspirations in being able to unify the packs littered across the globe.
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Member Name: Goosekat
Character Name: Daniel Lafeat
Thread: Anita Blake RP
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Raven Black
Eyes: Light Grey
Physical Description: Daniel is a ruggedly handsome individual. He stands 6' 3" tall in stocking feet and has a muscular build. He keeps his hair cut short, almost in a military crew cut but not quite. His eyes sparkle with an internal mischief that has gotten him into more trouble than he cares to remember. He carries himself with a military bearing that could only come from years in the service. He moves with a quickness and quietness that comes from growing up in the Bayou and years of training in stealthy movement.
Distinctive Marks/Scars/Tattoos: The U.S. Marine Corps emblem tattooed on the inside of his right forearm. His Marine Corps unit and a sniper emblem tattooed on his left shoulder. A bullet hole scar in his back, near his spine on the left, mid way down.
Character History: Daniel was born in the Bayou about sixty miles west of New Orleans. His mother and his grandmother both had the second sight, as did most of the women in his family. When he first started to get the visions at the age of three, they scared him to death and he refused to tell anyone about them. It was not until he was almost six that his mother discovered he had the talent of second sight. He did not want to nurture this particular talent, but the women folk finally convinced him to. With a little training from his mother and grandmother, he was able to finally control his gift and to call the visions to him.
Just before his twelfth birthday, his mother was killed in a car accident. Not knowing what to do with him, his father sent him away to a military academy. Excelling in the disciplined atmosphere, Daniel won many awards during his time their, especially on the shooting range where he used his gift to call the targets to him. After graduating at the top of his class at the age of sixteen, he returned home for a brief visit. Taking his grandmother with him, he went to the local Marine Corps recruiting office and, getting her to sign the enlistment papers, joined. Once again he excelled in the disciplined atmosphere of the military regimen. Daniel graduate near the top of his basic training class, then he went to advanced infantry training, and then on to sniper school.
After serving ten years as a sniper, he was discharged after taking a bullet near the spine on an operation. Daniel now works as a detective for the New Orleans Police Department where he uses his gift of second sight to help him with his cases. With the addition of the new Seattle Preternatural Unit, he has transferred to Seattle to give the unit the benefit of his expertise with things that go bump in the night.
Personality: Daniel has a bright, bubbly, out going personality that seems to infect everyone around him. He has a mischievous sense of humor that has gotten him more trouble then he wishes to remember. He laughs at just about everything in life, including what he sees on the job. It is his way of coping with the endless pain and suffering he is witness to, both in person and in his visions. When life gets to be too much for him to handle, Daniel heads to one of the local blues bars with his saxophone in hand and sits in with the local talent.
Special Abilities: Second-Sight.
Loves/Likes: His music, life, his job, Lucky (his Golden Retriever).
Hates/Dislikes: Most of the things he is witness to on the job.
Fears/Phobias: Being paralyzed, losing control of his second sight.
Dreams/Ideals: Of being able to make a difference in someone's life
Misc: Daniel uses his second sight on the job only when absolutely necessary. He prefers to do the job the old fashion way. But if there is no other way, or if he is ordered to by his superiors, he will use his gift. To use the gift, he needs to drop the mental walls that he has built up to keep the visions from happening whenever he touches another person or an object. He can also get a vision if there are enough strong emotional residues in a room. He only gets vague emotional impressions, even when actively trying to get a vision.
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MEMBER NAME: TamaRose
CHARACTER NAME: Marius Santiago
RACE: Vampire
AGE: 150
SEX: Male
HAIR: Blonde, semi-long
EYES: Blue eyes
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5' 7"
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATTOO: None..why paint the peacock?
CHARACTER HISTORY: Originally from the Mediterranean, Marius caught the attentions of Pavi, an older vampire, one who was himself turned later in life. He wanted a young, fresh companion and the half-Japanese Marius fit the bill.
It wasn't a pleasant or desired turning and the unlife that followed was sheer hell. He was bartered though various courts, never being allowed to participate but always traded to the Master of whatever city they happened to be in.
In the early 80's he was left in Vienna while his Master was forced to deal with a rival. During his master's absence, Marius discovered that he had the power to call owls; Pavi had been suppressing Marius' mastery for over a hundred years. With that knowledge in hand, Marius slipped out of Vienna, stowed away on a cargo ship and made his way to New Orleans.
Making his 'living' by playing piano at an underground jazz bar, Marius was in the Big Easy when the astonishing news of a landmark legal case reached his ears; vampires now had legal rights and could be considered citizens of the United States. He immediately applied for status.
When Hurricane Katrina ravaged his adopted home, Marius made up his mind to relocate. Hearing that another vampire was giving up on The Big Smoke, he too moved to the Emerald City and has made that city his new home.
PERSONALITY: Slightly spoiled and extremely arrogant although the arrogance is more out of fear, insecurity, and uncertainty. He doesn't like people to know that he isn't always in control and is afraid that people will find out how unsure and scared he actually is in his life... and how unlovable and broken he is on the inside. He is very curious about things and tends to get himself into some mischief and trouble when it comes to sticking his nose where it shouldn't be. It is hard for him to love and trust but it is not impossible if the right person/people come along. He can be cranky, moody, and irritable when tired or frustrated. He is a big lover of cats even though he likes all kinds of animals...unless it is on the snake or lizardy side. Secretly would love for someone to love and take care of him. Treat him like the Queen he is.
SPECIAL ABILITIES:
Flight
Unnatural Speed
Unnatural Heeling
Unnatural Senses
Ability to call owls
Telekinesis (Limited ability)
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Metal nail claws
LOVE/LIKES: Music, theater, reading, playing the violin, and piano.
HATES/DISLIKES: Anything that crawls or slithers. (Spiders, snails, bugs, and lizards)
FEARS/PHOBIAS: Fire, a stake through the heart, having his head taken off at the shoulders.
DREAMS/IDEALS: A private home in Mykonos, Greece, overlooking the water.
ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS: Nothing that I can think of.
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CHARACTER NAME: Sebastian Roberts aka Bastian, or Sabin to some
RACE: Vampire
AGE: 28 in appearance Vampire age: 29 years
SEX: MALE
HAIR: Long chestnut brown
EYES: expresso brown
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: stands 5 foot ten medium build fit but not muscle bound. toned but not chiseled.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATTOOS: Tribal stylized wolf on his chest. Right arm a weeping stone angel monument with the name Melanie on the headstone and the year 1986 He also has a stylized squid tentacle that starts at his wrist and wraps its way around is forearm ending at his Bicep. His right arm contains a black and white portrait of the mother mary. His left bicep has stylized barbed wire with blood and thorns. His back has rather detailed large piece- black and grey feathered angel wings that run down his back and the bottom ends of the wings sweep down over his hips and stop on the edge of his upper thighs.
WHY THEY ARE THE WAY THEY ARE)
Sebastian Roberts before his turning Sebastian had just graduated from business school and moonlighted as a hobby as a guitarist in a local Christian goth rock band called Testament, in St.Louis.
His other hobbies included photography and exploring the preternatural scene on the down low. The after life and what came next was always a fascination for Sebastian. When his mother passed away when he was 23 he realized he had a rather strange connection to ghosts while he mourned her passing and realized he had the ability to sense and see ghosts. He spent 3 years visiting he grave side and talking with his mother's ghost to assure her he would be okay without her in the world and completed his schooling and dropped out of his rock band to show her he was serious and self sufficient.
He was brought over in 1991 as a vampire but a rogue in the city that was looking to upturn the status quo in St, Louis unhappy with the fact the States had made vamps legal and hoping to overturn that ruling, brought over and made a dozen vampires in hopes of starving them and unleashing the feral blood lustful creatures into the city to cause chaos. He was rescued and the only one that had not succumbed to blood lust through starvation having sustained himself on the rats and small creatures that fell into his woodland prison,
He found refuge in the arms of the church of eternal life and the head of the Organization, Malcom. Where he learned to control his desire for blood and acclimized to being a vampire however he left the city once he discovered that Malcolm was going to make a pact with the Master of the city and be an ally to Jean Claude.
Having heard the rumours about the Masters ability to use the ardour and about the harem that he and his human servant had been amassing. He did not want to be a part of that world and life. He was not food or fodder for someone and had genuine fears about being used as food and fodder for Jean Claude's ever growing list of challengers and enemies or Anitas sex orgies.
Reaching out to Seattle on the downlow he asked if they would take him on as a resident and he left St. Louis with pretty much a suitcase and his guitar and made Seattle his home back in 2015.
This has brought some attention to him from Nigel and the master of the city. With the recent closure of Club Sanguinea a bleeder bar on the water front of Seattle. The master of the city bought the club out from under Morris Emerson, the former vamp owner and had it shuttered in January of this year.
He has reached out to Sebastian to have him take over and remold the former space to rebrand and launch it to turn it into something more appealing without the negative stigma. Sebastian has been working hard over the course of this year with contractors and his superiors to relaunch the space.
PERSONALITY: Sebastian is a pretty calm and easy to get along with guy. He isn't one for swearing and likes people with manners. He has a good head for business but prefers to not be cutthroat with how he runs and manages things.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Immune to silver resistant to crosses. A resident of Seattle for 4 years Sebastian has recently found out he might be more than a common vampire as he has discovered he has more going on than his normal abilities of being faster than a human or stronger and the ability to roll with is eyes. He has discovered that he is immune to silver and has since taken on wearing it as it was a prefered go to for jewelry back in his days as a mortal. Although not immune to crosses perhaps its a layover from his mortal days being faithful, crosses do not flare up around him in the same way to repel him. While they do gently glow and are warm to the touch he doesn't feel the need to run and cower from them nor do they sear flesh. He has no animal to call as of yet but maybe in the next few decades that might change.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Sebastian isn't a man of war or violence he prefers to talk his way out of situations or use his vampiric speed to run away from threats. If hard pressed he can resort on the karate lessons his mom put him in at the age of eight to eighteen. He has a black belt due to the time spent in his youth but doesn't pursue martial arts anymore.
LOVE/LIKES: Music his guitar, creating new business concepts and networking, visiting cemeteries and studying and talking with ghosts to see if he can help them cross over or find peace. Pencil Sketching, Writing music & playing as a hobby.
HATES/DISLIKES: Anti preternatural people. politics, being used, self entitled people. Swearing, egotistical people and bullies. Being Overtly promiscuous with people.
FEARS/PHOBIAS: Malcom or the Master of St. Louis trying to call him back to St. Louis
DREAMS/IDEALS: To own his own business and live a relatively peaceful and non dramatic life. Maybe starting his own ghost whisperer service and sharing his unlife with a special someone.
ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS
SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES:
He has decided to open a Dessert bar and coffee haus/ donor space called BITTEN Complete with the logo of a frosted cupcake with with two red dots on the top of the side of the frosting that could be either stylied cherries without their stems or bite marks.
Gone is the dark and dreary gothic design choices that Morris favored for a light space with wood earth tones and warm spring greens. The former club has been set up into a two part set up with a large frosted glass and wood partition that separates the back of the store for intimate booths for donors and vampires, while the front of the store holds space for 16 four person booths and the large coffee tea and dessert displays.
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MEMBER NAME: Krys
CHARACTER NAME: Malaki Deggo
RACE: VAMPIRE (Master) (From Belles Bloodline)
AGE: 250 appears 25
SEX: MALE
HAIR: long raven black hair with a streak of white threw the front
EYES: dark dark hazel almost appearing black.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 6'1, long lean muscles not exceptionally bulky.
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DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: His hair can stick out in large crowds some times as a "oh I've seen that guy around" other than that his body is almost flawless
CHARACTER HISTORY: Malaki was once a normal peasant living on a farm working the land. He never made much money and his prize possession was a small flute passed down from him from his father.He'd play when ever his spirits needed lifting and most of the night to make extra cash on the side. It was when he noticed the tones of his flute seemed to memorize animals as well as other people.
He began focusing on his talents on the barn mice and rats that gathered at the horses feet. His eerie tunes danced along the evenings air and threw the vermin's ears filling their heads with the urge to follow. Malaki grinned knowing that he had possibly found his ticket out of the small town.
At age 19 Malaki began traveling as a piper. Promising to rid towns of their pest problems for a fee. Malaki would put on a little show dancing a rat around for the people to believe his work. Upon receiving his payment and that following night played the tone that marched the rats out of town with him. However the rats never stayed away long. they always found their way home in a few days. But by that time he was long gone with their money off to scam the next town.
With a heavy purse and a full belly he found himself scamming the wrong town 6 years later. He's been a vampire from every night since. The times have changed drastically since then. As a good faith gesture the Master of his town sent Malaki as a gift of "good faith" to Seattle.
PERSONALITY: Malaki is somewhat of a Jester though sticking his foot in his mouth a few good times. He likes to play games and watch people work things threw. Other then that he's pretty easy going and has learned that some things are better left unsaid.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: has the ability to call the rat
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Hand Sickles
LOVE/LIKES: Flute
HATES/DISLIKES: He's really not a big fan of cats
FEARS/PHOBIAS: being someones slave against his will...kinda like he did to the rats and mice so many years ago.
DREAMS/IDEALS: to find someone to spend the rest of his "life" with
ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS
With his flute he has the ability to draw were rats to him but cannot control them to his will. Has the ability to hold up a glamor to appear beautiful even to other vampires so long as they are younger or weaker than him.
SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: He's bi
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MEMBER NAME: Ghostie
CHARACTER NAME: Boris Arimanius
RACE: Wererat
AGE: 30
SEX: Male
HAIR: Ginger
EYES: Brown
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: White, Caucasian, femboy, 4 feet 8 inches, lean muscle, well-toned. In rat form, ginger coloration fur, pink paws and nose.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: Emotional scarring
CHARACTER HISTORY (WHY THEY ARE THE WAY THEY ARE): It was six years ago. Boris was 24 at the time, wanting to be deflowered (lose their virginity), so they got a hooker. Little did they know, the hooker was a wererat, and that's when Boris got contracted and managed to live, yet sadly still had his virginity. But how did this come to be? The hooker was heavily into bdsm; they tied poor Boris to the bed and put a ball gag in their mouth as they began. Eventually, the hooker used a whip on him in a kinky manner, but accidentally whipped Boris so hard that there was some small amount of blood that came out of the lashing cut. It was the small amount of blood is what did the trick for them to go crazy; not in the lustful fuck their brains out way, but the going murderous rat rampage way. It was close to the full moon at the time The sexual arousal, pain, fear and blood all combined to make her lose control. While Boris still had his virginity intact, he surprisingly also had his life intact. During those six years, something inside of him clicked that made him want to join Astrid and work for her; he began liking very powerful women.
PERSONALITY: Doesn't trust anyone or anything. Those he does trust, he seems to be rather warm to. Switch between dom and sub.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Stealth
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Tail, claws, teeth, and swords. Katanas are his blade of choice.
LOVE/LIKES: Astrid, swords, pizza, and "dommy mommies"
HATES/DISLIKES: Hookers, candy corn on pizza
FEARS/PHOBIAS: Hookers, spiders, and most bugs
DREAMS/IDEALS: Boris doesn't really want much in life. He is a simple man (also rat) who just wants lots of pizza, and to be claimed by a dommy mommy.
ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS: Boris may be small, but his rat form is about two to three times his size; big things come in small packages.
SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: Boris's last name ironically is derived from the Greek god Arimanius, who favored rats as his chosen animal. Preferred pronouns are he/them.