Bump in the Night [Interest Check | Recruitment] -- Always Recruiting!

[Esoteric Myobi]

It's easier if you PM to us first so we can discuss any changes that need to be made or go over plot points for your character without cluttering this thread :-)

[Relikai]

It's easier if you PM to us first so we can discuss any changes that need to be made or go over plot points for your character without cluttering this thread :-)

Aright! Kind of a dumb question, but who's the other GM to PM ?

[Autumn Sativus]

It would be wise to read the entire first post, and the whole of the thread, before signing up. ;)

[Relikai]

It would be wise to read the entire first post, and the whole of the thread, before signing up. ;)

Ah.

Reading it in the morning does have it's drawbacks  ;D

[Esoteric Myobi]

-slides a steaming mug of black coffee across to Relikai- ;D

[Relikai]

-slides a steaming mug of black coffee across to Relikai- ;D

Coffee is bad for me...

I was zoned out after a lecture once I ordered two unsweetened cups of coffee (Instead of Tea). I practically laughed at the thought of someone ordering two of such drinks, till I realised it was myself...

Alright, app's being made.

[Esoteric Myobi]

Seeing as how we've hit ten approved character sheets so far, [here] is our OOC thread. We'll be updating during the week to fill in things that are currently incomplete. :-)

So thrilled and excited by all the amazing players/characters we've received so far! ^^

[BitterSweet]

Approved character!

Name: Hank Breakenridge
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality:  heteroflexible
Character Type: Docebat
Appearance: Lanky and dark haired, frequently a little scruffy with clever black eyes and a scar running down his temple and cheek.  He smokes, drinks, laughs easily but always with a watchful glint in his gaze.
Skills: Con artist: Card sharp, pool shark, credit card scammer; Hank makes his way by convincing people to ‘help’ him, lend him a couple of bucks, let him crash on their couch, tell him about the new neighbors.  He’s excellent at reading people’s weaknesses and exploiting them, quickly gaining at least a surface trust and moving on before people realize he’s been leading them on the entire time.  These cluster of skills allow him to gain information and get out of tight spots but it’s not true loyalty and won’t last long or up to much scrutiny.  Like all scam artists, he’s mistrustful by nature.
Folk Magic: Learned from other monster killers, Hank knows what wolfsbane looks like and when to harvest it, how to pluck a mandrake root to preserve its power and which monsters are vulnerable to iron, or silver, or ash wood.  His knowledge is limited mostly to; identification, protection from, and destruction of monsters - no love potions, or money charms or big tomes of angelic names.  He has a working knowledge of latin and greek, and a scattershot familiarity with the different types of monsters in the world (and some idea of their vulnerability).  It’s not academic information so the anthropological whys and historic mentions are entirely absent from his skill set.
Scrapper: Over the years, Hank’s faced off against drunks and draugar, cops and cupabaya, men and monsters.  So, he’s learned to fight hard and dirty and to use whatever’s to hand to take down his opponent.  He has a knife made of metoric iron, not of this earth, and useful against a range of beasties.  There’s no finesse in his fighting, and he’s mediocre at best with guns.
Personality: Hard drinking, hard working and just a bit too soft-hearted for his own good.  He clannish - it’s hard to earn his true loyalty if you’re not family, but he keeps his word and does what needs to be done.  He’s not one to talk much about himself, but keeps his ears peeled for other people’s secrets.  He also holds grudges like they’re gold, but is endlessly forgiving to those he loves.  As far as he’s concerned, a monster is a monster but he’s aware there’s a time and place for everything and mostly focuses on monsters actively preying on people.
Backstory: Hank’s from a family of monster hunters, a loose association of good ol boys, rednecks, down home folks, and off the grid enthusiasts who’ve known about and pursued monsters for generations.  Raised to the game, he hunted with his uncle and cousins and met his girlfriend a few years ago, a woman who turned him on and burned him up like no one else.  She joined his family and the little group did their thing, taking down whatever was hiding in the night with prejudice.  There wasn’t nothing he’d do for her, until a year ago when everything went to shit.  Hank still doesn’t remember that night too well but his uncle and cousins were killed, him nearly so, and his girl is gone.  He’s going to find the terrible creature who did it all and make it pay.
Character Ons/Offs: His heart still belongs to his girl but that doesn’t mean Hank doesn’t like a wild night on the town.  Rough, semi-public and risky sex, enthusiastic and noisy, oral - giving and receiving - being held down and having his cock ridden, blow jobs in alleys.  He’s mostly attracted to women but won’t turn down a guy’s offer to suck his dick.  Despite the tendency to roughhousing, he’s not into pain or dominance, or forcing anyone - he wants a partner as wild as he is.

[Aeons]

Name: Gilles Odhow (Ghillie dhu Theig)
Age: 312
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Character Type: Tenebris (Fae)

Skills:

• Heart's Desire: The fae are adept at giving humans what it is that they think they want.  The power is amorphous, adjusting itself to the supplicant.  It might give them luck, cause someone to fall in love with them, allow them to find or gain wealth, or cause someone to fall dead.  This is not really under the fae's control, but comes as a consequence of the magic and the contract.  Because of course the supplicant must promise something to the fae in turn.  The fae cannot lie, so the wording of the promise is very important.
• Mental Manipulation: Many fae can fool with the minds of mortals, causing them confusion or temporary memory loss, causing them to lose a sense of reality or see visions, or give them powerful emotions of pleasure, pain, lust, or anger. They can easily deceive or charm humans that do not possess a strong will.
• Child of Nature: Fae are creatures of the earth in a way mortals are not, and the world responds to them differently.  They find it easy to move through difficult terrain, see no matter the light, hide in the smallest shadow, or cause the natural environment to react to them as they wish.  As an Unseelie, Gilles has a particular affinity with darkness, night, and the earth.

Appearance: In his human guise, Gilles is a slender, beautiful man with dark curling hair and piercing blue eyes.  His mouth is almost always crinkling into a slight smile, no matter the situation or topic, and so in contrast when his face grows serious it carries an inordinate sense of command.  He is always dressed well--not necessarily formally, but every article seeming well-tailored even if it is a leather jacket, or a pair of comfortable pants.  He moves with a grace that is truly unearthly, as if he is only partly here in the physical world.

In his true form, Gilles is an exaggerated version of what he seems to be.  His body is taller, his hair darker and uncommonly fine.  His skin is unmarred, his eyes in fact nearly black.  His face is less human, fine, high cheekbones beyond the normal range, ridges in his skull which suggest some sort of creature from another world.  His fingers are longer, slender, and tipped with iron-like nails. Though alien looking, he exudes a sense of beauty and charm that affects most humans.

Personality: Like most of his people, Gilles is mercurial at heart, finding it in his nature to shift from one thought, one stance, one idea, one passion, or one plan to another in the blink of an eye. He in no way considers consistency a virtue, and at times may change direction simply because it amuses him the way mortals protest this.

There are those fae, the Seelie court in particular, who look somewhat kindly on mortals, but that is not how Gilles was raised.  He enjoys them, but at best he will do so as a pet, and at worst as sport, or a pest.  He finds their short, earnest lives amusing, and cannot get enough of how stridently they wish for the smallest things with all of their small mortal hearts.  He often enjoys giving them what they want, for a price, if only because it nearly always makes them less happy than they began.  Though it is also amusing to string them along and then refuse to help them.  He tends to position himself as a helpful creature, with the power to fulfill a human's every wish, for a price which often seems small.  It is in this way he most often interacts with the humans of New Orleans.

Mortals also amuse Gilles because they think of themselves as mighty creatures of passion, and yet they pale in this sense when it comes to the fae.  The fae realm and fae blood runs with passion itself, in the brightest and darkest colors, and compared to this human emotions are only a flicker. He has the ability to allow a human to perceive a slightly expanded spectrum of pleasure, pain, passion, or heartbreak, and he enjoys doing so, particularly because a human can never be the same after that.  For this reason humans are sometimes entertaining partners, and over the years he has had many dalliances with mortals, and mortals who he has brought into the fae realm, to be tormented by delight, or blissful in torture. 

Despite the darkness inside of Gil, he comes across as an amused and amusing lighthearted fellow.  He takes little offense and only scant interest, always with a smile on his lips and a kind or charming word to say. Even when negotiating a deal with a mortal, Gil comes across as likeable and on their side, concerned for their well-being and interested in their problems.  It takes some digging to get past the surface charm.

Gilles has the standard weaknesses that fey creatures possess, including an aversion to iron, and the inability to lie.  While he will talk circles around you, manipulate you, and bend his words as much as possible, he will not say an untruth.  And he can be driven away by a piece of iron, kept from a door with a horseshoe, or kept out of an area with an iron fence.

Backstory: Gilles's people have inhabited the area that became New Orleans for millennium.  They saw the Native American people when they first arrived in the lands, and haunted or toyed with them ever since, until the Europeans drove them away.  The mound which leads to the realm Gilles calls home was there when New Orleans was settled and the city grew up around it.  He remembers when the mortal world outside was nothing but empty bayou, a few human homes here and there, and he has seen all that came since.

Gilles's family is a member of what is broadly called the Unseelie Court, best understood by humans in its English form, but existing in some way across the world wherever the faerie realm touches the mortal realm.  His people are tricksters, villains, and creatures of dark desires, but their mercurial nature means they may treat a mortal well simply as a whim.  They have often procreated with the humans of the area, or swapped a human baby for a fae changeling.  The mortals have, when need drives them, come to the fae asking for favors, though the unseelie drive a very hard bargain, and their gifts often bite back.

Gilles himself was a changeling, a fae babe placed in the cradle of an early settle of New Orleans by his father.  What deal led to such a swap Gilles does not know, but he grew as a young lad in a mortal home, beginning his fascination with the mortal creatures.  As an adolescent, when his nature became apparent and his sexuality emerged, he returned to the faerie realm, and has passed between the two ever since.  Time passes differently within the fae realm, and so while Gilles has lived for 312 human years, his perception of the growth of New Orleans has been quite different, emerging to find it twice as large as he last saw it, or otherwise greatly changed. He enjoys the presence of so many mortals, and as time goes on spends more and more time in the mortal realm.  However, he takes it with very little seriousness, considering it something odd that has popped up at his doorstep and very likely will be gone the next time he emerges. 

Character Ons/Offs: Gilles experiences pleasure and passion on a level beyond the mortal spectrum, and so even the most routine act of sexuality among the fae is a thing of wonder.  When it comes to humans, much of his pleasure comes from toying with them, whether their minds or their bodies.  He might manipulate their mind so that they feel some bit of the pleasure he does, often making them insatiable addicts for the experience ever after.  Or he might use his fae grace, stamina and centuries of skill to give them an experience which no human is meant to experience.

However, the Unseelie live in the shadows, and it is dark passions which they enjoy the most.  For them pain can be pleasure, and giving pain the most pleasure of all.  They enjoy commanding and controlling others as well, so any element of BDSM can be a a joy for them.  There too, they can make a mortal feel true pleasure at excruciating pain, or can manipulate their minds to want what was once truly taboo to them.  These elements of control, power, raw sexuality, pain, excess, and manipulation are Gilles's greatest desires.[/list]

[YourTroubleMaker]

I call dibs on Evan Peters as a faceclaim by the way. :)

[Autumn Sativus]

Name: Dom André
Age: Appears to be in his mid twenties, perhaps late twenties. Actual age is… old (he doesn’t really keep track of birthdays okay?).
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Character Type: Tenebris
Skills:

• Omnilingual A sly tongue in any language, Dom has been around the world enough times to know his way through every language as though it was his first. Even Lily borrows a favor from his translation skills now and again.
• Sixth Sense Dom can sense other  power nearby, the stronger the power, the farther away he can sense the item or being. Similarly he can get brief flashes of events before they happen when stepping through a ‘threshold’ or touching a significant item. The flashes are usually scattered pictures of potential outcomes of the current path.
• Glamor An ability to temporarily persuade someone that many of his kind have, a glamor allows Dom to convince others of things that might not be true. This may include manipulating their belief of his appearance, the course of events that have taken place, etc. These effects are usually short lived (less than one day).

Appearance:
Standing at 6’3” on an athletic frame, Dom is not the type of man to be ignored when glancing through a room. His striking black hair and often full grown and well groomed beard tend to garner him a lot of attention with the ladies (which he is more than happy to accept), especially being so striking against his pale skin. Straight, sharp, strikingly white teeth and soft brown eyes perfectly compliment his surprisingly deep voice, which can range from quite rough to smooth as butter depending on what he’s after… or what mood he’s in.

His body is a work of art, a number of tattoos adorning his skin. Some of the art on his body includes the image of a woman’s face on his left shoulder along with the image of brass knuckles. Under his collarbone on the right side “live for yourself” is scrawled, and “love kills” adorns his right arm near the inside of his elbow.

Personality:
Depending on whether he likes you or not, Dom’s personality can swing from that of the first sweet refreshing sip of tea to the flames of hot asphalt licking the bottoms of your feet on a hot summer day. To put it quite simply, he doesn’t give a fuck. Too many years of dealing with humanity’s bullshit have hardened him to feelings and Dom lives only for worldly pleasures at this point. He can usually be found indulging on sex, drugs of interest, and other human contraband unless something more entertaining comes his way.

Despite looking like one and having much the attitude of the modern “douchebag”, Dom at his core is a true gentleman. To earn his true affection would be a miracle - his heart hardened after losing so many friends and lovers through the ages, though somewhere deep inside him lies a man who can be beautiful and love deeply.

On a day to day basis Dom is generally quite pleasant. He chooses his words carefully and keeps his tongue and mind sharp. People like him and he keeps a pretty smile on his face to ensure they continue to do so. Unless someone upsets him, he’s unlikely to treat them with anything but the most gentlemanly of manners.

Backstory:
An old vampire who has kept himself relatively off the radar for many centuries, Dom has joined and left and joined the cause of the Lux many times through the centuries. As it stands, he couldn’t care any less about morals or humans and simply wants to enjoy the pleasures of life while they’re still good. Sometimes he enjoys taking care of a human pet for a while - something to occupy his mind, like a puzzle to play with, to crack the code and leave lying scattered on the floor for the next child to find and put together.

Through the years of his life Dom has lived all over the world, taken the time to get accustomed to the cultures and languages of the many places people thrive in this world. He uses his many accents (and tongues) and olive toned skin to keep himself looking exotically appealing no matter where he might be living. His sly tongue and pretty words in that deep exotic voice make him a hit with the ladies (and the guys) and Dom is more than happy to indulge those interested, at least if he finds them appealing. He is the definition of a playboy, sometimes just for sex but often with more sinister desires, though a gentleman at least until he gets his way.

The many faces he has worn and the people he has been blur together for Dom, he doesn’t quite remember it all anymore - there is simply too much. He writes it all in his journals, which line the walls of his study in the large manor he calls his home. Few ever see the inside, but if they do, they’re most certain to have a good time. Well that or a rather bad one. Meh. Either way he’ll be having a good time.

In most recent history Dom lived in Spain, then briefly travelled to India for something a bit different. The US was home, though, and Dom had been travelling Europe and Asia for a few hundred years too long without a break to enjoy the beaches and nightlife of the city he called his home… New Orleans. Some ten or fifteen years ago (Dom really doesn’t keep track of time…) perhaps, he bought a big place on the water for himself and has been working the scene here for a while. When he’s bored of human women he comes to the Black Swamp Tavern looking for a more interesting meal.

Character Ons/Offs:
Ons: Dom likes to play the seduction game and enjoys getting rough with his meals before he eats them. A ‘bit’ of a sadist, he prefers to keep his prey alive for a while or to let them go and spread their insane stories over finishing them all in one meal. A willing supernatural who can afford him a good meal of some strong blood is always a good time. Dom tends to be more of a Dom in the bedroom, but he’s been known to switch once in a while (it gets old after this long). He loves to tease and make his ‘victim’ (whether they actually are or not) want him beyond a point of thought.
Offs: Being told no, bratty/prissy boys/girls, untamed body hair.

[YourTroubleMaker]

Name: Reinhardt Terell Fouchs (Reynard The Fox)
Age: 868 (Possibly older, but this is the first written instance of Reynard in Latin Literature in Ysengrimus by Nivardus of Ghent who may or may not have met Reynard in person.)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Character Type: Lux (Neutral)

Skills:

• High Intelligence/Inherent clever nature: Since the trickster folk god is well over eight hundred years old he has obviously learned a wealth of information and has the ability to back that knowledge up with the greatest of ease. Especially when working a situation out in his favor as is his want to do.
• Persuasion/Deception:Credited with having a silver tongue, Reynard is able to persuade and dissuade any person he talks to. In addition, he can also mess with people's heads and implant or erase short term memories making it hard for them to figure out fact from lies. Furthermore, this also helps with misdirection where he gains the targets attention away from the point so that he becomes the sole focus for a brief period.
• Magical Ability/Aptitude:First of all, magic is real. Secondly, it's a pain in the butt to learn, but Reynard has spent over eight hundred years learning it from all over the globe so he is what some might call a "Master Magician". But all this power comes at a cost. The stronger a spell or incantation is, the more energy it takes to use. For instance, every one hundred years, he creates a new body so that his form will remain on Earth. This effort takes a lot or energy out of him and usually requires the help of two other magically inclined people. However, he also knows basic magic which many attribute as "stage magic" but is quite real all the same which helps him con people out of money with the greatest of ease. (NOTE: If you have ever seen the TV series called The Magicians or read the books written by Lev Grossman, the magic Reynard uses is in keeping with this style.)

Appearance: Normally, Reinhardt chooses the unconventionally handsome form that he has come accustomed to in the last one hundred years. He looks to be about in his early to mid twenties and due to his magical abilities, he keeps it that way.

Personality: Ever the trickster, he loves to mess with other people from simple and harmless pranks to serious and grievous crimes that would make the skin of people crawl with sheer underhandedness. Reynard by all means is not to be trusted, but always manages to get people to follow him with such zeal that many would wonder whether he was real or just the underhanded nature of mankind that influences everyone.

Backstory: Born from the raw and untamed collective consciousness of the French people and put into the physical realm around 1148-1153 by Nivardus of Ghent in the first tale written in Latin called Ysengrimus. However, before this, he was said to exist in the peasant-folklore of the area of Modern day France. In actuality, he has always existed just under different names; Reinaert to the Dutch, Renart to the Germans, Renartus to the Latins but it is understood that he made his way around Europe but never straying too far from the agreeable climate of France. So, it is obvious that when the chance to change his location but still keep his positively French roots, he crossed the Atlantic to held found the area now know as Louisiana with the rest of the Frenchmen who did in 1699. Reynard himself along with a few of his fellow colonists founded the city of New Orleans in 1718 wherein he interred a bit of his magic into the founding stones of the city itself which is what gives the city it's je ne sais quoi. That feeling of mischief, mystery, and intrigue to the city? That's because Reynard gave a small piece of himself into the city in order to help make the city into something more special that most know or realize. However, in the years that have gone on, his feelings of uncaring about the human people have made things difficult for him. He just drifts about the markets, bars, and stalls of the city languidly moving without a care in the world. He is rather well known by all but the basic humans who live in the city. People steer clear of him, but those who he calls "friends" or "acquaintances" greet him with some fair skepticism. However, he is what the magical community call a "Lux" or reformed magical being. Essentially, he's the most neutral a being can be and still exist. He helps both magical and humans alike, for an obvious but fair fee.

Character Ons/Offs: At the ripe old age eight hundred and sixty-eight, he has experienced so much in his life so the idea of an on or off is rather humorous. He prefers women whether he himself is physically a woman or man. His predilections and sexual inclinations tend to run the gamut of BDSM to exhibitionism, to all manner of other activities. However, if there is something he is against, he will flat out refuse it. Furthermore, Raynard is what many would call a "Dom" or Dominant person. 

[Esoteric Myobi]

Lost power for a few hours yesterday and was busy catching up on things so completely forgot to update the main post until now!

Also calling dibs on Nyle DiMarco ;)

[Aida Rose]

Oh my god I love him! He's such a sweetheart. And hot also x)

(I haven't really watched the show, but I've seen tons of gifs and clips on tumblr of him being just very hot and kind.) 

[Autumn Sativus]

I've seen tons of gifs and clips on tumblr of him being just very hot

Fixed that for you.

Also YES.

[Esoteric Myobi]

-gigglefits- Yesss, I can't get enough of him <3~!!!

[Adonis]

This is a tentative possibility for me, depending on time constraints in the next two weeks that may occur.

Also, just shared this with Saffron - Derwaysh's avatar... it dances perfectly in time to the theme music for this, and my sides hurt I'm laughing so hard. Like... legit tears.

[Derwaysh]

I dance, therefore I am. 8-) (And do consider joining! We've some fantastic writers here!)

Also my character sheet's almost done. Standby dear GMs. ;D

[Elysian Radiance]

Derwaysh, every time I see your avatar my brain just screams, "I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!"

Every.

Single.

Fucking.

Time.

I love it.

[LamentingQuill]

Derwaysh, every time I see your avatar my brain just screams, "I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!"

Every.

Single.

Fucking.

Time.

I love it.

Omg! I totally agree with you, Elysian! -does the King Julian butt wiggle with Elysian-

[Derwaysh]

Fizacally feet! Fizacally feet! Fizacally-fizacally-Fizacally feet! ;D

[Derwaysh]

Name: Damien Rowe
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual (O/Os as per writer’s in the signature).
Character Type: Docebat

Skills:

• Silver Tongue: Ability to talk his way out of difficult moments and convincing people by saying all the right things. A good diplomat who can gauge situations and bring arguments to a close is always worth their salt, especially during moments of conflict. A skill nurtured in the military via various officer ranking programs, Damien has been observed to say all the right things almost akin to being in his fellow negotiator’s head, a claim Damien denies vehemently since it is not only impossible from what he knows but also an unethical invasion of privacy.
• Crisis Chieftain: Ability to act efficiently under pressure, irrespective of the amount of stress that a situation places on one’s shoulders, is a trait forged as much in characteristic as in training. Whilst there is a distinction between standing one’s ground and exercising discipline, Damien is equally adept at advancing and retreating whenever a moment is most opportune as depicted via his squad maneuvering during training exercises.
• Tranquility: Ability to touch someone in a manner that is both calming and stress relieving. Sometimes mistaken for a skill in massages, Damien understands the virtues of a gentle squeeze of one’s hand or a brush against their face can make all the difference in the world whilst trying to convince them to do the right thing. Whilst being physical in said manner is not always the answer - and can sometimes be construed - Damien has had enough experience to know when just the right amount of touch can go a long way.

Appearance: Thick mop of dark brown hair nestles neatly upon a face which sports sideburns and bushy eyebrows; one can almost be forgiven for identifying the bloke as ‘intense’ with a lot going on in the background. However a closer glance - and usually longer one - reveal an aura both comforting and cheery, and the sharp nose upon sharper cheekbones often assist in coming upon said conclusion. Damien’s tall frame reaches almost 6’1 under certain light, encompassing broad shoulders on a lithe and athletic frame that can appear a bit lanky at times.

Personality: Damien is the kind and loving sort to a fault; oft mistaken to be submissive to the whims of those stronger and more vocal than him. Possessed by traits that almost border to extreme on the gentle side as he seeks to help those around him. With a penchant to particularly cater to the lonely and isolated types, Damien in his travels is sometimes mistaken for an inquisitive and talkative sort who appears to almost carry a conversation all by himself. Hardly ever deterred by appearances or what society considers ‘vile’, Damien instead seeks to locate the troubled and the difficult. Absolutely adamant in his convictions, Damien’s belief in his cause allows him the fervour that he is in the right so therefore everyone opposing him - or opposing the cause of co-existence and tranquility betwixt all creatures - is in the wrong and that makes him narrow-minded at times. Quick to admonish the meritocratic test, Damien insists everyone has a role to play in society irrespective of the skills they bring to the table. At his best he is flexible, kind, undeterred and passionate. At his worst Damien can be stubborn, sentimental, belligerent and narrow-minded.

Backstory: Damien works diligently to guide the supernatural to a path of active reconciliation and co-existence with life around them, as per Centra Corp.’s principles now, but life was not always simple and seldom made sense in the beginning. Born shortly after the Falklands war on a British base in Argentina, Damien lost both of his parents in the early years of his life. His mother to a hunting accident and his father against the bitter whims of drinking brought upon by a dwindling military career and the loss of a spouse who forged all the Yins to his Yang. At age 5 he found himself taken under the military’s wing and immediately sent to an orphanage back in Britain where he was raised till the age of 12.

Damien had the choice of either continuing his upbringing near Norfolk, or going to a military boarding school elsewhere to train as a cadet. Considering how the army was his second family he agreed on the latter but found education to pale in comparison to wisdom he acquired via experience. It did not take long for him to become noticed by someone bearing his namesake. Another ‘Damien’ as he liked to call him (real name, ‘Dave Monroe’), an adult who acted a mentor and a guide to prove to him his potential was a gift that would allow many a forsaken soul to find their true path in life. After all, finding such creatures was one matter, convincing them towards a path of co-existence wholly another, and sometimes the latter required more effort and patience than the former. The other Damien, the elder one, allowed him the reprieve of mind that none of it mattered. He had a gift and that gift was there to serve one purpose; to find and guide beings like himself.

He was very happy to be transferred to a base in Hawaii for a joint US/UK training exercise until his commission came to an end. When asked by the elder if he would be willing to join the newly established Centra Corp. in New Orleans, a facility that excels in finding creatures akin to himself to provide them employment and a community of acceptance and understanding, Damien signed up immediately. The camaraderie of various cultures and diverse backgrounds was the perfect place for a new Docebat to be a part of.

But affairs have not been as easy to manage as he would have liked; many bumps in the night are often only uneven ridges against the contours of life and not challenges that he had been seeking. Dave is seldom around to guide Damien because of matters that take him out of the city and counsel conducted is usually limited. Initiums are never easy to come by either and those on the forefront usually find themselves on the wrong end of societies that vilify them for who they are. Damien continues to travel all over the American peninsula in search for souls he can save, hoping his efforts would be rewarded by an understanding of his own potential and all the good it can do for this world and others. 

[Twisted iN Tux]

Name: Sid Lukia aka Kheziga the First
Age: Allegedly Born in 543 B.C., Sid is Ancient
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Character Type: Tenebris

Appearance: Like a traditional chimera, one could say that Sid has many faces, although, unlike the allegedly mythical beast, he thankfully does not have many heads. During the early morning hours and afternoon, Sid usually appears as an athletically-built young man in his prime. He tends to have shoulder-length, golden-brown hair and silver-grey eyes, as well as a neatly trimmed beard. As the day progresses, thou, Sid begins to mature into his older, far more physically-imposing self, appearing to be in his mid to late thirties or forties. His shoulder-length hair becomes longer and fuller, like a lion's mane, and his eyes, once filled with a keen intelligence, appear more innocent and childlike as his mind begins to shift and grow dim. His toned body becomes much more thickly muscled and his stature increases by nearly a foot all in preparation for his third phase. Once the sun sets - and it's not a full moon cycle - Sid takes on his true form which is that of a blood-thirsty, fire-breathing hybrid. With the head of a lion, the body of a hyena, and the tail of a scorpion, he appears exactly as one would think such a nightmarish creature should; however, come daybreak, he shifts back to his original boyish form and the vicious cycle begins again.   

Skills

• Poison Craft: Able to secrete his own lethal venom, both from his humanoid genitalia and chimeran tail, Sid already had a pretty good grasp on the subject matter; however, once he began to learn that there were dozens, if not hundreds of other poisons in the world, he became obsessed with understanding them all. A self-proclaimed connoisseur, Sid discovered over the countless years that he'd been dabbling in the craft that he is virtually immune to all of them save one: cicuta douglasii or water hemlock. Flourishing in the Central and Western parts of North America, a far more potent variety has begun to crop up in the South, which both excites and unsettles Sid, seeing that he now has a new specimen to research, but also a far more lethal threat to his own well-being.
• Survival Instincts: At his core, Sid is more animal than man, therefore, he is far more in tune with the natural world around him. This means that he is much better at hunting and foraging - as well as finding or creating shelter, communicating with other animals, and predicting changes in the weather - than your typical skilled human. He's also become very adept at spotting a supernatural being in their animal form, particularly when they try to mix in with a cluster of similar creatures.
• Thievery: Soft footed, nimble fingered, and gracefully agile - at least when he is in his youthful form - Sid certainly has a knack for taking that which doesn't belong to him. Be it pickpocketing or slight of hand tricks, wall-scaling or ledge-balancing - both skills that come in handy when breaking and entering - his posh lifestyle virtually depends on his expertise in this particular skill. Granted, it doesn't hurt that he has a built-in disguise, so even if someone were to actually catch a glimpse of him, by the time the authorities put two and two together, the youthful version of himself, the one who tends to do most of the thieving mid-day near the cusp of his transformation, would no longer exist.

Personality: As a handsome youth, Sid is at his best. His mental capacity is far greater, as is the control he has over his physical form. During this stage, he tends to be sociable, flirty, and bright; however, as he begins to approach his next shape, his mind starts to wander. Still friendly and a bit more playful even, the man that he becomes is far more simple-minded and, at times, surprisingly vulgar and sexual. Little by little, as the hours pass by, he then starts to become even more crude, more animalistic. Thoughts that were once conveyed with words are suddenly expressed in a series of grunts and his actions are much more lumbering and thug-like. Fast forward a couple of hours more and the man can barely speak, let alone perform even the simplest of tasks; however, once he has shifted into his chimera form he regains much of his keen intellect and physical prowess.         

Backstory: Born in the region that is currently known as Turkey, just to the south of Olympos in a small village within Ceneviz Limani, Sid was originally known as Kheziga, First Dynast of Lycia. A benevolent ruler at the start, it would take only a handful of years to corrupt the young king. Despised by his people for his deceitful ways, it wouldn't be long before they rose up against him. Enlisting the help of his only son, Kheziga's own Council of Elders would use the future heir to lure his two-faced father away from the capital city and into a trap that would not only rid them of the man, but, unbeknownst to them, change him forevermore.

Brought to an unassuming cave under the false pretense that it was the newly discovered, secret location of a lesser known deity's vault of worldly possessions, Kheziga would soon find himself confronted by the mythical creature known as The Chimera. Instantly overpowered and brutally violated by the beast, its venom would work its magic upon the man transforming him into one of its own kind. Feeding off of his core tendencies of pride and hypocrisy, as well as his inclination to essentially corrupt and destroy those around him, Kheziga found himself turned into a triumvirate of God's creatures who personified such behaviors. In addition to being transformed into such a horrific creature, he would also find himself constantly reminded of the magnanimous man he once was by also taking the shape of the handsome youth he was at the start of his reign.

Banished to an immortal life lived mostly in shadows and shame, it would take Kheziga hundreds of years to come to terms with who and what he now was. Wandering the earth in search of a cure, in search of anything that would release him from this altered state, he would slowly come to realize that he wasn't alone in the world. It appeared that there were others just like him, those who were living dual lives - such as werefolk and fae - but boldly doing so among the human species. Finding himself mostly reintegrated back into society, after observing and then spending time among others of his kind, Kheziga made his way towards the promised land of America.

Known for its melting-pot mentality, he assumed it would be the safest of places to take up residency. Seeing this as an opportunity for a fresh start, he willingly shed his birth name and took up the alias Sid Lukia, which was given to him upon passing through the immigration offices of Ellis Island. Unable to explain himself clearly enough, what with his heavy, Mediterranean accent, the clerk misunderstood him when he attempted to detail his origins. Grasping at the name Sidarous, which was what Ceneviz Limani became in Greek, as well as Lukia for Lycia, a new personality was born; however, as fresh as he wanted this new start to be it ended up being downright rotten, for at the time of his arrival, America was far from the idealistic land it lauded itself to be.

Turning to a life of crime to make ends meet, Sid swiftly became an expert thief. Skills he had only dabbled in in the past were now coming in quite handy, allowing him to amass enough of a tidy sum to travel far away from the throngs of New York City. Longing for a quieter way of life, similar to what he once had as a young boy and king, Sid made his way to the Deep South having heard rumors of a particularly charming city by the sea or, more specifically, a supernatural haven fit for someone exactly like him.

Arriving in New Orleans at the turn of the last century, Sid continued to work the streets both as a thief and a whore; however, as the years went on his desire to acquire more wealth drove him to take up larger heists. By the time the Roaring 20's came to be, the young man had certainly made a name for himself as the "go to guy" for both big-time burglaries and anonymous assassinations. If someone had an issue that needed to be taken care of in a swift and covert way, they went to Sid, and one way or another by poison or by a bayou hunt in the dead of night, he would take care of his clients little problem.   

Fast forward to the here and now, and, well, Sid is no longer a heister or hitman for hire. Those dark days are mostly behind him, save the occasional necessary killing when someone gets too close to his treasure-laden lair located out in the middle of some backwater bayou. No, instead, he is currently on a one man mission to procure a rumored remedy for his ancient affliction. There have been whisperings of a serum that can be taken that will give a shapeshifter such as Sid total control over how and when he changes. This, to a man who has lived for thousands of years under such a sinister spell, seems both too good to be true, and yet, too tempting not to pursue even for a few hundred years or so.       

Character Ons/Offs: The same as my own and Jackson's, which is essentially unlimited when it comes to anything of a sexual nature!

[Twisted iN Tux]

Faceclaiming Cole Monahan and Brock O'Hurn for Sid. Please and thank you.

[Kuroneko]

Tentatively interested >.>