(Interest Check)Dangerous, Wicked Games: Las Vegas, Nevada|Mercyverse|

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Quote from: Ray Banner on April 09, 2013, 03:33:52 PM
Just waiting on Hekate to give me the go for the Alpha, or someone running one of the seethes. I have the characters ready, will make the tweaks and put them up as soon as I hear from her. :-)

Ray! We do need an alpha as well as a head of the seethe ^.^

Diablerie

Quote from: Photo on April 08, 2013, 06:40:38 PM
Edited, ready for approval, I think





Name: Talulah Powma "Rain" - "Heavy Rain" - "Leaping water"

Age: Twenty six (November 20: 3:15 a.m.)

Race: Walker

Powers: Can effectively transform into a Raven at will. Rain is also sensitive to magics, and it's not difficult for her to identify vampires, fae, werewolfs, and/or witches. Further, Rain can feel death. When something dies, she senses it, no matter the distance. However, the closer she happens to be to the incident, the more intense the experience. She feels it like a sound, and a light, it's not particularly scary, or intimidating. It all depends on how much or how little Rain cares about the being that is losing it's life.

Career: Rain grew up on the reservation in Lyon county. She was fourteen when life begin to take every twist and turn for the odd. For now, We'll say that Rain is one of the best bartenders in Vegas. Customers don't particularly like her, it's her employers that benefit from her. She pours drinks properly without under or over serving. She holds her own in arguments with belligerent men. She's gorgeous, and she shares tips with the tills. She's worked all over town, but prefers to work in Casinos, the reasons are succinct as follows: People lose their entire bank accounts there, it's funny to her - Rain is a predator, and the Casino's are full of prey (metaphorically) - the men tip higher - the women don't talk to her as much as bars and clubs - drinks are more expensive, therefor, it's a better environment to work in. - Prostitutes go from one way to another, she lives vicariously through them, watching them, and hiring them on occasion. - she can smoke inside. - they wages are good. - The list goes on.


Personality: Rain is dark, demented, unfocused, and full of character flaws. She does get sick enjoyment out of other's suffering. Within this, is the idea that one must suffer in order to grow, and Rain knows this at the center of her being. The humor comes from the fact that people usually handle these situations poorly. This is more prominent in her exchange with strangers. She does exude this energy with her friends as well, typically helping through the scenarios, rather than just blowing a chuckled breathe of smoke in their face. Rain prefers a large circle of friends, for she is an intensly social woman. She has learned to appreciate company of honest folks, and she does treat her friends with utmost respect most of the time.

She's a sexual creature, and a lot of her thought-patterns revolve around getting laid. She is incredibly persuasive, and creative with her language. It almost seems like she can talk ideas into people's heads, forcing them to bide by her will. Of course, she has no real power in this sense, unless one considers her sexuality and her charisma as power. She prefers to dance alone, or with multiple partners, this is the exact opposite in the bedroom. Rain is not an artist, by any stretch of the word, she is an oppurtunist, a trickster, and devious.  Drunk, she gets angry fast, and only the prospect of middle-eastern food or sex distract her enough to drop the grudge and move on with life. See, Rain is greedy, she has never turned down food, or left her plate empty. She likes to smoke, and eat, and fuck. Money is no object to her, objects are objects to her.

She gets along better with men than she does women. She has a distanced connection with her tribe. She feels like her people have lost their ways, through no fault of their own. She feels lucky to be alive, and lucky to be as gifted as she is. But, the Paiute way is more alive in her than the collective culture that she came from. This belief is firmly held in her mind. If Rain can get away with it, she lets people believe that she's white. If the conversation arises though, she holds no shame of her own past or her ancestor's.

Appearance : Only 5'4 inches tall, obviously thin, about 121 lbs. Rain's appearance is about as accurate as the pictures in the spoiler. Rain is petite, her breasts and her hips hardly hold the shape of a woman's body. Her greatest feature is her tuned abdomen/chalice. Her olive skin tans into a light brown every spring, and it doesn't fade until the beginning of winter. The only suggested difference between Rain's actual appearance, and these two girls in the photos is that Rain's eyes are a dark dark brown. And, she would likely appear to be more native than either of these two, but she has caucassion in her blood, so not too much.
photos- be careful at work




Background History: Rain lived a sad life as a native child. She had two older brother's that each seemed to abandon the tribe when they were little. They spent their time with white kids from off of the reservation. She had chosen to associate with her people, though. It was a difficult, uneasy existence for such a young person. She was well aware of her abilities, and she had felt cursed for most of that time. Her mother was Spanish, and German. So, she was horrified to discover that her daughter turned into a crow. Her father insisted that Leaping Water was a Raven, one of the most important, and enigmatic creature in the world. He told his wife of Raven myths from other tribes in the area, for the Paiute did not have a popular myth for the Raven. She was swayed, and she stayed with her family, as dysfunctional as their future seemed to be.

Rain was told to keep her abilities hidden, however, her father was unaware of how deep her power went. Her sense of death started to scare people. She would always stumble upon creatures, or sometimes people recently deceased. Some begin to suspect her a demon of some kind. Others were more convinced that she was sent to Earth to deal with the grief of others. She didn't like either of these ideas. She started to rebel against everyone. And what she did from the ages of fourteen to sixteen will never be forgiven. Her parents begin to despise her, and Rain ostracized herself by choice before she leanred complex algebra in school.

Rain used her teenagers years like an endless well of entertainment. She moved out of the reservation, and started to make her way in the world with dirty jobs, especially for a girl her age. There were two years spent in the shadows of the evil under carriage of Vegas. She took for the desert city immediately. She worked hard, no matter what that work was. And no man could deny her sexuality. It oozed from her, so she took room and board for exchanges of sex. Officially, She was a prostitute, and a stripper the moment she turned eighteen, and she turned to hard drugs as an escape from this life-style. Her favorite substance was weed, but she also used coke, and black-tar smokable opium. Liquor made a steady appearance once or twice a day. She never spent her money on anything productive, and she eventually turned to theft in order to make ends meet. This landed her in a correctional facility for non-violent women of the tribe causing trouble in society. She's never had an official arrest or felony on her record, likely due to the fact that her tribe is protecting her.

At the age of twenty four, she entered back into the world as a functional bartender. Every now and again she has the urge to start turning tricks again. That is, the old tricks, the drugs, and the sex. Her everyday existence is a mild version of that whore that she used to be.

Thank you for making the changes and answering my questions, Photo!

Welcome aboard!

*APPROVE*

Diablerie

Quote from: Callie Del Noire on April 10, 2013, 12:19:51 PM


Name: Shane Chavez
Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide

Age: 25
Race: Half-fae (Mexican-American ethnicity, American Citizen)
Powers: Metal magic, immense strength, resilience.
-Metal Magic: With a thought he can deform most metals but the most complex alloys with a touch and thought as well as being able to reshape them with concentration. He can manipulate metal devices fairly easy (locks and such) but the more 'modern' options tend to frustrate his powers due to his lack of fine control and/or modern plastics within. He can infuse metal with heat as well.
-Inhuman resilience/strength. His 'metal magic' makes it hard to hurt him with a metallic weapon. Bullets, knives and an aluminum baseball bat have all be used with no harm, but a sideswipe from a pickup had him limping for weeks and wearing a leg brace while his cracked leg healed. He has put  his hand through a car door fairly easy. He can lift up to a half ton with proper preparation and has flipped a fully loaded half ton panel van with great effort. He also is somewhat resilient to intense heat and has handled a red hot horseshoe.
Career: College student, Blogger/Journalist, Freelance process server, Intern (Las Vegas SD, on suspension)
Personality: He has a strong sense of justice and desire to be a law officer. His 'indefinite suspension' and the continued interference by 'outside agencies' with his reinstatement with the Las Vegas Sheriff Department has made him feel a bit frustrated and he's taken to his studies, social reform efforts and blogging about the 'half-blood' situation. His physical ability, connections to the community make it easy for him to talk to dozens of people throughout the greater Vegas region to
Appearance :
Background History: Shane hadn't met his father when his mother, an anthropology professor died of cancer. She had left him with a lot of questions, a truly epic collection of Jazz records and one of the most extensive collections of Fae lore in the human world. He grew up knowing how to watch for Fae, knowing to not say thank you to them, understanding how the 'Gentry' could not lie but shade the truth. She introduced him to a bunch of the lesser fae over the years. After a while he started to suspect that he was a half-blood but it wasn't till after her death that he found a note and a picture. The picture was a nondescript man with his mother as a social mixer. The note attached to the read a simple phrase: 'The Smith of Capel Ceyln'. He stayed with his grandmother, another scholarly woman in the family. She had been a reporter who covered migrant rights and labor issues before retiring to work in the local university. She took him around the area, and he rapidly learned to 'network' with all manner of folk.
When he turned 18, he came into his power. He got shot in a drive by shooting. Finding that the bullet never even punctured his skin was just the start. He helped the LVSD find the shooters (the shooters had been gunning for a classmate who died in the shooting) and started considering a role in law enforcement. With the revelation of the Fae, he got a scholarship and offers to be a 'Fae consultant' in law enforcement. He is currently studying a dual degree in Fae Studies (mostly history/anthropology) and Law Enforcement at UNLV. With the 'withdraw' of the Fae to the reservations and the impending 'war' his internship with the LVSD has been put on hold ('Indefinite Suspension' due to the change in the program he was interned under). He suspects that someone in CANTRIP shut him out. To cover his school his expenses he's been serving papers for various companies, lawyers and such. He is considering repoing cars using his powers, and has been experimenting in a friend's local junk yard using blank keys and salvaged cars.



Name:  Accalia (Diana Hunter)
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Age: 23 (2000+, most of the last 800 years imprisoned.)
Race: Fae
Powers: Faerie; One of the last of the 'Beast Lords'. She walks the line between 'Beast Lord' and something closer to the positions that Gray Lords hold. Much of her power has been lost in the passing years since her imprisonment. She was a huntress and patron of the 'shifting kin' or Weres of Europe and the Middle East for centuries and was known to travel far. Her gifts and powers allowed her to assume the form of any beast she whose power she had tasted, a knack that she retains though it is now out of her control (IE. GM decides when/if she can taste the power of any Were).

She recently escaped from the sculpture she was bound in, though she recalls little of who betrayed her or how she came to be in it. She can call forth her weapons, a bow, sword and dagger of Faerie make. Though again, the weapons power is greatly diminished in her time imprisoned. Her senses, physical abilities and skill as a hunter are still beyond that of any human. Her only other power of note is the ability to call any animal to her. (Though Were and other shifters hear her call, they can easily ignore her). She can speak and understand any beast. The forms she misses most are those of the birds as she misses flying.

Her gift for Glamour is more a knack for hiding though she can hide some of her animal traits. (Her eyes, ears and talons)
Career: 'Diane Hunter' is a well known nature photographer but hasn't been seen publicly since the 'retreat'.

Personality: Confused by this new world and a bit scared. She is looking for a niche in a world radically different from any that she had imagined before her imprisonment. She is a proud warrior and angry at the loss of her personal power, her followers and her 'debt' to those that freed her. She despises much of the 'New World' and wishes to find a way to return to the Underhill, where she imagines that she could find some clue to her fallen kin and followers. She knows she exists only on the strength of the Morrigan and her past 'services' with them.

Appearance : She tends towards dark black hair, alabaster skin, with nails tending towards claws and intensely green eyes. She
Background History:Once she was one of the great Beast Lords, a mistress of the Wild Hunt. Her powers over the animals and shifting kin granted her the ability to call forth all manner of creatures and beasts to aid her in the hunting of those she was set to find for the Gray Lords. Then she was betrayed and bound in a sculpture of bronze for centuries. Only recently has the prison's magic diminished enough to let her slip free.
Only the intervention of The Morrigan, the three Gray Lords who were the celt goddesses of war she had served often in the past, kept her from being killed out of hand. Being more 'sensible' than most of the 'Beasts' allowed her to remain alive. She has been given an identity and taught the 'rules' of the modern world as well as English.
With the 'retreat', she has withdrawn into the Underhill but has found it.. galling. She dislikes being 'imprisoned' and 'running', as a result she has become among those who argue that retreating is the wrong movement and has pushed to be allowed to return to the mortal realm. She feels that 'hiding' makes the Fae weak and encourages the forces that allowed a killer to go free. Secretly she feels that the Prince should have called upon the Hunt for vengeance rather than partaking it himself though she respects his strength to do so on his own.

Lovely Callie!

Well done! *APPROVED*

Diablerie

Quote from: bubby on April 09, 2013, 03:42:48 PM
So I do want to play, but I keep getting distractions for making a char.

I also note the lack of males. I could play a male, but he would be gay, and I'm afraid that would put me off in the corner, which is one of the reasons I've downsized my Group Games.

I'll keep watching though, and hopefully inspiration will strike. I'm still leaning towards Were, and I hope at the latest to be able to have a character by this weekend, if that's not to late!

Well, I have a third character to use which I haven't thought of yet, I could offer him for your entertainment? I wouldn't want you to feel like you are being push into a corner, so you can count on me with anything you need! I could also take up playing one of the NPC's ^.^

Ray Banner

Quote from: Hekate on April 10, 2013, 06:30:23 PM
Ray! We do need an alpha as well as a head of the seethe ^.^

I have him up, Hekate. Hereabouts. :-) Let me know if you desire any changes.

Edit: Copy/paste here as well.




Name: John Lambert

Age: 68 (Appears in his mid-20s)

Race: Werewolf (Alpha)

Careers: Runs a business called “Lambert Securities Inc.” His business provides services such as diplomatic security, law enforcement training, risk-management counseling, close quarter training and logistics. Whilst the firm deals with the government in general, it does provide services to the locals such armed escorts and bodyguards for the right price, which someone is always willing to pay in Vegas.

Powers:

Ability to call upon ‘berserker rage’ once a day, this allows John to become extremely powerful. Enough to either break through several slabs/walls of concrete, lift ten times the amount of his weight or gain a high enough speed to run across a body of water. This lasts between two to five minutes.

Personality:

Hot-headed, fiery and oft belligerent at proving his point, John is as bull headed as they come. He carries about an air of superiority to him wherever he goes and does not kindly take to no for an answer. He is surprisingly rational however and possesses a ‘business sense’ which had served him well in the past. This enables him to spot a good deal or a profitable transaction, whether it is monetary, diplomatic or purely human in nature. He weighs each option, uses mercy as a tool and is quick in dishing out punishment when needed. It is not a surprise however when his temper gets the best of his political self.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide

Background History:

Part of the Green Beret entourage for diplomats John Lambert was amongst the very first Americans who set foot in Vietnam during the 60s. After that it was all about kicking ass and chewing gum and John did a bit of both. Having grown up in an orphanage he had exercised his dog-eat-dog rights to get as far in life as he could however nothing prepared him for what came afterwards, not even his training.

During a certain engagement John was taken hostage by a group of friendlies his company was supposed to be protecting, those South Vietnamese… or so John thought. Of course what followed was something he could never have been prepared for. This group of South Vietnamese was a pack of werewolves and John was to be a part of their hostage exchange with the North, a deal conducted without anybody else’s knowledge. As is the manner of things, this exchange went terrible. John was bit and left to die however he survived. Consumed by his bloodlust and this new power, John sought out this group of South Vietnamese – and after an initiation – was accepted as one of them. He was to retain his duties as a soldier whilst corresponding directly with this group… after all they were on the same side. In the next several years, most of his pack were either wiped out or ousted as power changed hands and John found himself a rogue once more.

He left soon after and even wondered if perhaps his wolf side would no longer exist within the US but of course, he was wrong. Quick to hunt down rogues within the states of Nevada, California and Arizona John established his own pack – and put those to death who refused to be a part of his community – so that he may continue the hierarchy he had come to love. He established Lambert Securities Inc. within Vegas in the mid-80s and ever since then, had exercised complete power in the vicinity except for subservience to the Marrok, when he is called upon to offer it.
Ons & Offs - Ideas - A/A

"When" said the moon to the stars in the sky; "Soon" said the wind that followed him home. "Who" said the cloud that started to cry; "Me" said the rider as dry as a bone. "How" said the sun that melted the ground; "Why" said the river that refused to run. "Where" said the thunder without a sound; "Here" said the rider and took up his gun.

Photo

awesome, thanks for the acceptance. I'm having the worst day of my life though. Hopefully, I'm alive in the next few days, and I'll be right in the action, until then.... um, consider me dead
Apologies and Absences

MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA

CurvyKitten

Waits for Hekate to get a look at her girls~ I know I'll probably have to work out some details and such. I'd still love to work out some links and BG stuff with my fellow vampires and werewolfs.

Still have a shifter forming in my head...bah silly muse needs to shush. :P

Kuje

Quote from: CurvyKitten on April 10, 2013, 11:05:40 PM
Waits for Hekate to get a look at her girls~ I know I'll probably have to work out some details and such. I'd still love to work out some links and BG stuff with my fellow vampires and werewolfs.

Still have a shifter forming in my head...bah silly muse needs to shush. :P

Hekate is gone for the night, so she might reply tomorrow. I know she was looking over the other characters and your one was still a work in progress, so she was holding off on answering about your werewolf. :)

Laughs, boy do I know about how characters just keep trying to get you to listen to them though. That's why I write, to get these out of my head for awhile until others start to make their presence known...

CurvyKitten

Quote from: Kuje on April 10, 2013, 11:10:29 PM
Hekate is gone for the night, so she might reply tomorrow. I know she was looking over the other characters and your one was still a work in progress, so she was holding off on answering about your werewolf. :)

Laughs, boy do I know about how characters just keep trying to get you to listen to them though. That's why I write, to get these out of my head for awhile until others start to make their presence known...

I left it a WIP one because I was leaving it open for people to make links in the BG I left ideas and highlighted a few places where I did a generic he or she place holder. And because I never really got my questions or the things Caela brought up commented/answered. And depending on her answer I would have to edit the BG. Hence the WIP label still there, since I know I will probably have to edit.

Nods~ I have this snake shifter wanting to be writen, I should probably be posting. But my back is killing me again so it is hard to concentrate...that and my creation muse is on high. :P

Kuje

Quote from: CurvyKitten on April 10, 2013, 11:18:53 PM
I left it a WIP one because I was leaving it open for people to make links in the BG I left ideas and highlighted a few places where I did a generic he or she place holder. And because I never really got my questions or the things Caela brought up commented/answered. And depending on her answer I would have to edit the BG. Hence the WIP label still there, since I know I will probably have to edit.

Nods~ I have this snake shifter wanting to be writen, I should probably be posting. But my back is killing me again so it is hard to concentrate...that and my creation muse is on high. :P

Oh, well, okies then. Hopefully she'll answer you tomorrow. :)

Aye, back aches are killer indeed. :(

Having a snake shifter would be interesting. We have a few flying shifters, and of course the wolves, so another type of ground dwelling animal sounds very interesting.

CurvyKitten

Quote from: Kuje on April 10, 2013, 11:26:48 PM
Oh, well, okies then. Hopefully she'll answer you tomorrow. :)

Aye, back aches are killer indeed. :(

Having a snake shifter would be interesting. We have a few flying shifters, and of course the wolves, so another type of ground dwelling animal sounds very interesting.

Nods~ I know she is busy so I am trying to wait like a good girl. :P

Yeah I went to the emergency room the other day, but they were so busy they just threw pills at me and sent me on my way. But it hurts so bad I can't straighten my left leg, and there are times when I can't even feel my legs(scary as hell). I'm trying to get in with a specialist but it's like pulling teeth I swear. Just took pain meds so I'm waiting for them to kick in and make me durpy enough to fall asleep hehe

BAH...don't encourage my muse....~looks for model picks~ need something slightly exotic...SEE your fault. :P at least it distracts me a bit though.


Kuje

Quote from: CurvyKitten on April 10, 2013, 11:34:35 PM
Nods~ I know she is busy so I am trying to wait like a good girl. :P

Yeah I went to the emergency room the other day, but they were so busy they just threw pills at me and sent me on my way. But it hurts so bad I can't straighten my left leg, and there are times when I can't even feel my legs(scary as hell). I'm trying to get in with a specialist but it's like pulling teeth I swear. Just took pain meds so I'm waiting for them to kick in and make me durpy enough to fall asleep hehe

BAH...don't encourage my muse....~looks for model picks~ need something slightly exotic...SEE your fault. :P at least it distracts me a bit though.

Oh, that sounds horrible. Having that much pain and knowing that it's making your legs go numb doesn't sound very good at all. Yea, trying to get apps from doctors, or others, is a real pain. At least the hospital gave you something. Usually when I used to go for kidney stones, they'd get me some aspirin and try to send me home. Uh, no, that doesn't work. Luckily I used to be able to contact my doctors and they'd explain that I needed to be taken up the floor so they could pull them out since my organs were to messed up with scars to pass the stones.

Laughs. I apologize, I won't poke your muse any further. Smirks.

CurvyKitten

Quote from: Kuje on April 10, 2013, 11:46:18 PM
Oh, that sounds horrible. Having that much pain and knowing that it's making your legs go numb doesn't sound very good at all. Yea, trying to get apps from doctors, or others, is a real pain. At least the hospital gave you something. Usually when I used to go for kidney stones, they'd get me some aspirin and try to send me home. Uh, no, that doesn't work. Luckily I used to be able to contact my doctors and they'd explain that I needed to be taken up the floor so they could pull them out since my organs were to messed up with scars to pass the stones.

Laughs. I apologize, I won't poke your muse any further. Smirks.

nods~ Yeah hence my dad is even telling me to go, and saying he will help pay for what ever is needed. And yes at least they gave me Something...lol though it makes me all DAH. But at least it doesn't hurt for a while. I don't have a regular doctor but I am trying to get in touch with vocational rehab and they help you get all the contacts and help you need.

hehe poke away Hun, I will actually be making her because she does seem to be coming to life. Just having trouble finding the right pic to really help her come to life. Her story is building in my mind though, I'm guessing it doesn't matter what type of snake she is?

Kuje

Quote from: CurvyKitten on April 10, 2013, 11:53:10 PM
nods~ Yeah hence my dad is even telling me to go, and saying he will help pay for what ever is needed. And yes at least they gave me Something...lol though it makes me all DAH. But at least it doesn't hurt for a while. I don't have a regular doctor but I am trying to get in touch with vocational rehab and they help you get all the contacts and help you need.

hehe poke away Hun, I will actually be making her because she does seem to be coming to life. Just having trouble finding the right pic to really help her come to life. Her story is building in my mind though, I'm guessing it doesn't matter what type of snake she is?

Ah, well, it's nice for your dad to offer the help. Yea, I remember having a little to much morphine a time or two. Luckily ma was with me at the worst time, and she ran off to get a nurse when I started calling to my cat, blinking at my ma, and going, I think I don't feel good and I'm gonna pass out. LOL. Ah, yea, it'll be good if rehab can help, indeed.

Hmmm. No, I suppose it doesn't matter what kind of snake. Although, having a large snake wandering through the streets of Vegas might make some people afraid. Grins. Wolves can sometimes be thought of as large dogs. Snakes though is still a snake and large ones tend to make people worried.

CurvyKitten

Quote from: Kuje on April 11, 2013, 12:00:02 AM
Ah, well, it's nice for your dad to offer the help. Yea, I remember having a little to much morphine a time or two. Luckily ma was with me at the worst time, and she ran off to get a nurse when I started calling to my cat, blinking at my ma, and going, I think I don't feel good and I'm gonna pass out. LOL. Ah, yea, it'll be good if rehab can help, indeed.

Hmmm. No, I suppose it doesn't matter what kind of snake. Although, having a large snake wandering through the streets of Vegas might make some people afraid. Grins. Wolves can sometimes be thought of as large dogs. Snakes though is still a snake and large ones tend to make people worried.

hehe yeah I had liquid hydro-codon once and the only thing I could do when my mother got came up was look at her and go "cheesepoof"~insert giggle here~ Thankfully my step-mother is a nurse, so she can help with that sort of thing. And yeah hopefully they can help.

Yeah I wasn't thinking large snake, I was thinking something a bit exotic. I was going to have her powers be some sort of hypnotism. That hypnotic way I see her dancing brought that thought to mind. Not sure how I want to work that just yet.

Kuje

Quote from: CurvyKitten on April 11, 2013, 12:06:22 AM
hehe yeah I had liquid hydro-codon once and the only thing I could do when my mother got came up was look at her and go "cheesepoof"~insert giggle here~ Thankfully my step-mother is a nurse, so she can help with that sort of thing. And yeah hopefully they can help.

Yeah I wasn't thinking large snake, I was thinking something a bit exotic. I was going to have her powers be some sort of hypnotism. That hypnotic way I see her dancing brought that thought to mind. Not sure how I want to work that just yet.

Indeed, I remember well those laughter induced drug episodes. :)

Ooo, I like the hypnotism ideas. Indeed, indeed. I know it's cliche then but how about an asp? Maybe a small type of asp? If there's such a thing. I don't know much about snakes, they freak me out.

CurvyKitten

Quote from: Kuje on April 11, 2013, 12:11:21 AM
Indeed, I remember well those laughter induced drug episodes. :)

Ooo, I like the hypnotism ideas. Indeed, indeed. I know it's cliche then but how about an asp? Maybe a small type of asp? If there's such a thing. I don't know much about snakes, they freak me out.

Yaay for liking the idea hehe, But what is an Asp? ~goes to google~ I don't know much about snakes either hehe

Kuje

Quote from: CurvyKitten on April 11, 2013, 12:17:21 AM
Yaay for liking the idea hehe, But what is an Asp? ~goes to google~ I don't know much about snakes either hehe

Oh, they tended to be the snakes a lot of the time that snake dancers used... as far as I remember. :)

CurvyKitten

Quote from: Kuje on April 11, 2013, 12:22:26 AM
Oh, they tended to be the snakes a lot of the time that snake dancers used... as far as I remember. :)

OH..snake charm dancers. YES see you understand my muse insanity. hehe

Kuje

Quote from: CurvyKitten on April 11, 2013, 12:28:01 AM
OH..snake charm dancers. YES see you understand my muse insanity. hehe

Indeed, indeed! Grins. That was the first thing I thought of when you mentioned the hypnotism idea. Someone that snake dances, mesmerizing people with her performance. :)

CurvyKitten

Quote from: Kuje on April 11, 2013, 12:35:34 AM
Indeed, indeed! Grins. That was the first thing I thought of when you mentioned the hypnotism idea. Someone that snake dances, mesmerizing people with her performance. :)

Well it's official I am writing up one more character! But I shall finish her tomorrow, pain meds have kicked in and Im about to fall asleep. But till then sweet dreams for when you get to bed, and I shall talk to you later Hun.

Kuje

Quote from: CurvyKitten on April 11, 2013, 12:45:19 AM
Well it's official I am writing up one more character! But I shall finish her tomorrow, pain meds have kicked in and Im about to fall asleep. But till then sweet dreams for when you get to bed, and I shall talk to you later Hun.

Smiles. And night, I'm off to do the same myself. My eyes are screaming at me.

CurvyKitten

Chiara Aislin Massri WIP
Name: Chiara Aislin Massri / She goes by Cleo when she dances.

Age:
21

Race: Walker Snake

Powers (If any):
Mental Inducement or hypnosis through her bodies movements and varying degrees with her voice (still trying to perfect the use of her ability with her voice.)
User is able cause the targets mind/brain go into wanted state, causing short-term change in emotions, sensations, memories, etc., exact length of the effect depends on both the users skill and power and the targets mental state. Note that repeated uses of this power may cause more permanent and/or unwanted effects on the target.

Poisonous bite, when extending her hidden set of fangs Chiara and bite and inject her victim with a lethal dose of poison. (she is immune to snake venom of course.)


Career:
Professional dancer, Exotic dancer between booked gigs

Personality:
Chiara is charming, sexy, sophisticated, and in the end considers herself one of the worlds greatest con-artists. She is also has her exotic sex appeal, her fitness, her brilliant out-of-the-box thinking, ability to talk, lie or charm her way out of anything. But with the amount of charisma she has Chiara can make you not care at all. These traits prove to be crucial necessities in her life, and serve as an advantage in the many instances.

She embraces life, and tends to not let the bad hold her back. There is to much in life to look forward to or try to let the bad hold you back from it. Sometimes you fail, or fall short of expectations, and sometimes life kicks you when your down. But it is what you do then that defines who you are. After all a girl can have the time of her life if she just had the humph to make it happen. Underneath some may say she has a dangerous allure. Like she could take a bite of you but have you so sure that you liked it, you couldn't help but have her do it again.

Appearance:

Snake form

Pic 2
Background History:


Diablerie

Sorry everyone! My week finally ended and I am freee!

Got a lot of work to do here! As of right now, I will be reading the last bio's and commenting as well as working on my other one!

Then I shall start to do the threads ^.^ <3

Diablerie

Quote from: CurvyKitten on April 10, 2013, 02:31:14 PM
What I have so far, running out to grab some food stuff. I shall return and work to get Lily done soon. Let me know what you think of them. Posting these again now that I have more of them done. Highlighted a few things in Lily's history that people can poke and ask about being.

Things that I am looking for in my background of course I am open to any BG links and working out all sorts of fun details. Just some stuff that I have in the BG thus far for people to ask about. Please feel free to poke me about any of these or any other idea's you have. I am always open to all sorts of rp goodness.

Father probably NPC
Mother Probably NPC

The wolf that first found her or approached her
Friends
The wolf she saved
The one that changed her
the wolf that nudge her wake after the change
Friends in general


Lily "L" Moraine Brackston WIP


Name:
Lily "L" Moraine Brackston

Age:
Looks to be 22 but is actually 30

Race:
Werewolf

Powers (If any):
Lily has the ability to heal or manipulate the body inwardly, she uses her gift to not only help in her job. But also to help her fellow werewolves not only heal faster, but to heal from wounds that would normally end up killing even them. Stitching together wounds, helping expel silver and so forth. Her ability to manipulate the body also allows her to simulate emotional responses. Affecting a targets adrenaline, serotonin, steroids and so forth. In a way creating the affect of an emotion, excitement, anger, sleepiness, happiness, confidence, and even arousal. ( though her own emotions can affect this ability, and she has at times been known to project her own physical responses and affect someone around her.)

Due to the affect of the silver in her she is actually for now physically weaker then others of her kind. But there is one thing that astound even the other werewolves. Her speed is uncanny even for them, she always jokes about it was a given. Of course she is the fastest, she is a emergency response professional she has to be the first on the scene.

Career:
EMT

Personality:

Lily isn't as soft and sweet as her name would lead you to believe. She has a strong will, a loyal heart, is stubborn as hell, though she is a submissive within the pack. She is one to never say she can't, even if there are moments that she has to push that much harder then the others to accomplish something. In her line of work you don't just give up, and she carries that mentality throughout her life. But her heart can be clearly seen when she deals with those that really needs her help. A bit daring and unafraid at times, she has been known to run into situation that should run from just to safe someone else. 'What do you mean you ran into the line of fire from a gang shot out?' And despite her protected place in the pack, she is a healer, a fighter, and protector in her own right.

Her emotions now heightened have been known to get the best of her. But over time she has started to learn to find her center. She is a person of passion, when she gives in and embraces it she can be your worst enemy or the best lover you've ever had. She is heat, passion, exploration, strength, intelligence, all in one untamed and amazingly curvy well-toned body.

Appearance :



Background History:
Lily has been a mystery since the day she was born, her own mother never telling her who her father was. Just that he had to leave for his own reasons. But her mother always made sure that Lily knew she was loved. And for the first seven years of Lily's life she was truly happy and vibrant. As wild and curious as any other some girl should be. Lily knew love and a home even if her mother moved them around a lot. And she never once got sick, which was surprising to say the least. But her mother simply said Lily had good genes. The truth of her parents and their origins was never told to her. Her mother thinking it best to keep that bit of information to herself till Lily was old enough to understand it all.

But her mother would never get the chance to do that. When she was 7 years old Lily and her mother were involved in a horrible car accident. Somehow Lily was tossed 30 feet from the car and left unscathed, while her mother burned alive in the car. Lily watched as she lost her mother, heard her screams as she burned alive. The help that came had no real chance to try and save her. They took Lily and she ended up being put into the Las Vegas foster system. Which was lacking in favorable situations to say the least. Lily grew up fighting and surviving, she was still seemingly lost and angry about losing her mother. It wasn't until she was sent to an elderly woman that took in trouble kids that she found herself not only meeting her match. But feeling as if she had found a home again. The woman had a way of keeping people in check, and took in all sorts of people. Mama Rose as she was called really was a healer and leader. She helped encourage Lily to actually work at getting her education. And to find what her true passions were, Mama Rose really was a driving force to help Lily become the woman she was in the present day.

When she was 18 and finished with high school Lily saw to becoming a fully certified EMT. She took to the rule like it was second nature, though she was always known as a high risk responder. Lily was never afraid to be the one to head into the line of fire or head into the neighborhoods that most avoided like the plague. In her few years of service she has been tackled, attacked, shot at, nearly hit by cars, faced countless weather conditions, hell she once fought through a mud slide to get to a trapped woman needing assistance. Her partners always joke about her being a dare devil...and never knowing her own limits. In truth Lily didn't want to be the one that got somewhere to late, that didn't fight hard enough for someone. And ended up leaving another kid without a family.

As time passed Lily grew into one hell of a responder, and into an amazingly confident and strong woman. Men came and went as she just never found someone that clicked. But she always had friends around her. Friends that were in the end her family. Little did she know that there was more to the world than anyone thought. She always suspected, always thought there could be more with all that she had seen over the years. But she had no idea her father was really a werewolf, her mother connected to a line of witches. If there had been any werewolves left in the city that had known about her when she was little. They would have no doubt found her and given her a home. But it wasn't till they returned and tried to track down possible stragglers and discovered rumors of her birth. It was then that they started to look deeper into Lily's life to see what kind of woman she had become. Even if she was human she was still a female from a strong bloodline. And the possibility that could be made into one of them was to alluring to resist.

It was then a few of them approached her originally just out to get to know her better and see if she had the potential they sought. But she ended up becoming friends with them. It seemed to even the supernatural world she was hard to resist. Months past and Lily became close with her new friends. They kept her in the dark when it came to the truth of it all. That is until something happened that made it impossible to hide it.

It was a call like any other, shots fired, officer down and the area seemed to still be a war zone. So of course Lily's unit was quickly on the scene and she hopped out the back before they had even stopped moving. Her first step was to grab the officer that had been shot and drag him to where she could treat him. But as she was getting him stable more shots were fired. It was then she noticed the one of her new 'friends' running from a shooter. Well of course Lily couldn't let this be, so she had her partner tend to the cop as she ran with her case to get to what she was sure was another victim. Lily had no idea what was really going on, how the different types of supernatural could be going after one another.

What Lily saw nearly made her freeze for the first time in her life. She swore that her friend was growing claws and fangs, but it had to be a trick of the eye. Adrenalin was high and she clearly needed a few days off. When the shadowed assailant was on the move again she reacted, pushing 'her friend' out of the way. It was then she was hit with bullets, bullets she would find out were silver. The world blurred and all she saw was two figures suddenly impacting with one another.

She laid there, blood pooling around her and her heart slowing down. Lily didn't think when she got up that morning that it would be her last. If she had the idea of calling in may have been more appealing. The world was going dark around her when she felt her body being lifted. She tried to speak but nothing but mumbling came from her lips. She heard voice around her, like they were debating something. And then she felt more pain as if something was tarring into her flesh once more. A short scream came from her and then the world went dark.

She didn't know it then but when Lily woke up in a hospital surrounded by the people she had become friends with. Looking at her as if they were waiting for something to happen. That they were in fact waiting to see if she would live, if she would become one of them. The doctors informed her that the bullets had splintered and were near her heart and imbedded in her spine. But she seemed to have an infection that wasn't responding to treatment. And without her fever going down and her body stronger they couldn't go back in to surgery. Lily felt trapped in her own dying body, unable to even feel her legs. But as the doctors left one the pack stepped forward. It was then they explained the truth to her, and the fact that she may still die. That she still had to survive shifting, and repelling the silver that was in her system. But first they needed to get her out of the hospital. It was stupid, and probably the worst thing she could do. But something in her told her to go with it, even if it ended up being the end of her. So against doctors’ orders Lily signed herself out and went with the people that could actually just be insane.

It was 6 days before the full moon, and she was still so weak it worried those around her. But still Lily fought on; she was stubborn and wouldn't give in till her last breath left her. And with great surprise her body listened. Still human for the most part her body was healing much faster than it should be. Each day a more of the poisonous silver was pushed from her system. And her ever cheeky attitude seemed to come back as the days past. But only after her first change would they know if she was really strong enough to be one of them.

As the night of the full moon came Lily meditated and tried to focus. Pushing the idea that she could end up dying that very night. She was still weak from some of the silver in her system. But at least she had her stubborn unwavering nature to back her up. As the time came the others sat with her, their own changes would come as well. At least no matter what happened Lily wouldn't be alone. As the time came pain ripped through her body. It was like her body was tarring apart trying to rearrange itself. She had never felt anything so intense, and utterly overwhelming. It wasn't till she felt someone else nudging her with a muzzle that she opened her eyes once more. She had not only lived through the changed, she had managed to almost heal completely. Her legs worked again...well all four of them in this form. And she felt stronger then she had even felt in her whole life.

From here Lily was taught about the ways and rules of being a werewolf. Found her place within the pack and within the new strange would that she now lived in. She also came into her new abilities, they were strange for a werewolf apparently and it did raise a few eyebrows. But in the end the pack accepted her for who she was. She did go back to work, and still found herself in interesting, dangerous, and unbelievable situations. Specially outside of work, with everything that had suddenly changed in her life. Lily had a whole new world in front of her, and even if it would take time to really find her place in it. Lily knew she wasn't alone while she did it.



Leiha Adriana Rothschild

Name:
Leiha Adriana Rothschild

Age:
274

Race:
Vampire

Career:
She works for the vampire community as a whole, not to mention her ability allows her to get access funds rather easily.

Powers (If any):
Technomancy the ability to interact and control electronics using what seems an almost physic like to them.  She has the ability to communicate and or manipulate machines. She doesn't need to touch a machine to interface with it, but doing so makes her power more powerful. Her abilities include things like, projecting her consciousness into a device, using a devises power supply to cause a surge to destroy it, scramble a device, making a device or some data inaccessible to anyone but her, controlling an electronic devise, or even sending her consciousness through lines of communication (satellites, phone lines, internet) to manipulation it remotely.


Personality:

Leiha...Aden...L...Aura, and countless other names through the years. Leiha may be of a younger generation, but what she lacks in power. She greatly makes up in intelligence. Born just before the start of the Industrial Revolution, and turned as it started to truly begin. She has always been one to watch the and study the world around her as it evolved. Her youthful and curious nature never seemed to fade even as the countless decades past her by.

She still takes in and learns everything she can. Her thirst for knowledge seemed nearly unquenchable. Though there is much more to Leiha than simply being a well-educated woman. She is vibrant, bold, uninhibited and even a bit wild.


-Appearance-


Height
5'8''
Weight
120
measurements
34c-24-35


Background History:

Leiha was born 1738 the world was a much different place. But it was starting to grow, expand and evolved into what would be what it is today. She was born in Europe on a chilly December evening.  Her family in service to a vampire, they saw to making sure the human workings and dealings went smoothly in everything the vampires did.  They earned the respect of their master after saving them from a church driven hunting. Her family helped fight in the ways they could. Even taking up swords themselves, despite the probably of their deaths. Their loyalty through the generations was clear. So when Leiha their already adored daughter grew ill and the doctors couldn't do anything to help her, they asked for a gift.

Her father went before their master and pleaded with him to save his beloved daughter. He agreed and told him to come to him by the week’s end with his daughter. But not two nights later the family home was attacked. It seemed the enemies of the vampire clan had set their eyes on her family. The night they came was the night her life changed completely. They came in the dead of night, no sound to warn them. Leiha woke from her sick bed to her family home burning around her. Screams and fighting still heard from all around her. Forcing her body to stand Leiha started to make her way out of her room. But she was cut off from any exits by a large man draped in layers of dark cloth. He knocked her already weak body into a wall and was about to strike her down. When he was suddenly stopped, barley continuous Leiha still isn't sure who had saved her. The last thing she remembers from that night was being lifted from the ground. And the image of her burning home falling away as darkness claimed her.

When she finally awoke Leiha had already been changed. Her fresh start given to her due to her families sacrifice. When she was told her whole family had parish and she was the sole survivor she barely kept herself together. Locking herself away in her room for weeks, refusing to feed as she wanted to die herself. It was only when one of the other vampires came in to speak with her. Told her she needed to stop running, and stop disrespecting her family’s lives by giving in so easily. It shook her from her stupor, and even with it still hurting she started to embrace the life newly given to her.

As years past she grew to enjoy the freedoms she had been given. And Leiha came to love the idea that she had all the time in the world to learn everything she wanted. And with the blessing of those above her she took to learning everything as it came along. Keeping up with the times as they changed, and becoming an irreplaceable asset to the vampire community as a whole. She became their eyes and hears in the modern would. Creating their identities, shuffling their assets, keeping tabs on threats, and countless other tasks she actually enjoyed and took upon herself. Eventually come to the states and then Las Vegas. Continuing her work with the other vampires that sought out her expertise.



Curvy!

Your Vampire: I can totally see her, such a kind of gift hasn't been mention, but I think you have work it quite well! Vampires can't always depend on humans, so having one of them take care of the responsibility to deal with anything that has to do with technology I think is pretty nifty!

I can even envisioned her finally being turned into a fledgling and not displaying any powers, most of the vampires would have thought her weak, but as time pass and the technology era took over, she developed her skills and powers! She has definitely my approval!

Your werewolf:

* I like her personality! She sounds feisty and protective of those she cares! Those traits do belong more to the dominant wolves, what I advise you is this...Packs tend to be full of dominant wolves, submissives tend to be the last of the wolf hierarchy, but they are treasure as the heart of the pack. Your wolf could be a dominant, but since she is a female she would be down with the submissives (Females get their status from the wolves they mate). Making her dominant, but a dominant that already knows her position in the pack would not only allow you to play her personality, but also make her a more submissive toward the other high-ranking wolves.

*As for the rest of the bio, seeing that we do know her  parents secret, she could definitely play out the silver talent she has. Most of the people who carried such a talent are of fae descent, maybe one of her parents was of fae descent? Either way, her talent would make her an asset, but she would have to keep it quiet- I can see the Marrok welcoming her into the fold, but if she were to be of fae descent the Gray Lords would either do whatever they can to have her on their side or try to kill her (Dangerous folk they are), but I see no problem with that.

*Also, I can offer you the wolf I am creating as her maker, he is one of the werewolves who stayed behind and maybe he friend her? EMT's tend to always work with police and mine is a police man, so maybe they formed a pack bond while still waiting for the new pack to arrive?

Just laying down some ideas! As you also know, I can offer you and anyone any help on working with NPC's