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

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Lady Kitsune

#125
Name: Nari Kim
Age:26 yrs.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She likes men but variety is the spice of life!
Character Type: Initium
Skills:
  • Medium/Exorcist: Can see and speak with ghosts. Sometimes she finds them and sometimes they find her. Can be seriously annoying.
  • Mystical Herblore: Nari is an excellent potion creator. She's got stuff to keep the yang up as well as stuff to keep spirits away. Though keeping the yang up seems the most popular.
  • Martial Skills: This one is weird for her since she has amnesia. She seems to know quite a bit of martial arts. She thinks somewhere in her past she may have grown up in a dojang.

Appearance: Topping five feet two inches, Nari is athletic but curvy. Long dark hair with hints of auburn. She has large almond shaped eyes, so light a brown they are almost topaz. She is cute and petite but if she made the effort could easily fall into the sultry category.

Personality:Nari can be quite energetic but sometimes has eccentricities reminiscent of a crotchety old lady. She often says the first thing in her head which is not a good thing. Abrasive and direct, it gets her into trouble sometimes. It may be due to a cultural difference and her often broken English but sometimes she just has a mischievous streak. Sarcasm, unfortunately, is her friend. She does have a sense of right or wrong, well her own sense of right or wrong. Despite all of that, if you are in trouble, she will have your back at risk to her own self. She will also stay by your side when you are sick. Mostly she is just stubborn. Never a good idea to tell her no.

Backstory:
Nothing bites more than waking up one day and not remembering a damn thing about yourself. Nothing but an ID card and lots of money. No family to tell her who she was and apparently no past she can delve into. Who the hell was she? As awkward as it was, she did seem to know the weirdest things and her neighbors seemed really shy of her. Or maybe it was scared. Was she a gangster? Girls weren't gangsters...were they. Despite being able to live in Cheju do and being all posh. It didn't feel like her. Or was it she just didn't want to be a part of it. Then the dreams came. They were so real, she could almost feel it.

It always started with her kneeling in darkness across from a woman whose face was in shadow. In the woman's hands was a glowing bead, a pearl. The woman was sobbing quietly and it was heart wrenching. The was suffering from a broken heart and offered her the shining pearl. Nari shook her head, closing her hand over the pearl but the woman insisted with great urgency. The woman took the pearl in her mouth and pressed her lips to Nari's forcing the woman to swallow the bead made of light. The woman sighs and turned into a yeowwith waving tail and faded into the darkness and Nari is left choking on the flood of things she could not understand.

Nari finally acknowledged the dreams after seeing an exorcist. The said she was possessed by a fox spirit and as strong as the mudang was she could not rid her of the spirit. Afterward, she found she was being stalked by a crazy man out to kill her and the exorcist was getting people to ostracize her. She put up with it, learning everything she could about self exorcising and other ways to get rid of ghosts. Mostly because they kept appearing and bothering her. There is nothing more heart stopping them stepping out of the shower to a geishing with creepy long black hair.

Enough was enough and she left for the U.S. New Orleans to be exact. Nari was too stubborn to be afraid of ghosts and New Orleans was a place of mysticism and excitement. She had always been interested in the supernatural and what better place than the hotbed of Anne Rice novels. Embarking on a new business venture of an Esoteric Herb shop and a side business exorcising ghosts, Nari might just stop feeling so lost and find herself. She was going to stop worrying about the past that didn't exist for her and make a new future. One of the things that excited her was if ghosts exists, maybe there was a handsome vampire she could stake...her claim on. She really had to stop reading paranormal romances.



Character Ons/Offs: Not too many offs since anything can be an on but please ask. I do not like vore or unnecessary bathroom play. And definitely nothing loli.
I am working on it, I swear!

Devilyn Sydhe

Hello everyone, this game looks like alot of fun and I'm very much looking forward to writing with you all though ol' Jack here might not be the friendliest. :)



Name:Jack Bolton
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Character Type: Docebat

Skills:
  • Quick learner:Jack has an ability to absorb and retain information rapidly, though it seems narrowly focused on dealing with and destroying supernatural entities
  • Street fighter: Willing and able to use any means or tactics necessary to survive a fight without conscience
Appearance: Jack stands just over six feet tall with a naturally athletic frame kept in shape over the years both by evading authorities and, more recently, escaping death at the claws of 'nightcrawlers'.  His body is a map of scars highlighted with a variety of tattoos, permanent reminders of another lifetime when he was as dumb and blind as the humans walking the streets in blissful ignorance.  His head is kept closely shaved as another reminder, this one of the long haired street punk that is now kept locked behind his arctic blue eyes.

Personality: Jack is a racist...a human racist, though these days he has little use for most of those he meets as well.  Still, they are better than those he derisively refers to as 'nightcrawlers' or 'crawlers' for the old saying of things that go bump in the night.  He knows better, knows that those foul things can be found anytime of day and he also refuses to draw the artificial line others choose between lux and tenebris.  Jack sees the only good crawler as a dead...well, no longer existing creature.  His personal life is also filled with demons as his unknowing life consisted of alcohol, drugs and dominating rough sex.  Those and Maria.  The first three are a daily struggle in abstinence, while the last was taken from him.

Backstory: Jack has become a case study in the adage that when fighting monsters, be careful not to become one but that wasn't always the story.  The fact that he reached today is a small miracle itself.  Nothing abnormal about the two parent, one dog family he grew up in yet still his early teen years found him doing petty crimes in his Brooklyn neighborhood.  Drug running and snatch and grab robberies led to dealing and more strong armed thuggery.  Whether by divine intervention or pure dumb luck, he was never caught for any of his more serious offenses but he was still headed down a dead end road.  Little did he know.

At around twenty-two, Jack became a small time pimp or, more appropriately, the muscle for those who actually owned the whores.  That is where he met Maria and knew from the first time he saw her going down on a client that she was different, a lady of much higher class than all of this. Several months and a few stolen back alley moments passed before the two lovers caugh a Greyhound headed for a Midwest small town.

The pair spent the next two years struggling to build a life in the middle of nowhere.  Jack got a job at the local grocery, soon supplemented by a growing crystal meth business, and the couple began to settle in to their new found lifestyle.  Sure Jack often crawled inside a bottle and there was the occasional bargirl on the side, but he loved Maria more than anything he had ever known.  Then came that fateful night when he rolled out of his friend's car onto the front lawn.  It is surprising how that kind of scream from someone you love can suddenly sober you.  Jack stormed through their front door just in time to see someone, something draining the last of Maria's blood from her lifeless body.  In the next second, Jack found his body slammed against the wall hard enough to steal conciousness from him.  In hindsight, he wishes he had never woken up to the room full of officers now filling the crime scene.  Try as they did, the sheriff's department had trouble pinning the murder on him and he wasn't about to wait until they succeeded.  Jack's life was headed straight south and so did he.  Bottoming out in the Big Easy, he has spent his days since trying to learn as much as he can about the creature that ended his life and all those like it while, on occasion, putting to use what he has gathered to help others.  He also continues the fight against all the vices of his former life, struggling to remain sober and celibate, though he has been known to fall from both wagons.

Character Ons/Offs: I'm open to just about anything with this char, just pm...possibly looking for vampirism or tormenting the char with his vices


Emjay

*is interested in the game* >.>

I would love to make a female elf. I would like to claim Elizabeth Debicki if I could  :-)
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Esoteric Myobi

Relikai, there are some issues with Konayama Miyuki that we'd like to discuss with you via PMs.

In the meantime, welcome to the other accepted players and characters as well as all the new people interested in BitN! :-)

...I want to be your wet dream, your daydream, your only distraction...
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Status: Currently have my hands full running Bump in the Night. Always recruiting~!

EdwardShane

*drops a freshly accepted character into the thread*

Name: Roxy Brenner
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Character Type: Docebat

Skills:
  • Soothing Beautician: Be it for a quick trim or a full hair makeover, Roxy simply has a way of helping one's worries melt away while she works when you step into her shop.  At least for a little while.  This and the obvious talent she has at helping people look good are the big reasons why people keep coming back to her when they need some help with their image.  It also helps that she is not only a good listener, but sometimes has some solid advice to offer.
  • Eagle Eye: When she has a gun in hand, she's a pretty damn good shot.  She's good with a few different kinds of rifles, as well as quite a few different kinds of pistols.  When she's not working, she can sometimes be found at a shooting range, practicing these skills.
  • Researched: Roxy seems to have a basic understanding and knowledge of the supernatural world.  Her info is bound to be somewhat hit or miss, due to discrepancies between reality and folklore, but she generally has some understanding of the more common types of supernatural being.
Appearance: Roxy is a rather attractive woman with a fair complexion, always seemingly perfect hair, and curves in all the right places.  Her eyes are a bit of a dark olive type of color, and she has a rather charming smile.  Her height and weight are fairly average, with her being about 5'4" and 122 pounds.  She typically goes light on the jewelry, usually just a pair of earrings with the occasional necklace tossed in.  She won't wear anything that's too gaudy, though.  Her attire always seems to consist of modest outfits that favor towards dresses and skirts, as opposed to pants of any sort.

Personality: Roxy is usually a fairly level-headed and patient individual, and as such has a fairly long fuse.  If and when she ever does wind up snapping, though, well....hell hath no fury.  Confidence is not something she is lacking, and she has a bit of a sharp wit to her.  She's generally rather friendly, and can be a very reliable friend to have.  She can be rather protective of those she grows to genuinely care about.  While she doesn't actively seek out people to help and problems to solve, she will do her best to assist those who ask for her aid.  Provided the request is reasonable, of course.

Backstory: Roxy was orphaned at a young age, and she didn't seem to handle being left parentless very well.  It was exceedingly hard to find her a suitable home, as she never really seemed to get along with any of the other children in the orphanage or any of the people in the foster homes she was sent to.  It would not be a stretch to have labeled her as a problem child, one who was either left completely alone or who was bullied.  Not really any middle ground at all, and she never really was able to make any friends or be the social type.

This changed when she was adopted by a man out in Louisiana, one who wasn't afraid to whip her a bit more into shape and make her behave.  Quite literally with a belt to the backside, as necessary.  Not that he enjoyed it, but he worked under the thought process of 'spare the rod, spoil the child.'  Turns out, his methodology was pretty much exactly what Roxy needed to start growing up right.  It took some time and effort, but she was eventually behaving much better and even growing close enough to see the man as an actual father in her life.  Some of her favorite memories involve when he started taking her hunting, once she was old enough to understand gun safety and the laws involved with hunting.  He even knew of the supernatural world, and taught her what he could about it.  He was able to back it up eventually, too, when there was one hunting trip where they encountered something that couldn't be explained in any other fashion.  Rather than make her full of fear, it emboldened her...made her want to learn more.  She even started researching into myths and folklore to see what she could figure out past what knowledge her father had to impart.

Growing up came rather fast, though, and before either of them knew it she was getting into college.  It took a little bit of searching, but she found something she had a bit of a passion for; Cosmetology.  Between actually enjoying quite a few of her classes and the fact that one of the clubs involved guns and shooting ranges, she had a much better time in college than she ever did prior to her father helping her straighten up.  Life was going good, especially once she graduated, got her license, and tried moving out on her own by heading to New Orleans.

For a while, she worked in a beauty parlor.  She did good work and was rather well liked, but she felt somewhat stifled.  Eventually, she managed to save up a decent sum of money, at which point she put in her notice of wanting to quit and left on good terms.  The end result was that she opened up her own little store in a hole in the wall type location.  Times were tough, for a bit.  Eventually, though, her schedule started getting more and more consistent and full, and she soon was able to make a living out of her quaint little one-woman salon.  Interestingly, she found out through this shop that there were multiple supernatural entities in town...but this didn't frighten her.  If anything, she found it intriguing, and hoped to use this chance to learn things more firsthand.

As good as things were at this point, though, her heart was about to be broken.  Not too long ago, her father got in a car wreck on his way to surprise her with a visit.  A drunken driver had smashed into him, and he wasn't able to survive.  If nothing else, he had been able to dial Roxy and speak to her in his final moments, conveying how proud he was of her about all she had accomplished.  His final request was that she kept behaving herself, and she intends to continue doing her best to try and make him proud in whichever afterlife he is now in.

Character Ons/Offs: While she hasn't had a chance (or rather has chosen not) to really try much of anything yet, Roxy is open to experimentation if she finds the right person.

Josietta

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Kuroneko

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Name: Kuriyama Miho, aka Horimaru III
Age: 620
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heteroflexible
Character Type: Tenebris

Skills:
  • Nekomata: Shapeshifting -
Miho is able to shift her body into feline form, ranging in size from a normal housecat to a leopard. In both forms she has two tails, is able to walk upright on her hind legs and to speak.
  • Nekomata: Enhanced senses, agility, speed and strength -
Related to her feline nature, Miho’s senses are highly acute in both cat and human form, on par with the average feline. Her sense of smell is the same as a cat’s (14 times greater than a normal human), taste (50% greater than normal and enhanced by her sense of smell). Her hearing is extremely sensitive in the upper range, up to 64 kHz. Her sight is roughly 50% greater than normal with excellent night vision. Like a cat’s whiskers, Miho’s heightened sense of touch acts in concert with the hair on her body to function like a cat’s vibrissae (whiskers), transmitting information about her environment to her brain, where it is converted into a three dimensional map. Once she makes contact with objects around her she intuitively understands where they are located without needing to see them through the sensation of air currents over her skin and hair. These senses allow her to create sensory memory files of individuals and track them with great accuracy, even over long distances. Changes in pheromones and other chemical output form individuals are easily detected, which makes it possible for her to determine a person’s emotional state, or whether or not they’re telling the truth through various body clues such as heart rate, the presence of blood under the skin or sweating, etc. Miho’s body is unnaturally agile much like a cat’s, giving her a natural grace, flexibility and quick reflexes above that of a normal human. She is fast, dexterous, has an excellent sense of balance and always lands on her feet. Like a cat, she can jump several times her height and across the same distance. Powerful muscles allow her to rend limbs from bodies and flesh from bone.
  • Nekomata: Unlimited consumption -
Miho has the ability to eat anything in her way, regardless of size or whether it is edible, though only human flesh and blood will nourish her. In order to accomplish this, she can stretch her mouth to take large bites. Smaller objects can be consumed quickly, often in one bite or whole; larger objects (doors, furniture, cars and up in size) take longer and must be consumed piecemeal. Humans can be consumed in one or two bites.

Appearance: At five foot eight, Miho is slim, well-muscled and tall for a Japanese woman. She carries herself with a quiet assurance, confidence and no small amount of grace. Her movements are lithe and fluid, as if no amount of energy is wasted. She has long black hair that hangs to her waist in a number of layers, worn in whatever style suits her at the moment, from straight, to braids to the occasional dreadlocks are dark brown eyes. She is equally comfortable dressing up or down, usually choosing a mix of arty, eclectic clothing in dark colors that are as practical as they are comfortable. In cat form, she is sleek and muscled with shiny black short fur, golden eyes and two tails. Miho speaks with a very slight Japanese accent and has an intricate full body horimono in the kame no koh style, covering her back, arms, shoulders and legs to her knees. The imagery is intricate and detailed, with an autumn theme and dominated by feline imagery, all surrounding and leading away from the tiger that covers her back

Personality: Miho is a highly organized and disciplined person, who keeps her life in order. She maintains her body in excellent condition and is well-toned and muscular. She craves physical activity and needs it to be healthy and feel like herself. She meditates daily and her spirituality is an important part of her character, and she incorporates both Shinto and Buddhist practices into her daily life. As a Buddhist, Miho is a staunch believer in karma, and that she is fulfilling her destined role in life. She accepts it without question and has learned that trying to change it is useless. As such, she can be quite fatalistic, and this attitude extends to the humans she occasionally consumes. She applies the same discipline to her artistic abilities as well, practicing to develop her skills and applies this to everything else in her life.

Miho is an innately creative person and with centuries of practice, her artistic abilities have been honed to a high degree and they show in her artwork, her home and even the way she dresses. Her creativity also surfaces in how she approaches problems and tasks, showing the ability to think outside the box, or as if the never was a box in the first place. Like most artists, Miho isn’t easily categorized, being more of a star shaped peg in a round hole. She’s funky and eclectic, dressing in her own style that can change on a whim but always simply to suit her own tastes, and her shop and apartment are decorated in much the same way. She can also sometimes be moody and changeable, unpredictable and elusive, depending on what’s going on around her.

Like all felines, Miho has a love of pleasure in all its forms and will revel in her sensuality if given half the chance, from indulgently lying in a pile of pillows in the sun, to spending the day in an onsen to whiling away a day in bed with a skilled and handsome friend – or anything in between. More often than not, Miho is motivated by pleasure. She views humans as equal parts food, friends, lovers, tools, chattal and a means to an end. She’s happy to play with humans when it suits her, ignore them when it isn’t and eat them in the morning.

Backstory: “Tenebris, Lux … this is just western semantics. They are two sides of the same coin, neh? It is hard to claim to be on the side of humans when you need their flesh and blood from time to time, nan ja? If only they weren’t so damn intriguing …”

Kuriyama Miho was born in the Iga mountains of what is now the Mie prefecture of Japan during the tumultuous Muromachi period, a time rife with political upheaval and intrigue. At this time, Iga had freed itself from its nominal feudal lords, forming its own republic in retaliation for the crimes committed by the Kamakura shoguns against its Buddhist monasteries, and became one of the centers for ninjustu, the birthplace of the Iga-ryu Nijustu clans. It was natural that supernatural creatures were drawn to the ninja clans. They were secretive. They were superstitious, and they were isolated. It was easy for a supernatural creature to move among them, pretend to be one of them, where their powers could be used to advantage. With her powers she required no training to become a weapon and agent of espionage.  Here she could take contracts and missions along with the rest of the Iga-ryu - and use her targets to feed. When she grew bored she would disappear, sometimes for generations, only to reappear later with a new identity and profession to hide her inhuman longevity. She has been many things over the centuries: ninja, geisha, temple guardian, artist, horishi, all as ways to bring her into enough contact with humans to provide the nourishment she requires.

After Commodore Perry forced Japan to open its doors to the west it became harder to maintain a life in the open as a youkai. With Western ideas came less tolerance and belief in the supernatural. Miho had to be more circumspect. She traveled to Edo, abandoning her previous lives for a new one. There, she apprenticed herself to a horishi, and learned the traditional art of tattooing, gaining the ink that now covers her skin. It gave her the opportunity to feed easily off of her clients without being detected. When the bans on tattooing were enforced in Japan the world beckoned to her. She first traveled throughout Europe, where her skills as a tattoo artist made her unusual, unique and profitable, and then finally to the United States, just as tattoos were gaining in popularity through the likes of Sailor Jerry. She was able to make a name for herself with her tattooing and other artwork and continues working as the latest successor to the family name of Horimaru at her shop, Black Lotus Tattoo in the French Quarter of New Orleans. She caters to a discerning clientele looking for distinctive, large scale, traditional Japanese style tattooing. 

Character Ons/Offs: Miho is particularly fond of long, slow, indulgent sexual play with one or more partners, but is equally happy to engage in rough, hard and fast fucking. Ons include sense play and light bondage. Player’s Ons and Offs also apply.
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Josietta

Quote from: TheHangedMan on June 17, 2016, 02:31:29 PM
Yay! It's a Josicat!  ;D

Here...still here >.>  not have lol

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TheHangedOne

Quote from: Josietta on June 17, 2016, 09:21:08 PM
Here...still here >.>  not have lol

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*Snuggleluffs the Josicat.*
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Esoteric Myobi

-snugs the Josi-

No worries, our recruitment is always open to new players/characters even after the game begins (which it will, in a few days!) so there's no rush. Looking forward to seeing your character though! ;D

...I want to be your wet dream, your daydream, your only distraction...
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Status: Currently have my hands full running Bump in the Night. Always recruiting~!

Esoteric Myobi

#137
It is with much shame (because I took so goddamn long) and pleasure (because...writing accomplishment?) that I am finally able to post up Esmé's CS. Phew! On to other game preparations!




Name: Esmé
Age: 401
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Character Type: Lux

Skills:
  • Shapeshifting: Able to shift fully into an animal or morph part of herself to gain animalistic attributes
  • Flight: Whether in her human form or while disguised as an animal -- yes, even animals that typically are unable to fly
  • Psychic: While she can't literally read minds, Esmé is able to pick up on a person’s emotions. Having honed this skill over the centuries, it’s not hard for her to guess a person’s motives based on their feelings.
Appearance: Willowy and lithe, Esmé's most striking features aren't her fluid grace or pearlescent skin but her waist-length ombre emerald green hair and lustrous gold cat eyes. Standing at 5'9" barefoot, she generally gives the impression of being taller thanks to the constant addition of high heeled boots and the fact that her feet never seem to actually touch the ground. Her wardrobe is made up entirely of colors from the darker end of the spectrum, the only accent of vibrancy coming from her hair and makeup. Although Esmé has none of the vampiric needs and weaknesses of a traditional Western vampire, she tends to sport a pair of fangs -- her own inside joke. She has a tattoo of a dandelion decorating her right shoulderblade, traveling along the crook of her shoulder before ending at the base of her neck. As well as a tattoo of abstract roses swirling along the side of her left thigh.

Personality: Esmé could be described as mercurial at best. Generally, she comes across as relatively laidback, typically keeping out of the way but always in the background. However, she's always available when needed although it comes with a price, and never paid in something as simple as money. With a sarcastic attitude that may come across as snarky to some, she has a tendency to unintentionally rub people the wrong way with her knowing and annoyingly superior air -- thanks to her psychic ability. Flirtatious by nature, her actions may not always reflect her mindset. A meaningful gaze, a lingering touch, or hidden implications behind her words...sometimes it's hard to tell whether it's all in your head or if her every move is intentional. It's not hard for those who know Esmé to tell when something, or someone, has piqued her interest. The lax and lackadaisical veil is lifted to reveal her as bold and brazen; a woman who knows exactly what she wants and plans to get just that.

Backstory: Born in Evreux, France as the illegitimate daughter of Meredith Whitehall and the Baron of Boullion, Esmé was simply one of the Baron’s many unknown and forgotten children. A man with an insatiable appetite for women, the Baron took on countless mistresses. Once her belly began to swell with child, his attentions would soon begin wandering to younger and more lascivious women. Some particularly bold rumors whispered that the Baron even bedded his own daughters, too blinded by lust to realize the ugly truth.

But this all ended with Měinǚ. With doe-eyed looks and dainty features, Měinǚ’s porcelain skin and lustrous black hair turned heads effortlessly. The exotic Asian beauty had completely enraptured the Baron and all his household with her modest and humble personality. Always sweet and available, Měinǚ soon became the person everyone went to. For advice, for sharing good news, for crying on a friendly shoulder...all save for Esmé. For reasons Esmé couldn’t put her finger on, Měinǚ simply made her skin crawl. There was something unnatural about the woman’s impossibly pale skin in how it was perfectly unlined and blemish free, yet utterly poreless and baby-soft. Something uncanny in the way she held herself, always so poised and amiable, never a frown or sharp word. Something entirely off-putting about the way Měinǚ always seemed to know exactly what a person wanted or needed.

A few months after Měinǚ's arrival at the Château de Navarre, an ague befell the château which had one resident after another succumbing to illness. It always began with light-headedness and general weakness, then loss of appetite until they slowly wasted away and fell to feverish fits. No one knew how the illness began and while hushed whispers of malaria and sideways glances were thrown towards the château's new mistress, no one dared to question the kind-faced beauty. Until the Baron himself took ill.

At this point in her life, as the Baron's bastard daughter and 27 years old, Esmé had come to accept that her prospects in life would not improve past serving the Baron's household. Over the years, she had become familiar with all household tasks but working in the kitchen was by far the most rewarding. As the household slowly dwindled over the months, with no new servants daring to enter service from fear of sickness, Esmé eventually found herself in charge of the kitchen entirely. When the Baron became bedridden, this meant being called up at all hours to bring him a desired meal.

During one of these nights, as Esmé brought a tray of food to the Baron's bedroom, Měinǚ sat on the edge of the bed leaning over the Baron. Not wanting to intrude on such a private moment between the two, Esmé quietly set the tray down on the table only to let out a stifled gasp of shock as she caught a glimpse of something not right. Měinǚ swiveled around at the sound, fully revealing her horrific true nature -- a long proboscis-like tongue snaked out of the thing's gaping mouth to the Baron's neck, twin points of needlelike incisors gleamed red in the candlelight even as the creature's eyes reflected flat and entirely black. A scream stuck in Esmé's throat as panic overtook her, her mind unable to process what she was seeing. As the monster jumped off the bed and flew towards her with supernatural lightness and terrifying grace, Esmé was thrown against the wall and momentarily stunned. A burning pinprick against her neck was quickly followed by waves of euphoria, numbness and an irresistible lure to unconsciousness that threatened to drown her wild panic. Something cold sliced against the palm of her hand and she realized with a struggle through the fog of her mind that it was the knife from the dinner tray.

Hours later, Esmé jolted awake with a start only to be greeted by the weak morning sunlight revealing Měinǚ's...no, that thing's corpse. Sick to her stomach, it was a while before Esmé could compose herself enough to think logically. From what she could piece together, she had been incredibly lucky and sawed partway through the thing's tongue. It had then staggered away, likely in shock, and bled out. Eerily enough, its corpse had regained its human visage of Měinǚ but no, no, it wasn't all a dream. The Baron was dead. She couldn't tell how much of the blood on her clothes was her own and she had sustained several shallow gashes on her person along with the deep cut across her palm and a swollen welt had formed on her neck. Definitely not a dream.

So she did what any sane person would do and fled the château. The following evening found Esmé in agony as she underwent her first transformation. Batlike wings sprouted from her back and her own fangs sliced her bottom lip as her jaw dislocated while her tongue lengthened to impossible proportions. But it was the hunger that was impossible to bear...Over the next few months, she left a trail of bodies in her wake. During the next few years she learned that it wasn't just human blood that sated her hunger, but human entrails and pregnant women...mm, yes, unborn fetuses were particularly delicious. After a decade, she had grown quite adept at the use of her powers along with learning that it was possible to feed on humans little by little the way Měinǚ had. Naturally beautiful, her new "diet" lent her an unearthly allure and men flocked to her eagerly. It soon became far too easy to take her choice of men, marry into their wealthy household and savor her "meals" at her leisure.

At the beginning of her new life, she found herself ravaged by guilt during the day with the knowledge of the crimes she committed during the night. Yet with each passing year, she cared less and less. The more she saw, the more apparent it became that humanity was nothing but base desires, greed, and selfishness. Instead, she grew more and more curious about others of her kind and eventually traveled throughout Asia in search of answers. During her travels, she never met another such as herself but heard many tales -- all of which were different, yet similar. Aswang, Mandurugo, and Manananggal in the Philippines. Penanggal in Malaysia, Leyak in Indonesia, Krasue in Thailand and Ap in Cambodia. Resigned to her fate, but mostly bored, Esmé made her way to America and has wandered the continent since, the tally of her body count steadily rising. Until she met Lily.

The flame-haired beauty somehow inspired the best out of Esmé. For the first time in a long while, she felt...shame. She struggled with herself, with a renewed sense of guilt that cut to her core and revealed the long-forgotten humanity that had slumbered within her. With Lily's help, they found...not quite a cure, but a way to draw out and subdue the beast within her. The process was...excruciating but the results were...acceptable. Now, Esmé no longer undergoes her nightly transformations and no longer suffers from the insatiable need to eat (humans). Having finally found herself again, she decided to make New Orleans her home and the Black Swamp Tavern was established, again, with the help of the ever informative Lily and her seemingly limitless collection of spellbooks.

Character Ons/Offs:
Ons: Blood & Gore, Power Struggles, Mind Games, Flirting/Seduction, Wit & Charm || While best categorized as a Switch, Esmé most definitely leans more towards the sadistic Domme end of the spectrum. It takes a special person to elicit her submissive side.
Offs: Boring/Dim/Overly Arrogant People, Unruly Body/Facial Hair, Bathroom Activities || One treads a fine line when it comes to keeping Esmé's interest. Submit too easily and you'll bore her. On the flip side, simply demanding things from her will also get you nowhere.

...I want to be your wet dream, your daydream, your only distraction...
~O/O~A/A~Ideas~Cafe~
Status: Currently have my hands full running Bump in the Night. Always recruiting~!

Autumn Sativus

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TheHangedOne

Love the character picture you chose. The pentagram is a nice touch.
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Timeless

I hope to get a character sheet done soon! I had been delaying this for a while, because I was finding myself having trouble with the sheet. Decided that I should scrape my initial idea and rework my sheet, which is why I want to drop Marion Cotillard and pick Qin Lan as my faceclaim. Gonna make an Asian character, which sits happy with my muse now. =3=

Tokyorose627

I'm rather interested in this! Can we have any supernaturaul type character?

Timeless

Quote from: Tokyorose627 on June 23, 2016, 12:58:57 AM
I'm rather interested in this! Can we have any supernaturaul type character?

From the first post..

"Also, while vamps, wolves and fae were the supernatural creatures I mentioned in the original post, these three are by no means the only options available. We're open to taking ideas about any kind of supernatural creature as long as there is enough lore to support it and base a character off of it. This is mostly so that we'll be able to plan accordingly based on its strengths/weaknesses when plotting to move our game forwards."

dblkrose

Interested. Sounds like fun. Is there a certain player type in request? I'm flexible...
"Why do Roses have Thorns... to remind you that somethings, no matter how beautiful, are not to be touched without a little sacrifice..."

-D

Autumn Sativus

No please feel free to make whatever character type you like. This is an open world sandbox, there will never be a call for particular characters. :-)
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Tokyorose627

So since it's a sandbox game, are there any plots or events that'll come up?

Esoteric Myobi

The game will largely be based around player characters. For example, Initiums will run into encounters during the game and that is how they'll start their path towards a Docebat. What kind of encounter is entirely left up to the player -- if you want something specific or want to leave it totally up to us. We also have some accepted characters with enough interesting backstory that we'll be bringing it up in game and typing up loose ends, so to speak. ;)

So mostly character development and such, but yes, we will also have an overall (loose) plot and events to help push people together and interact. :-)

...I want to be your wet dream, your daydream, your only distraction...
~O/O~A/A~Ideas~Cafe~
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dblkrose

#148
... Character Submission Removed to be Resubmitted...
"Why do Roses have Thorns... to remind you that somethings, no matter how beautiful, are not to be touched without a little sacrifice..."

-D

Esoteric Myobi

Have sent a PM your way to go over your character concept as some changes need to be made :-)

...I want to be your wet dream, your daydream, your only distraction...
~O/O~A/A~Ideas~Cafe~
Status: Currently have my hands full running Bump in the Night. Always recruiting~!