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Offline YukiTopic starter

Looking for RP - Offering character and concepts (M or F)
« on: June 17, 2016, 12:08:03 PM »

nice I was able to pick your interest and you opened this thread.

What I offer:
- Character concepts I built over the time but were never used, for your own story ideas and cravings
- A character coming with a vague offer of a world (Renor) which can be used but does not have to.
- Acceptable to good english writing skills
- Imagination and creativity
- A good amount of flexibility
- Gender does not matter to me (neither behind the screen nor the character) as long as you have creativity and imagination.

What I am not interested in:
- Anime fandom (I like anime but prefer to play outside of it)
- Futa (while I respect this interest of others it is not my cup of tea)
- Smud for the sake of smud. I seek RP which may (or may not) have sexual / BDSM components. Not the other way around.

If you are interested then contact me in person please.

This said, here we go:


Name: Hanaka Aiko
Role: The Victim
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Born in: Singapore
Job: Fathers daughter
Education: University (degree in Mathematics and Robotics)

Height: 5'4
Weight: 124 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Orientation: Straight


General Appearance: Aiko is undeniable of asian heritage. She carries herself with a lot of honor and a strong moral compass and it reflects in her aura and her body-language. Her hair is long and black but bound up most the time into a graceful knot or weave. In general she is a petite person in physical appearance. Her favorite kind of clothes is reflecting her heritage and ranges from simple day to day cheongsum to very intricate modern asian styled gowns or even a kimono. Her kind of elegance is supported by jewelry and a good workout every morning.

Distinguishing Characteristics: She was raised spoiled and tends to show glimpse of an arrogance based on this.

Father: Hanaka Ichirou (Japanese diplomat based in Singapore)
Mother: Hanaka Miku (Daughter of a japanese media tycoon)

Personality: Aiko is a calm personality and grew up in a patriarchal society and family order. Her culture and its old values are present at almost all time and they drive her actions. Honor to her is no simple word nor is loyalty and devotion to her values and family. While all this works well as a shield and protection from the usual strangers it also has its drawback. Her actions can be predicted and deception barely is something she seems to perform well. While she is far away from being naive, she possibly could be manipulated in ways which would corner her and force her to act in ways violating her personal values and morals but are dictated by her culture, family and results of well spun intrigues.

In her books her loyalty to her family comes first, then her personal gain... After this, for a long time nothing follows on that list.

Weaknesses: Aiko does not know true love. She never felt it nor ever had it. She was sheltered well by her family and went to an all female boarding school. While she is not desperate to find it, it still is something that pains her especially since she reads and writes a lot about it and saw many friends fall in love and marry. She understands the concept, not the feeling though.

Friendship is very rare to her. While in general she seems to be a very warm and gentle, even comforting, personality, she feels very lonely inside due to her past, her parents and her sheltered life.

Due to her upbringing she can comes across as reserved and possibly cold when she strictly follows protocols, etiquette and rules.

Notable Skills: Aiko was raised in a diplomat family which is very deeply rooted in the japanese traditions. Her education gave her access to skills in philosophy, history, music, dance, calligraphy, communication, diplomacy, etiquette and meditation. Beside this she speaks mandarin, cantonese, english and french fluently.

Aiko knows basic first aid.

Weapons: None...

Likes: Spiritualism, humor, dignified behavior, her contry and its traditions (she is very proud of them), poetry, strong personalities
Dislikes: Blunt or rude people, alcohol in any form, the lack of etiquette, people who claim to know who she is and how her life looks like
Hobbies: Collecting antique shamisen and playing Go
Fears and Phobias: Her biggest fears are to lose her honor or reputation as well as to die alone and to have never experienced true love.


Name: Anastasia Romanov
Role: The Investigator
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Born in: Berlin
Job: Companion and Private Investigator specialized in high society cases
Education: University (degree Philosophy and Psychology)

Height: 5'7
Weight: 134 lbs
Hair Color: White (most the time)
Eye Color: Brown
Orientation: Pansexual


General Appearance: Anastasia is of russian heritage but shows less of those traces anymore other than her sometimes cold laughter. She carries herself with elegance and dignity and while she knows that she often is seen as a callgirl or worse she does not let this get close to herself. What she learns during conferences or dinners or sometimes in the bedroom has given her leverage in many cases and helped her to weave a web of "favors" she could ask for as well as access to places and societies only few achieve.
Her statue is very feminine and athletic. While she grew up in Berlin she found her deep passion for Aikido and Kendo which got her close to the asian culture. Japanese history is one of her personal interests and along with her non-asian look got her easy access to japanese clients for both her professions. Her favorite kind of clothes are elegant and she sees beauty in simplicity and functionality.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Her whole upper back is tattooed with kanji telling the tale of Yuki Onna.

Father: - Unknown -
Mother: Tatjana Romanov (dead)

Personality: Anastasia comes across as reserved on the first sight but once the ice is broken she seems to be a very social and friendly person. She knows of her temper rooted in her heritage and also how to tame it most the time. She is very versatile and while most the time she seems the femme fatale on other days she would prefer to stay in her bed without all the ties to the society she worked hard to reach. It often seemed a show and a play to her where she tried to play along to find her course.

Weaknesses: Anasatasia sometimes is unable to keep her calm and to tame her temper. There are few men (and women) she allows to speak down on her.

Notable Skills: Anastasia grew up in the backyards and the night of Berlin. Her life as a teenager was not easy after her mother died and all she wanted was to escape poverty. To never worry about money again and so she found her way into the private investigation. No formal training required and shadowing people to learn their secrets, this art she learned on the streets long ago. Yet fate wanted that she met the right people at the right times and made the right decisions which left her to the point she finds herself today. She is able to break simple locks and easily a man's heart as well, or a woman's. She speaks German, English and a few words russian.

Weapons: None...

Likes: Fast cars, eloquent people, people with goals and those who pursue them
Dislikes: People who talk but do not act, Fifty Shades of Grey and machos
Hobbies: Hacking
Fears and Phobias: To lose control over her own life


Name: Silver
Role: The Loner
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Born in: San Francisco
Job: Bouncer
Education: Dropped out of school

Height: 5'9
Weight: 144 lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Red/Brown
Orientation: Pansexual


General Appearance: Silver (which of course is not her real name) is a biker girl who fights her way through life every day. She has a very hard shell but a soft core. Someone who does not mind to hurt others physically to get what she claims as hers but protects someone she would call friend to her last breath. She has her own rules, her own morals, her own codex and her own understanding of life and how it should be. Silver is a rather tall and athletic woman but her body shows a few scars on her arms and upper body from combats against people with knives and broken bottles. Her hair is shoulder long and frames her face in a good way. She is beautiful in her own strange way but would never admit or think this of herself.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Scars on her body from previous fights.

Father: - Unknown -
Mother: - Unknown -

Personality: Silver grew up in an orphant home. She ran away and dropped out of school to join a gang which she left later on. Since then she works as a bouncer in low grade clubs while she travels on her bike from one city to another.

Weaknesses: Silver has a weak spot for the vulnerable people. In a weird way she sees herself as a knight for those who cant protect themselves.

Notable Skills:
- Languages: English, French, some spanish
- Lockpicking
- Multiple martial arts
- Intimidation
- Mechanics (motorcycles)

- Knife in her boot
- Retractable combat baton

Likes: Motorcycles, honesty, mentally strong people who stick to their words and follow through
Dislikes: People who talk too much, bullies and those who try to convince her that they are superior to her or anyone else
Hobbies: She is obsessed with the night and the moon (which gave her the nickname (silver disc of the moon))
Fears and Phobias: To die


Name: Vianna
Role: The Vampire
Generation (VTM): 6
Gender: Female
Age: (looks like) 23
Born in: Istambul
Job: Hitman
Education: University and scribes

Height: 5'8
Weight: 132 lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Orientation: Pansexual


General Information: Vianna was born 1240 in Constantinople where she grew up as the daughter of a merchant. When she turned 23 she was out during the night to make a delivery for her father and never returned. She was embraced by Thetmes and became a loyal member of the Assamite clan (Vampire the Masquerade), the clan of killers. For most of her (un)life she traveled through the world and executed her contracts until she met Véronique La Cruelle (Toreador Antitribu) in Montreal in the 19th century. She fell in love with her which turned out to become a problem out of two reasons. First she was the person she came to kill and second she was the Sabbath Archbishop of the city. Véronique introduced her to the Sabbath and to the decadent things possible in their world. It took some time but eventually her clan realized that Vianna left her path and they sent someone to remind her of her duties. At this point Vianna had to chose between her love and her clan. She chose the prior and killed the man who was sent by her sire. Protected by the Sabbath pack and Veronique she was able to survive three attacks by her clan trying to eradicate her and punish her for the fact that she was violating the codes and betrayed the clan and Camarilla. When Véronique was destroyed in the 1970s Vianna disappeared, not the interest of her clan to destroy her though. Over the centuries she grew in power and skill and recently rumors say that whenever there are high profile targets assassinated in the mortal world, a woman with red eyes and blonde hair and the features which fit her general description was somehow involved. Either in the planning or execution itself.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Poisonous blood

Sire: Thetmes

Personality: Vianna is bitter and cold. A hitman through and through but not impossible to reach. There are few things in this world she still cares for and those could be the key to reach her.

Weaknesses: The pain she still carries with her over the loss of Véronique.

Notable Skills:
- Languages: Arabiq, Turkish, English, French, Sanskrit, German, Portugese and Spanish
- Martial Arts
- Firearms
- Electronic affinity
- Vampire disciplines

- 9mm Beretta and silencer
- Khanjar

Likes: Weapons, fast cars, luxury to some degree, art (mainly painting and music)
Dislikes: People in general, vampire society and their skirmishes as a whole
Fears and Phobias: To forget Véronique one day


Name: Renor
Role: The Huntress
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Born in: Unknown
Job: Huntress

Height: 5'6
Weight: 128 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Jade Green
Orientation: Pansexual


General Appearance: See the story below.

Distinguishing Characteristics: See the story below.

Father: - Unknown -
Mother: - Unknown -

Personality: Renor comes across as a silent predator such as a panther or jaguar but there always feels more to be hidden deep inside. Secrets she may not even know herself. She is caring to those who care in return and is vicious to those who abuse others with an unforgiving personality.

Weaknesses: Renor is a loner and has a hard time to accept company or even to rely on other people. She tends to hide her emotional world from those around her.

Notable Skills:
- Languages: General/Standard, Sen (language of her people)
- Melee and ranged combat
- Tracking / hunting
- Survival

- Sword
- Katana
- Spear
- Bow

Likes: Strength, spirituality, nature, humility
Dislikes: Arrogance, alpha males, slavers
Fears and Phobias: -/-


Renor entered the city after the sun set and the moon rose. The orange light of the sun slowly died at the horizon and tinted the the red roofs in an almost blood like color. This city grew so rich by its trading in the past decades. She felt out of place here. It was no secret that most of the riches of Shanjira came from the well established trading routes put in place by its slave traders. Female slaves was an all present commodity and currency while officially condemned and forbidden. Yet it was no secret that they could be found and bought in this city easily. Not being called slaves but servants instead did not change the fact of what they were. Over the decades or centuries out of this situation evolved a pure patriarchal society. Women in the city were married to the benefit of the family and the merchant houses, each lead by a patriarch, had the territories of the city split among them. The strongest of them called themselves princes. A title that often came with a lot of blood and violence. It was not uncommon that a prince enslaved his wife to marry another and by this grew his family and household as well as satiated his appetite for change. In general they were used to get what they want. Either with money, intrigue or bloodshed.

Entering a city like this was a dangerous and risky act for Renor. She was not only a stranger here but should one with influence find interest in her then it would be possible that he would try to own her. Under no circumstance would she ever be allowed to show any weakness. Yet she had not many options knowing that the one she swore to protect could be found here. She had no idea how she got here and why other than that she was fleeing from something terrifying. More terrifying than possible slavery. Yet maybe she had allies in this city? Old friends? Family? Renor though knew no one in this hostile place.

As she passed the first group of people within the walls on her steed she registered their rich and colorful clothes while she wore a dark and mostly worn out leather armor. Her head and mouth were covered by long and dark red fabric to protect her face and head from the forces of nature. A long cloak fell heavy from her shoulders over her back and was partially draped over the back of her horse. At her side attached to her belt hung a katana. The sheath was wrapped in old linen but the handle gave away that there was pride in this weapon. It was well ornamented and of tremendous craftsmanship. A quiver hung at her other side filled with arrows and a long yumi was attached to the saddle of her raven steed. While all her hair and most of her face was hidden she had the typical unnatural jade green and cold eyes of the Sen, the wild people, who live outside the walls of cities and either in small families or on their own. They were rumored to be perfect hunters and mysterious. There were tales of them being able to disappear in plain sight, stand straight in a sandstorm without any sign of motion and some even say they would control the water. But there were those tales as well which were told by parents to their children about the Sen if they misbehaved. Those tales spoke of them as savages, monsters and cannibals. All those tales combined most likely were responsible for the real mystery around those people. Nevertheless it might be the first line of defense Renor would be able to use should someone try to grow too much interest in her. After all not many men would be so stupid to approach a Sen directly as one thing was a known fact - Sen fought to their death and knew no retreat nor surrender.

Her hands were gloved in the same worn out black leather as her armor and coat. The right one was holding the reins of her steed in a loose manner. The heavy boots, only covered by the long leather pants, pushed into the flank of the horse. Instead of making the beast jump it came to a halt right next to the group of people who took a step back after looking up to her. Their first thought clearly was 'savage' and it was painted on their faces. Renor was covered in dirt and sand in a perfect clean city. She stood out. Even the slaves which were passing the street and nearby marketplaces were dressed better and richer than her. Though for sure their clothes would not help them in the wilderness outside the city. A place where this woman seemed to have been raised and lived her whole life.

"Mornai." Only this single word rolled over her lips after she pulled the red fabric down and gave an open view on her dirt covered and marked face. Her intonation, while not aggressive, held a clear vibe of demand. Her head only then slowly turned and her unnatural green eyes stared into the soul of one of the peasants next to her steed. At least this was what the man felt this very moment. Those eyes, they stared beyond the physical world. They demanded something deeper. Like a firm hand would be wrapping around someones heart and soul. And still there was nothing other than this single word spoken in that voice that hold a strange vibe. Those eyes and the serene aura the woman radiated, this confidence not many women held up in this city, separated her easily from the crowd if not her appearance.

It took a few seconds until the man replied. "House Mornai is down the street and over the marketplace. You cannot miss their house. It is a huge red building complex to the right."

Renor shifted her eyes very slowly toward the direction the man mentioned then she nodded. The man lowered his head for the moment but then out of pride and defiance raised it instantly again. No man would bow to a woman in this city unless it was a slave. Not even hint it in any form. He looked into those green orbs of the woman on the horse. Her lids closed slow and in almost ritualistic manner. A smile brushed over her lips while those eyes opened again and she pulled the scarf back into place to cover most of her face. If it was a tradition or if she had something to hide the man would never know.

"Thanks." She said with a respectful tone and yet those eyes hit hard, either intentionally or subconsciously. Her heels pushed slightly into the sides of her steed and while they slowly parted her gaze remained locked on the man for only a few seconds more and still it was enough to make him feel her.

Renor's head, with this all present serenity around her, finally turned without haste to see for her path through the masses and toward the marketplace where people of the city along with caravans filled the big space. Her right hand rested on the knob of the saddle with the reins hanging loose. Only the pressure of her heels commanded the horse with the stuffed saddlebags through the crowd until they came to a halt in front of a tall dark red wooden gate guarded by two armored men on each side.

"I seek to speak to Prince Mornai. My name is Renor." She announced herself. She was expected. Two weeks ago she was found by a messenger of this house with a sealed scroll-case. Opening the scroll she found out that the woman she was meant to protect was residing here. At least that was what she interpreted in the vague words she deciphered in the letter. After sending a first message from the gates of the city to the merchant house she was requested to meet the prince in person.

On request of the guard, after eyeing her for a long time from top to toe, she showed the case which held the symbol of the house. The guard allowed her to pass but from that very moment on a guard was at her side at all times. Only as she was led into her private quarters with the stuffed saddlebags over her shoulder she was allowed to be alone. Though she was able to hear the guards taking their post outside their door. Most likely not to protect her, she assumed, but to make sure the Sen would cause no carnage or other things within these walls.

She took the time to change and clean herself. After all she was meant to meet a prince and she was no savage, no matter what the rumors said about the Sen. She was even different from her own kin.

Time passed by and she was long done before a guard entered to escort her to the prince. Yet as he opened the door he stopped in his tracks. What he found was clearly not the image he expected to see when meeting a Sen.


Name: Cilice
Role: The Biker
Generation (VTM): 6
Gender: Female
Age: (looks like) 22
Born in: Björnhuvud
Job: None
Education: Training on the job as a music producer

"Theme Song"

Unrelenting, their endevour to rule lives
Teaching you an artificial truth
That you will grieve no more
That you will die no more

Narrow minded mercenaries
Slave traders, soul collectors
Send a promise of destruction
To those who will not kneel
Derision of the upright ones;
As fear devours all doubts

But there are so many things
I hold beyond their reach
The doom you promised me may come
I'm not afraid

You cannot save me
I am the counterweight
No need to save me;
For I am the counterweight
And I will grieve no more
I will die no more

Height: 5'10
Weight: 145 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Orientation: Pansexual


Background Story
Cilice was born 1919 as Astrid Lörkstedden in Björnhuvud (N/E of Stockholm) as the daughter of a fisherman and his wife. While she helped a lot in the household and raised traditionally she never felt comfortable with the traditional gender roles and expectations. People like Marie Curie inspired her and more and more she rebelled against her parents until a strong fallout between her father and herself which caused her to run off as a 17-year-old woman when he tried to arrange a marriage with a man she could not stand. Her father though needed the bond between the families to end a business competition between himself and the father of the desired man for his daughter.
Astrid fled into the forests and made her way north only barely hearing from the war that was brooding in central Europe. She finally found work among woodsmen. First as a cook until she more and more earned the trust of the men into her and took over more tasks. Unfortunately being without family about invited men to approach her in ways inappropriate. Most of them were in jest and testing the waters but one man, in particular, did not only fool around and aimed to take her as his without accepting any denial from her side.

Ijana was watching this young woman for a while now. Often as a simple trader and sometimes in a form more wild and unexpected by the humans about. When she witnessed the approach of the man she stepped in to protect the young woman. It became ugly and words led to action and action to a dead woodsman. Astrid, while still in shock, was taken by the hand and led out of the camp. Everyone would suspect her to be the killer and Ijana could not stay to explain, so she decided to take the woman with her. Five years were gone since the young woman ran away from home and the war in Europe was raging. While Sweden remained neutral the chance was high that this black cancer would jump the ocean to devour this country as well and Ijana was fighting with claws and teeth (if necessary) to defend her land. She gave Astrid a choice to join their war or to leave but in either way, she would die. Either as the young woman among the wolves (either on four legs or on two) or through an embrace. Astrid, who was hungering for freedom and a meaning in her life picked the embrace and little did she know the true meaning of an Embrace.

During the second world war, Astrid remained with Ijana in Stockholm for a while before she joined Brunhilde and the Valkyrie in the forests and fought the darkness pouring from the borders into their country. The wild and freedom was from the open land but also the Valkyrie called for her. During this time she learned the way of fighting as a vampire and to use all necessary to protect herself. When Germany was defeated and the poison slowly vaned from the veins of their land she decided to leave for Paris and learn more of the Camarilla and the vampire society as well as their history. It was there that she realized her interest in music and arts and while she was finding her course she did not feel the music as deep as she desired. Only when Elvis entered the stage of the world she began to understand. It was more the raw, the rebel sound of music that spoke to her. She decided to change course and travel to Los Angeles where she got deeper into the music scene but also met Jeremy MacNeil.

Infected now by the virus of anarchy and total freedom from the shackles of the Camarilla she joins the anarchs and witnessed the assassination attempt from Clan Assamite on Jeremy MacNeil and gets closer to him. In her attempt to protect her friend she stepped in and under pain diablized the assassin taking in some of his soul and knowledge. She stepped back at this time to deal with the consequences but stayed close to Jeremy. Even today she feels still sympathy to his movement and more importantly, with him. Not only the change in her aura which soon, so she hoped, would fade but also the impact it had on her personality. She seemed colder and harder. Yet it was also that very night one man turned an eye on her she was neither expecting nor wishing for. Kyle Strathcona who himself was not embraced into the Sabbat heard of her act of defense and lack of morality to avoid diablerie. A prowess he respected but at the same time, he was busy building up Carolina Valez. Nevertheless, he decided to keep an eye on Astrid.

When Carolina Valez became Archbishop in Los Angeles 1962 war was looming over the city but Astrid stayed out of it. She was mainly working for the now legendary Sunset Sound Records. Even when war among the kindred broke lose she was more interested in music and helped recording Doors’ The Doors (1967), the Led Zeppelin’s albums Led Zeppelin II (1969) and Led Zeppelin IV (1972) and the Rolling Stones’ Exile on Main Street (1972). Only for Woodstock in 1969 she left LA and meeting Jimmy Hendrix sparked her interest in learning to play guitar herself. Something she rigorously followed from this point on and helped many musicians in the studios to find their sound or a new hook. She always stayed anonymous but many people like Mick Jagger and Maynard James Keenan still remember her.

At the peak of the flower power time and inspired by Woodstock Astrid moved to San Francisco to feel and experience it with every fiber of her body. The desire for freedom and peace resonated with her very strongly. Especially with still the memories of Sweden, the Valkyrie, and WW2 holding a grip on her mind. The loss of her parents, even though the dispute, took its toll and she was seeking for a deeper meaning. LSD was the drug of choice and through the blood of her victims, she had access to it while being able to play down the drinking as hallucinations in their LSD high. It was also the time where she got in touch for the first time with the Old Guard which opened up her entrance into the BDSM world and community. While mainly gay men at that time there also were a few women who found interest in the lifestyle and strict rules. Astrid soon identified herself as a top and embraced an odd attraction to sadism. Her passion for motorcycles was found through this community as well and Easy Rider screamed freedom into her face, a call she wanted to follow very badly. When 1977 the FXS Low Rider was announced by Harley Davidson she gathered the money, worked with mechanics at that time and got her own ride up and running. She never strayed away from Harley Davidson from that moment on and stayed true to her passion.

When in 1982 Carolina Valez, is declared a traitor to the sect by Fuller, Astrid was traveling through the US with her bike and for the first time felt free. When Velez in return accused Fuller of incompetence of title. Kyle Strathcona interceded and declared Fuller to be a failure and removed him from the title by giving it to Carolina. For the next 10 years, she kept the Sabbat underground and not involving themselves in any warfare against the Anarch Free States. In those years of travel, she missed the Punk era but found her own salvation in the wide open world of the South-West.

In 1983 Astrid decided to return to Sweden to make peace with her parents but totally had forgotten time was a critical factor for mortals. She found her parents dead and never had a chance to tell them how deep, even with the clash, she had felt for them which drove her into an emotional turmoil and the desire to find reason and a way for closure. Seeking out Brunhilde again she told her that there are old Wicca ways to speak to the dead. Astrid considered this all fake and fairy tales but her Sire introduced her into a witch coven where she learned of herbs and potions but more importantly the meaning of spiritualism. Fueled by this experience she settled over to Germany to meet a clansmember in the black forest but instead got stuck in Hamburg. Once more music called out for her and pierced deep into her heart. It was the era of Dark Wave and Gothic. An underlying feeling of pain and loss in the music was perfectly expressing her emotions and she ended up working in the studios of London and Hamburg mainly working with Sisters of Mercy and Dead Can Dance but also had the pleasure to support Depeche Mode during their Violator tour and Anne Clark by helping her writing Sleeper in Metropolis. For the time being she did not follow her other passion, motorcycles, anymore as she was drawn into something beautiful again. When EBM become more and more popular she met Ronan Harris and influenced his lyrics for VNV Nation but never let go of her friendship with Lisa Gerrard, who sadly returned to Australia and Brandon Perry who remained in Ireland in his own private church. Astrid though was ripped out of her darker and deeper emotional state when a new sound from Seattle called her back to the states.

Her interest in music was unbroken and unsullied which soon should change when the era of Grunge began. She survived the times of Flower Power, Punk and Darkwave but Grunge would cause a deep cut in her unlife. Especially Nirvana and Pearl Jam which both came out of Seattle managed to touch her. The years of practice with her guitar helped her to find access to this small circle of very strong and gritty sound and musicians. The dark colors in her Aura were gone by now and she was able to walk freely among the kindred again. And while she delved and indulged in the nightlife of the city where she was a common guest in the insider clubs Kyle Strathcona had never forgotten about her. She was there when it all began. She drank and jammed with Eddie Vedder and shared the bed with Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love. When her interest to Kurt became more and more intense Kyle decided to lead her to the dark side. While at the beginning he tried to bring her over to the Sabbat in a gentle recruitment she kept resisting and preferred her freedom. Only when Kyle threatened to kill both, Kurt and Courtney, Astrid decided to accept his offer. Once the vaulderie was done though he 'motivated' Kurt to find interest in the end of a shotgun while the singer pulled the trigger.

Astrid went out of control and destroyed not only her apartment but the whole pack she had joined. The last one standing in the fires of the haven being a Setite gave her the power of Serpentis through the diablerie. While she never gained a generation through the act, she gained knowledge and memories of a time long gone. This time though she also got a taste of the weakness the follower of set in their clan and it would never leave her again. She was on a rampage and the pain drove her deeper and deeper onto her Path of Lilith. Only Kyle was finally able to stop her with a piece of wood. Never would he have expected such a fury inside this young looking woman but after all, she was a Valkyrie trained and indoctrinated by Brunhilde. After a week Kyle brought her back to consciousness and explained that he gave her freedom. That such dependency to a mortal could never end well for her. She needed to be who she was, free and strong. He decided to rename her Cilice, after the medieval item monks used to torture themselves, as she seemed to grow in pain and had tortured herself for too long. He then offered her to work for him which she denied in the beginning but this man had his ways to convince her and she finally gave in.

He sent her to Vancouver to spy on Siegfried but she came back without the desired news. Not because she failed but because there was not much home to place a foothold in the city for the Sabbat. The prince was leading the place very tight-knit and did not let anything happen without his awareness. Yet rumor has it that she had her fingers in the intrigue to break the peace between the lupines and vampires in Vancouver. Maybe a reason why her next stop brought her to Toronto where she infiltrated the Bleeding Hearts pack and revealed Irvina Sevez, the pack priest as an infernalist. Note given to Kyle he informed the inquisition and moved Cilice out before the fire hit the pack. While the pack survived and still reigns in Toronto, the loss of their priest and the trust in the pack crippled their power allowing Anarchs to build small areas to call their homes.

In 2010 Kyle officially gave Celice the title of a Templar. Carolina was no longer Archbishop of Montreal anymore and the main threat of the infernalists was destroyed. Kyle though introduced Cilice to a woman he announced to possibly be interesting for his protegee. A mortal occultist from the US west coast traveling Canada. Her name, Josefina, rang well in Cilice's ear and more so the naivety the woman had still in this world. She valued the blindness to the dark and gritty truth of the night and decided to find interest in her. Little did not know that it was the granddaughter of Carolina Valez. While the intention of Kyle Strathcona in this action may seem obvious to those who know this small fact, his interest in sending his executioner into the City of One Thousand Steeples was not so clear.

Arriving in Montreal during spring Cilice participated in the Jazz festival to understand and feel the vibe of the sound in the city but fast returned back to her roots, the dark sound of the now much more electronic version of darkwave and EBM. She never broke her connection to Ronan and grew her network even more. It opened up the way into the world of industrial music which brought the hard sound of the rock and roll back into her unlife. It was only a small step to go from there to heavy metal which she explored the first time during the Heavy MTL festival in 2011 where she found a special interest in Godsmack and Motörhead. Her deep connection with the music, especially the harder one now as well as the older dark wave made her become an almost daily guest in the Passport club before it closed in 2015. She found back to her passion for motorcycles and made regular trips over the close border to the states. Boston, New York and Vermont were her primary rides. Montreal Fetish Weekend just added up to her own interests and she attended the parties in the night with deep desire. Once more her path was driving her.

In a summer night of 2012, she ended up in the woods of Vermont. This time Kyle sent her to take care of a family and to make it bloody and painful to send a message. Pentex had found its dark ways into the forest and while Kyle did not care about the wyrm or lupines, he cared about the fact that they delivered supplies for an infernalist nearby. He wanted to cut the supplies before aiming for the man itself. At least this was what he told Cilice. The execution was supposed to be easy, 'kill all of them' he said to her, father, mother and their daughter. They all were supposed to be infected.

Cilice approached slowly and carefully. There was light in the cabin and the shadows announced the fact that someone was inside. Kyle had given her pictures to identify the small family. For a while, she roamed around the house. Her skills and disciplines supported her fabulously. Peeking through a window she could see the woman and the man but the child was nowhere to be found. After Cilice shut down their car she simply knocked at the door with a revolver hidden behind her back. When the door opened there was no introduction, no 'hello'. Instead, she kicked the door open and the wood splintered against the wall but no sound filled the room. There was an unnatural silence surrounding them. Her strength was inhuman at this time and she made use of it. The first shot was fired and again no sound, only the consequences of her actions. There was no resistance as the moment of surprise was on her side and the woman hit the wall to Celice's left and painted a red curtain on the pale wood. Within a blink of an eye, she stood behind the man and fired another bullet. For a human, it would have looked like a teleportation or being at two spots in the room at the same time. The bullet went through the back of the head of the man and his blood and brain sprayed into the open room. It ended as fast as it had begun. Finally, the curtain of silence fell and a soft whimper was heard from the door. The woman oddly had survived the first assault. With her last heartbeats, the mother reached for a medallion at her neck and tightened her fist around it. Cilice, curious of the token and content, approached and opened the fist of the dying woman who begged her for the safety of her daughter then fell silent. She was dead. Celice took and opened the medallion and found a picture of their daughter inside. When she did not find the young woman in the cabin she searched the wallets of the two and found the address of the family. Since it was early in the night still she jumped on her bike and made herself on the way to take care of the last one of the family. They all had to die after all.

Her ride took longer than expected and led her once more to California. The fact that not only one but two biker gangs tried to recruit her kind of honored her but she always preferred to be a nomad and usually was able to take care of herself. When she arrived at the address she found the girl was already surrounded by police and lawyers. The death of her parents was public and she was selling the house. Oddly the young girl reminded her of herself when she was young so she decided to observe and not kill the girl right away which was a mistake as the longer she watched her the more she could see herself in the girl. This unsullied, untainted, naive and somewhat innocent thing she always wished to be but never had the chance to be. She grew a fondness of Rachel, which was her name, and followed her to New York when she moved. She never revealed herself. She followed her through the clubs and into the darkness Rachel was driving herself into up to a point of self-destructive tendencies. When she picked a fight with a group of men right outside a dangerous club in the Bronx Cilice stepped in and broke her silence. Once done she stared at the young woman. "Are you really so desperate to die?"

Cilice decided to take Rachel under her wings. She did not think about embracing her but somewhat felt responsible for her. She had killed her parents after all. It went on for a year then Kyle found her and demanded that she ended what she started. With reluctance, she agreed but not the way Kyle expected. His demand was that the girl had to die. He did not explain how though or what would happen after this so Cilice decided to embrace the young woman and brought her outside of New York. She revealed herself once more to Rachel. This time her true self and when the woman began to run she caught her after a couple of meters and brought her down. It was no loving, no beautiful act but Rachel died and then... she returned. They never spoke about this evening again.

Kyle, while not truly happy about the outcome accepted the fact that Cilice now had a childe and decided not to interfere, for now, but commanded her back to Montreal.

With which order and out of which reason we can only wait and find out as the tale continues...

Sire: Ijana

- Calm Heart
- Deceptive Aura

- Rat in a Cage
- Prey Exclusion (Women)
- Sleeping with the Enemy
- Light Sensitive

Notable Skills:
- Languages:  English, French, Swedish
- Brawl
- Computers
- Music
- Vampire disciplines

Distinguishing Characteristics: Her Tattoos

- .45 1911 Springfield
- Knife at her belt

Likes: Motorcycles, 1% MC Lifestyle (even though hard to fit in as a woman), Music in many forms
Dislikes: Society (human and vampire), People who talk too much and walk too less
« Last Edit: January 25, 2018, 11:41:54 PM by Yuki »

Offline YukiTopic starter

Re: Looking for RP - Offering character and concepts (M or F)
« Reply #1 on: May 10, 2017, 11:14:31 AM »
** Added Vianna **

Offline YukiTopic starter

Re: Looking for RP - Offering character and concepts (M or F)
« Reply #2 on: January 25, 2018, 11:50:52 PM »
** Added Cilice **