Macabre {Open Recruitment}

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Most of the time, haha

Either way, I'm looking forward to whatever you've got planned :)

[Malrunar]

I have begun the process of creating a delectable creature for this rather lovely setting. Hopefully she should be ready for viewing tomorrow...keeping all crossable appendages crossed.

Woo hoo!!!

[DrMcQuark]

Definitely interested in this!

I have two ideas:

A vampire - A woman from Japan (FC: Asa Akira) about 200 to 300 years old whose sire and lover was killed by another vampire. She is seeking revenge on him.

A succubus - (FC: TBD and variable) She has the ability to read her victim's mind and change her form to become their fantasy lover. She lives by draining a portion of her victim's life force during sex, but she can also consume her victim's soul which is a one-way ticket to hell.

In both cases, I would love to have either character fall for a mortal (PC or NPC) and the complications that would go along with that.

Do you have a preference? Thoughts from players also welcome.

[Malrunar]

Welcome! Both would be a good fit, but we could use a few more vamps in this group for sure. 😁 Looking forward to seeing the character you come up with.

[DrMcQuark]

Here we go!

»  Mayumi Hitomi  «

Name:- Mayumi Hitomi; “May”

Age:- Apparent: 25  Actual: 179

Sexuality:- Bisexual - Lesbian leaning

Race:- Vampire

Birthplace:- Hokkaidō, Japan

Postition/Occupation:- Dilettante/Troubleshooter

Bloodline:- Aiko Watanabe (Deceased)

Personality Traits:-
Mayumi truly enjoys the vampiric life. She believes that feeding should be a pleasure to be savored to both vampire and “victim”. Sex and feeding to her are intertwined that she rarely ever feeds without intimacy.

She appears to be a dilettante, taking few matters seriously that take away her pleasures. She is, however, very protective of her friends and lovers and will defend them ferociously. While she enjoys her friendships with other vampires and humans, she will often distance herself emotionally if things become too close. She’s been in love a handful of times, none of which ended well for her. One thing she takes very seriously is desire for revenge on the vampire that destroyed Aiko, so she continues to practice her sword and martial arts techniques. (This is a skill that she has sometimes been called upon to use in service of the vampire community although she does not work for Cepos and has not been called upon for her services.)

When she talks about her past, there are large parts that she omits in normal conversation, such as her time in Boulder, Colorado where she lived prior to moving to Seattle and much of her early times with her sire.

Someone who gets past her emotional walls may discover she feels a great deal of loneliness that she compensates for with her hedonism.


Synospsis:- The Imperial army had overwhelmed the forces of the Shogunate, signally the end of an era. As with most violent changes, little care or consideration was given to the treatment of those on the losing side. As Mayumi, handmaiden to the Shogun’s wife, sat with her mistress, the fear of what would become of them grew. Mayumi also feared for her secret love; the lover who came to her every full moon to make love to her and to take what she needed, which was always given freely. Tonight, however, was not a full moon and she feared she would never see her pale lover again.

Heavy footsteps marched up the stairs and within moments a small group of samurai, the last of the Shogun’s loyal men, entered. The lead man dropped to his knees and bowed.
The Shogun’s wife stood, a fearful look at what she assumed would be grim news.

“My husband?”

“The Shogun lives, but he must soon surrender to the Emperor’s forces. We have come to take you to safety.”

“Prepare my things,” she directed to her handmaidens.

The lead samurai stood.

“There is no time. The Emperor’s army is following and will be here any moment. We only have one available horse. You must go alone.”

The handmaidens all wailed and cried except for Mayumi, she only looked to the window in desperation.

The samurai guards took the Shogun’s wife by the arms and hurried her out of the room.

The women continued to cry and scream, pleading to be taken with their mistress. Just before leaving, the last samurai turned, gritting his teeth as he tossed his wakizashi to the floor he turned his back and left to follow his men and their charge.

The handmaidens stared at the small sword; the samurai’s meaning very clear to each of them, but no one moved to take the sword first. Perhaps they hoped some form of salvation would keep them from what surely waited for them at the hands of the Emperor’s men.

Mayumi went to the window and peered out at the gibbous moon. Her love would not come. The risk was too great and Mayumi was nothing more than a pleasant night’s diversion.

She wiped a tear from her eye and looked back at the other handmaidens and then to the sharp blade. No, her end would not come on the point of a steel blade. She envisioned herself at the top of the castle, bereft of her robes or any other clothing. She would stare at the moon, spread her arms and whisper a fond farewell to the mysterious lover who gave her so much joy before leaping into the sky and flying to her end.

With purpose, Mayumi stood and left the room and mounted the stairs that would take her to the highest tower, the one nearest the courtyard, and with a beautiful view of the sky.

At the top of the tower Mayumi removed her kimono, folding it carefully and placing it on the stone floor. She repeated the act until she stood, nude and shivering in the cold moonlight. The sounds of battle grew closer and closer, the Imperial forces driving the meager army of the Shogun back to the castle. Nothing would be able to stop them.

Mayumi stepped up onto the wall, surprising herself at how calm she was, and looked up at the moon.

“My love?”

The voice startled her, but she knew it within an instant, and she stepped off the battlement to behold her pale lover wearing her familiar red robes waving softly in the cold breeze.

“You came!” Mayumi ran into the arms of her beloved. She was cold, but in her love’s embrace she warmed and she wept.

“Of course,” the pale beauty replied. “I could not let the savage men of the Emperor take you from me.”

They stood embracing for only a moment.

“We must hurry,” the woman in red said, as she gathered up Mayumi’s kimono and placed it back on her.

The next two hours were a blur as Mayumi’s lover made their way from the castle, avoiding both the Shogun’s men and the Emperor’s army. On more than one instance, she was certain they would be spotted but the soldiers paid no attention to them. The way was rough where sometime the snow was knee-deep in places and the fear of capture was ever-present. Mayumi did not mind as long as she was with her love.

Eventually, they stopped at a small house in the forest and the woman in red brought Mayumi inside. She stoked the small stove and set a teapot to boil before wrapping Mayumi in a thick blanket. Soon, the tea was ready and the two women enjoyed a cup.

“Why did you think I would not come for you?”

Mayumi looked down into her cup, shame reddening her face.

“I thought I was only an occasional diversion for you,” she spoke softly.

The woman in red took both of Mayumi’s hands in hers.

“If you knew how much I yearned for the full moon when I could be with my beautiful Mayumi again. How often I almost came to you when it would not have been safe. If my heart still possessed a beat, it would be only for you.”

“Then, why tonight?”

The mystery woman took Mayumi’s cheek in her palm and stared directly into her eyes.

“I could not bear the thought of you being taken away from me,” she said as she leaned in to passionately kiss Mayumi. Mayumi returned the kiss with feelings she thought once that she should never have. Not for another woman; not for a woman like her lover in red.

They stopped for a moment, leaning against the other’s forehead.

“You know what I am?”

Mayumi nodded.

“I want to ask you something and I want you to think very carefully before you answer.

“I can make you like me, if you want. It will change you forever, but we can be together always.”

She held Mayumi’s head in her hands to see her deep brown eyes.

“Do you want me to do this?”

Mayumi took the woman’s hand and kissed the palm before cradling in in the crook of her neck.

“With all my heart. I never want to be parted from you again.”

“There is a price. You will need to feed, like I have fed on you. You will die, but not forever. You will wake into a new life; a life where you will never know death’s touch, where we will never be parted.”

“Whatever the price is, I’ll gladly pay it even if it meant one more hour with you. I love you.”

The pale woman smiled, her sharp fangs showing but Mayumi was not afraid. She drew the blanket off Mayumi’s freely offered neck and planted soft kisses drawing moans from the beautiful former handmaiden.

“It will be as the times before, but this time I must take much more from you. You will feel as though you were passing out, but you must stay awake until you drink of my blood. I will bite you once more and take all of what is left of your life. You will wake again in three nights. I will never be far from you in that time and you must do exactly as I tell you.”

Mayumi nodded.

“This can never be undone. You must be certain.”

Mayumi answered by pulling her face to her neck.

“Please tell me your name.”

“Aiko. My name is Aiko,” she responded as she opened her mouth and gently bit Mayumi as she had done so many times before.

Mayumi moaned loudly, crying out in pure ecstasy as Aiko drank deeply. It was different than before. More blissful, more urgent. She came again and again before she sensed darkness about to take her.
Aiko withdrew her fangs, letting the wound continue to bleed instead of closing it as she had in the past. She opened her robe to expose her breast and drew a sharp fingernail across it just above the nipple. The wound seeped blood and Aiko brought Mayumi’s mouth to it.

“Drink, my love, drink of me and become one with me.”

Aiko screamed in pleasure as Mayumi drew her nipple into her mouth and drank the offered blood. She came, barely able to hold Mayumi’s head to her breast. A moment later she laid Mayumi down on the floor, her lover barely conscious but smiling even as a small trickle of Aiko’s blood ran from the corner of her mouth. She nodded in answer to Aiko’s unasked question and Aiko quickly fell to her neck, biting one final time and drinking the last of her love’s blood.

“I love you, Aiko,” Mayumi weakly managed before passing forever into her new life.

In almost two centuries of un-life, Mayumi has traveled the globe drinking in the best the world has to offer. She amassed a fortune through various means which has allowed her the freedom to “live” as she sees fit. No matter where she traveled, she rarely retired without a lovely companion to satisfy both of her insatiable appetites.

Special Abilities:-

• Mind Control: Mayumi has a limited form of mind control. She cannot force anyone to do anything against their will, but she has become adept at lowering inhibitions. It is stronger with someone she has shared blood with.
• Telepathy: She can read surface thoughts of someone by touching them. She can also establish a mental bond with someone she has shared blood with.
• Ecstasy Bite: Mayumi’s bite creates an incredible feeling of ecstasy in the person she feeds from and sometimes will even cause the person to experience a powerful orgasm. There is also a “feedback” feeling to Mayumi which has, in the past, caused her to feed too deeply on her lover. She managed to stop herself in each case and she is very careful not to fall too deeply into that sensation.
• Vampiric Physicality: Much like most other vampires, Mayumi is possessed of incredible speed and reaction time as well as supernatural strength, night vision and heightened senses of taste and smell.
• Sword and Martial Arts: Mayumi is highly skilled in the use of the katana and various martial arts.
• Ghost Silence: A combination of vampire ability and training, Mayumi can move absolutely silently.

Weaknesses and Flaws:-
Being a younger vampire (by comparison) Mayumi is very sensitive to sunlight. She also has been without a personal assistant since she left Boulder and is not as organized as she once was which might cause some issues with some of her donors.

Mayumi is also very hedonistic and will go after who and what she wants and certainly willing to try most anything, once. While it doesn’t happen as often as it used to, she can get lost in the euphoria and pleasure of feeding and intimacy, and drink too deeply. It’s especially difficult if she hasn’t fed for a while or wants to pleasure her partner.

She will become very cold to someone who tries to dig into her past too much and will be outright angry if someone she cares about is threatened.

Dirty Deeds:- O/O’s(Mayumi is capable of many more kinks than I, so you can always ask.)

Notes:- Mayumi owns a 1938 Chrysler C20 Custom Limousine, a gift from a friend. It is her pride and joy. She owns a number of other expensive cars, but the Limo is her favorite.

[Malrunar]

For those who were asking, here is a current tab of our characters.

Vampires:-    5
Werewolf:-    2
Weretiger:-   2
Werebear:-   1
Demons:-     3
Humans:-     4


Would love to add more shifters and vamps to the mix, but all species are welcome!

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»  Null, the Faceless   «

Name:- "Null"

Age:- Apparent: Varies | True: 337.

Sexuality:- Pansexual

Race:- Vampire

Birthplace:- America

Postition/Occupation:- Assassin

Bloodline:- Phoenicia Hollow

Personality Traits:- Darkly Humored | Versatile | Animal Lover | Socially Distant | Friendly | Dishonest

Synospsis:- Not much is known of the Monster now known as Null. This is by design, though not his own. To hear him tell it, the Monster was a slave in youth; until he made his escape with aid from a noble vampiress. In death, the Monster found new life, using his protean abilities to bring justice to plantation owners and freedom to their so-called property. He gained a name for himself, his identity rising to a level of infamy that would score indelibly on the pages of history--whether the world wanted it to or not. He would be the rallying cry; a persona above even himself.

That was until a witch came along and ruined everything.

She'd been using her plantation as a farm for potent ingredients, from roots and herbs for salves to spleens and eyes for more sinister spellwork. The Monster slew her for her sins, and with it brought down the wrath of a powerful coven. They got their vengeance not through his Final Death, but by stripping him of his name and his face. He was left only with the Masks of those he'd slain; those he'd hated above all, and those he would slay and consume in future years. His true identity was forever lost to time and forgot by all who knew it--even himself.

He has roamed long and far since, only stopping in Seattle in the past year, where he's offered his services to Cepos for payment. By contract, these services are carried out only toward those he judges as deserving of death. It just so happens that most supernaturals fit the bill. 

Special Abilities:-
Protean: Null can take on the shape of an animal or person he's consumed flesh from. With it comes surface-level instincts or identifiers they might share with an acquaintance. This ability reads every detail of the target's physiology and alters him accordingly, though he can also mix and match for a most disturbing visage.

Stalker: Null can dip into the minds of those around him, obfuscating him from their senses. This ability does not work on sufficiently shielded minds, and psychics can still sense his presence even if they cannot see him.

Shifting Mind: Null can cloak his thoughts in a field of ever-shifting ideas, reflections, and animal instincts--all borrowed from the minds of past victims.

Weaknesses and Flaws:-
Curse of the Unknown: He has no face and no name. He cannot recall either and if a current identity becomes too well known while he wears it, the curse will strip it from him.

Flesh Eater: The unsavory aspect of his most foundational ability tends to leave a bad taste in others' mouths...and sometimes in his. There is something about feasting on a victim that marks and befouls one's soul, even if said victim was villainous as could be.

Witch Sense: One might think it would be lovely to sense the vile, vengeful witches hidden about, but for him, it is more a curse than a blessing. When in the presence of a witch, his facade cracks, quite literally, eventually threatening to reveal the horror that lies beneath every mask he wears.

Lonely: Due to his occupation, curse, and feeding habits, he has not had luck in maintaining friendships. And even if he did, he fears the day it would be stripped away by the covens' eternal curse.

Dirty Deeds:- Not the pickiest eater

Notes:- N/A

[Malrunar]

Hell yes to super interesting characters. Absolutely approved!.

[Rummy Tum Tum]

Woo!

[Bibliophilia]

»  Kitana El Haddad  «

Name:- Kitana El Haddad | Kit; Mistress Kit

Age:- 35

Sexuality:- Pansexual | Polyamorous | Dominant

Race:- Witch

Birthplace:- Lebanon

Position/Occupation:- Professional Domme

Personality Traits:- Calm | Direct | Ambitious | Strong-Willed | Intuitive | Nurturing | Fierce | Shrewd

Synopsis:- A true history of the witch now known as Kitana El Haddad would take a very long time to relay and would leave the audience weary by its end.  In her current incarnation, Kit was born to a doctor and his wife in Beirut, Lebanon during a civil war that had been going on for 12 years at that point and would continue for another three.  She was privileged to have been born into means, her father being a well-regarded vascular surgeon and her mother being the only daughter of a member of the - admittedly shaky - governmental body.  Once the war finally ended and their country began to rebuild following nearly two decades of internal conflict, her family's position only improved, and she was afforded even more wealth and status among her peers.  The El Haddads remained in Lebanon until Kit was 13, at which point her father moved them all - Kit, her mother, and her younger brother Josef - to Los Angeles, where he had accepted a job at Cedar Sinai.

It was around this same time when Kit began menstruating and with her first period came the nightmares, horrible dreams that threw her back in time to lives that she had no recollection of - where she was thrown into a cell and tortured by men who wore dark cloaks and invoked the name of God.  They accused her of witchcraft, they bound her hands and feet, pricked her with pins, branded her flesh with hot iron, and enacted all manner of indignity and torment upon her.  Kit woke every night from these dreams shrieking in fear and pain, or - worse - trying to scream but forced to lie in silence with her voice trapped behind her limp tongue as she endured the agony and cruelty without even the ability to cry out.  It didn't take long for her, and her family, to realize that these night terrors happened only between three and four, but they couldn't figure out why it would happen so predictably.  Her father took a strictly scientific route to try and diagnose the problem, brushing off the odd timing to the fact that she was likely just entering REM sleep at that time.  Of course, this ignored the fact that the visions came at the same time no matter when Kit went to sleep, or even if she went to sleep.

While enduring the poking and prodding of medical professionals at her father's insistence - despite the fact that the procedures often reminded her eerily of the tactics of the men in her dreams - Kit began to experience other odd phenomena that she refused to share with her family.  Strange, arcane knowledge whispered through her mind and filled the pages of a notebook that she kept carefully hidden from prying eyes, and the plants that she had always adored cultivating began to thrive in even greater abundance.  Along with that came the esoteric understanding of the properties of herbs and various other flora, as if she were tapping into some ancient knowledge that she had heretofore been unaware of.  While she had been raised to believe that such things as homeopathy and natural medicine were largely bunkum peddled by con artists and thieves, Kit found herself experimenting with the secrets that formed in her mind.  She was often the one who cooked for the family since her mother didn't enjoy it and she took special joy in finding new recipes and making them her own, she found the easiest way to try out her concoctions was to add them to the food that they all ate.

When her little brother came down with chickenpox, she was the one who tended him with warm soups and special baths designed to ease his suffering, both of which worked wonders and shortened the illness to an astonishing degree.  Her family didn't know, of course, that she had been treating his illness with chamomile, feverfew, and other less common ingredients that worked wonders under her influence.  Emboldened by her success, she tried more remedies, such as adding a few select ingredients to her father's lunches to help him with his frequent tension headaches and replacing her mother's anti-aging cream with one of her own making.
She found that creating her concoctions helped to distract her from the nightly terrors she endured and the ongoing medical tests that proved more and more fruitless as time went on, and something in her felt seen when she was brewing up a batch of cookies for their elderly neighbor to help with his arthritis pain, or a bundt cake for the gardener and his wife to help them finally conceive.

Inevitably, though, all of the medical avenues had been exhausted and she grew careless with her notebook, which led to their housekeeper finding it open in a drawer and taking it to her parents out of concern for her mental health.  The confrontation that followed was ugly and when her father found out that she had been putting strange things into their food, he completely lost it and had her committed as a danger to herself and others.  In his eyes, it was only by chance that she hadn't poisoned someone with her unfounded experimentation and that, combined with the 'Satanic' writing in her book and the dreams, had him convinced that she was experiencing early onset Schizophrenia.  Of course, given the evidence, the doctors at the clinic where she was housed were inclined to agree - no matter how vehemently she protested such claims and insisted that her knowledge had proven out.

Her father's anger ran deep and he forbade her family from visiting, essentially disowning her and leaving her to rot among the mad as if she had never existed.  Barely seventeen, cut off from her family and suffering under the effects of powerful drugs that were meant to help her, yet only dulled her mind and made her feel as if she lived in a fog, Kit spent the next two years learning to pretend that she was better.  This included developing the ability to swallow her screams when she woke from the nightmares that the heavy sedatives they gave her before bed were meant to stop.  She never grew used to the dreams, not merely because it was impossible to get accustomed to unimaginable torture, but because they varied so much.  One night she might wake from a vision when she was a Vestal Virgin being buried alive for the sin of being raped and, thus, violating her vow of chastity, and another night she might suffer the agony of being pressed beneath stones in Salem. 

Eventually, her ruse of sanity convinced the doctors to let her leave, though she was expected to continue taking the medication they prescribed and to first move into a halfway house until she could find a job and get on her feet.  Instead, she dumped the pills the moment she was free of the place and lit out on her own with nothing more than a quick postcard sent to her mother and brother, letting them know she was okay and that she loved them.  She left L.A. for Seattle, the climate there calling to her and something else, something less tangible, urging her to travel north.  Things were a bit difficult when she first arrived since she had no money or any work history to offer up - not to mention the fact that she wasn't keen on using her real name for fear her father would track her down and force her back into an asylum.  She eventually managed to get a job that paid under the table and pretended to be an illegal immigrant, often passing as some form of Latin for clueless gringos that just saw dusky skin and black hair and made assumptions.

When she'd managed to get herself an apartment, she began putting her natural skills to use again and making food and other things that provided all manner of benefits to those who could - and would - pay for such things.
A discrete advertisement in the local rag, some feelers put out online, all designed to both appear legit and not to put up any red flags that she might actually have power grew her customer base and, of course, eventually drew the attention of the few other witches that worked out of the States.  Returning from tending to her rooftop garden to find two representatives of the American council in her tiny living room came as a terrible shock, but soon she found herself feeling more relief than she had since she had hit puberty.  Finally she had some answers and someone to help her understand not only what she was, but everything she was experiencing.  Castor and Pollux, as they chose to call themselves, tried to answer all of her questions and to give her as much guidance as they could in the few hours they spent in her studio apartment - eventually leaving her with the means to contact the high coven if she needed anything or had any more questions.

As she got older, she developed her craft, not only through practice and research but by tapping more and more into the wisdom and knowledge of her past selves.  Her potions and whatnot were not her main source of income, since she charged her clients only in proportion to what they could afford and some couldn't pay anything, or could only offer payment in trade.  Instead, she found herself drawn to sex work as a professional dominatrix, though she started out acting as a submissive for a local dungeon, FEAST, and remained in that role for six months before being allowed to take on the role of Mistress Kit.

Special Abilities:-

Boil & Bubble - When it comes to witchy works of wonder, Kit's specialty lies in brewing potions and tonics, or creating salves and tinctures.  She has a natural inclination for just what ingredients will work best together, not only to create a potion that will do what is required, but what can be added to enhance or lengthen the given effects.

Elphaba's Thumb - It might be that Kit's affinity for - and natural gift with - all things that grow and thrive in soil, sand, or water contributes to her brilliance with potion crafting.  All plants thrive under her nurturing hand, growing larger, more potent, and blooming for far longer than they might for anyone else.

Chicken Soup for the Soul - Kit is an excellent and adventurous cook who can infuse anything she makes with the same magical properties that reside within her potions and poultices, though the effects are somewhat diminished.  Still, it's often a much more pleasant manner with which to ingest concoctions that would otherwise have a bitter or foul flavor or even an off-putting scent.  Her skills in the kitchen are top quality and range from high-end fine cuisine to home cooking from hundreds of cultures, and unlike many cooks, she is equally good at baking as she is at cooking.

Feline Familiar - Perhaps considered a stereotype, Kit's beloved black cat Licorice is her familiar in every meaningful sense of the word.  The two can communicate easily without speaking, and sense one another's emotions even over long distances, but more importantly, Kit can sink into a trancelike state and experience the world through Licorice.  Similar to astral projection, this lets Kit essentially take over Licorice and travel on silent cat paws, see perfectly in the pitch darkness and smell the world with feline complexity.

Weaknesses and Flaws:-

Toil & Trouble - Kit's interactions with those who come seeking her help have left her somewhat jaded when it comes to love and romance.  Too often has she turned away those looking for a love potion for the worst possible reasons, or seeking something with which to poison one who broke their heart.  It's made it hard for her to imagine a world in which one could be truly happy in a committed relationship without it inevitably turning ugly.

Fire Burn - Kit's ambition and nurturing instinct, not to mention her fiercely independent nature, can easily lead her to spend all her time pouring herself into anything and anyone but herself.  She works hard to provide for her clients, both the ones who come to her for potions and those who come for her skills as a professional Domme.  Her desire to help others can mean she forgets to look after her own needs, to take a day off to indulge in self-care, or simply to stop and let herself have a moment to breathe every now and then.  This can lead to a build-up of stress and burnout, which forces her to finally take time off which inevitably makes her feel guilty and frustrated.

The Witching Hour - Between 3 and 4 am every night, Kit is plagued by memories of persecution and execution inflicted upon her in her previous lives.  These come in the form of dreams that can drive her from sleep with screams of pain and torment rising in her throat.  Should she wake before the hour chimes, she experiences full-body sleep paralysis and remains trapped within those memories until it turns 4 and the witching hour is over.  She is uniquely vulnerable at that time as she physically cannot move and her mind is caged within the horrors of the past.

Dirty Deeds:- Please provide a link to your On's and Off's like: THIS

Notes:-

Licorice

[Malrunar]

Hell yes!

[Dionisian]

» Jennifer Davis «

Name:- Jennifer (“Jen,” “Jenni”)

Age:- 25 (undead for <1 year)

Sexuality:- Pan switch poly

Race:- Vampire

Birthplace:- Seattle

Position/Occupation:- Social Media Influencer/Onlyfans top 0.1%

Bloodline:- Azariah aka ‘Ari,’ Grandchilde of Catherine Henriette de Balzac d’Entragues



Personality Traits:- Jenni is a flirt; some might say tease, but for the fact that she always makes good on her teasing, usually in triplicate. She is a bit vain, always concerned with her look, her vibe, her posture and expression, all things she has worked and practiced very hard to get just the way she likes them. She also has no boundaries, accustomed to sharing everything on the internet with strangers, and prone to random changes in conversation if she gets bored, usually to raunchy subject matter.

Synopsis:- Jenni has been living her best life till now, and now she is just starting her best unlife.

Jenni was lucky to have great parents. They raised her with less gender expectations than other parents, and so she never had a lot of the negative associations with her childhood that many of her other trans friends do. It was ok when she gravitated towards girl stuff, at least with her folks, and when puberty started, her parents let her choose when to start hormones. Of course, she still experienced bullying at school, and knew being trans was dangerous out in the real world, but home never stopped feeling like home.

Her social media blew up when she actually decided to start hormones at 15. This was a controversial decision for her parents to let her make back in 2012 (forever ago, in Jenni’s mind), but her Insta blew up like whoa. This was a weird mix; she was the envy of a lot of other trans girls her age, which she totally understood. But also a lot of teens her age thought she was hot, which she had not expected but really liked. Plus there was the politics; older trans folks followed her, promoted her and her family as an example of a healthy family for a trans girl, other people followed her to show solidarity, other people lurked to feed her life’s story to feed media stories, it was a whole Thing. But the ones she felt worst for were the girls who didn’t have great parents, who wanted to see someone living the life they wished they could have. That was when Jenni decided she was going to live her best life for her fans, and fuck the haters.

From then on, her life was on camera, her thoughts on social media. Or rather, until lately. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that until that bit just before the end, her life was on camera, and now she’s learning to live her unlife a little less on camera. But that’s skipping ahead to the end of the story.

Her entire transition was documented, commented over, filmed and shared, tweeted and retweeted, but Jenni truly did not give a fuck, because there were girls living vicariously through her, and sharing was for them. But her internet celebrity also meant she got a lot of opportunities another girl would not have– she learned how to do her makeup from other influencers, for example (her mom was kind of a hippie, and not the best teacher). She got fashion advice from other influencers, learned  from some of the hottest Queens on the web to walk and move like something other than the awkward teen she had been when this all blew up. Even her dating life was super online– normal boys or girls were intimidated to date someone internet famous, she discovered, so she dated other social media stars like herself– certainly enough of them were posting thirst vids about her, so she picked the ones she thought were cute. She got into college with a free ride, and had her pick of schools.

Throughout it all, her parents continued to be supportive, though they didn’t know what to do about their daughter’s sudden fame other than to try to make sure she didn’t get taken advantage of by the media industry. Her brand grew, but she was still managing her own image until her parents vetted the right management team. She majored in communications to figure out how to push her brand. But even by the time she was wrapping up college, her brand was fading. She was no longer the lucky teen that got to start her transition earlier than other girls, she was just another trans influencer, and competition was friendly, but fierce.

The decision to transition to spicier content was controversial with her fans; many objected to her going into sex work. But Jenni didn’t want to go be a movie star, or get pigeonholed into being a political influencer carrying some idealized flag of what being trans ‘should’ be. Besides, the people objecting to the spicier content were just slut shaming all the other trans girls who ended up in sex work with fewer options, as far as Jenni was concerned. And she really liked all the attention of the new fans the new content was bringing in. Dating as an influencer had been, well, disappointing and full of drama in a lot of ways. Sex did not need to be that complicated, and it wasn’t with the spicier content creators.

That’s how Jenni got in on the next big trend– she was one of the first big influencers to move to OnlyFans with her spicy content. She blew up a second time, and she felt even better because she could also get viewers teaching other girls how to monetize their own content as well. Making porn was fun, and the dating pool was much less drama. Her parents were a little weirded out by it, but they certainly didn’t object to the money, or Jenni being a self-made woman. Then came the pandemic and Jenni rode that wave. She had already been getting offers from porn studios for exclusive paid gigs, but now being someone on OnlyFans was its own category of star.

The internet is a harsh mistress, though– competition got fiercer. When she started, being a t-girl that did everything was enough of a fetish to be the fetish that sold her subs, but now there was an army of t-girls, many of whom had learned from her, no less, how to market themselves. She needed another spice, something other girls would be hesitant to follow her into.

Jenni had cut, a little, back before all the fame, when it was a thing dumb emo kids were doing; she had been a dumb emo kid, until her parents figured it out and explained why it was bad. When she thought of a fetish she had that might sell more subs, that would scare away other girls– blood was what she thought about, the cutting. There were a lot of former dumb emo kids out there, she bet. Mixing sex and blood was just so hot, anyway. Jenni had found her extra spice. There were a lot of people very willing to pay a lot of money to watch her cut, and fuck, or get fucked, to lick up the blood, or let her lovers do it. And it was fucking hot.

Jenni and Ari met this way– Ari was another content creator Jenni was aware of but had never met, until she got a message through backchannels asking if she’d like to create some content together. Jenni agreed pretty much immediately– there was just something about Ari’s content that left Jenni feeling aroused in a way that other creators couldn’t match. She wanted Ari, but also maybe she could learn some of Ari’s secret sauce.

It took just once for Jenni to be hooked on Ari, and she wanted more and more, ready to give Ari whatever she wanted. They made really hot, extra spicy content, not all of which made it to the internet based on what Ari decided should go to whose fans. Eventually, one of those things was when Ari slid their fangs into Jenni for the first time, and Jenni had the best orgasm of her life to that point. It had never occurred to Jenni that it was weird that she only ever saw Ari at night– plenty of influencers kept a different schedule, because fans for streaming were only on after normal people were off work. Ari told Jenni that their existence as a vampire had to be kept as an utmost secret– and Jenni was so totally enraptured she never even dreamed of doing anything other than as Ari asked. She was addicted to hot vampire sex– real hot vampire sex. She needed it.

Ari tried to tell her that there was such a thing as too much– the human body needed time to generate more blood, after all. But Jenni was good at being persuasive, especially after she figured out how to flatter Ari with gifts, lavish gifts. A good gift, some suggestive flirting, offering herself up as a tasty little morsel– and it was like Ari almost couldn’t help herself. Jenni had lots of money from her brand management. Why not spend it on her favorite drug of a lover? Eventually, Ari’s warnings got the best of both of them. Instead of rising to a hard climax, Jenni floated off into a soft darkness, having seduced Ari into feeding too much.

When she came out of blood frenzy the next evening, it was to a miffed Ari. “Look at what a mess you have made,” Ari told her, and indeed, Jenni was covered in blood, and there was a dead body. The night she passed over, Jenni had started on Ari by suggesting they could fuck with only Jenni drinking from Ari, that Jenni would be a good girl and not tempt Ari into drinking from her. Of course, Jenni couldn’t help herself, and by that point, neither could Ari. Also by that point, Jenni had plenty of Ari’s blood in her belly, and in her veins from previous such nights. And so began her new life– or unlife– as a Vampire.

Special Abilities:-

So Much Blood: Jenni doesn’t know it yet, but her body does– part of why she is extra thirsty. Most of Jenni’s body can dissolve into blood– and then reform from that blood. The exceptions to this are her heart, and her brain, though her brain could reform itself from blood if it had to, as long as most of the brain was still connected to her heart (She is still vulnerable to staking, decapitation and fire like all other vampires.) If a limb or other piece of her body were severed from her body, it would dissolve to blood, which could be reabsorbed and reformed. Similarly, broken bones and the like will dissolve and reform. Jenni doesn’t know it yet, because she doesn’t know what’s normal– but she bleeds far more profusely than other vampires as a result.

Blood Like a Drug: Jenni’s blood acts as a strong aphrodisiac; while not physically addictive, it might very well be psychologically addictive. This induces instant arousal and readiness for sex in those who partake, cutting short refractory periods or impotence in penis-havers, or thorough wetness and clitoral arousal in those with that that plumbing. It intensifies libido, and heightens touch sensitivity; it is some respects it is a bit like Molly, though with less mental fuzz and more intense sexual arousal. Vampires have a higher resistance to the drug-like effects due to their lower heart rates, but this is not a psychic effect, rather a physical one potent enough to affect most shifters. Her blood even maintains a certain freshness and potency of the drug like effect over the course of about three to four nights, after which it coagulates and the drug like effects become null.

Legions of Fans: Jenni is internet famous, and her fans tend to be very dedicated, whatever walk of life they come from. She can usually find a fan to get even very unusual requests addressed. She is active on multiple social media platforms, and is well ensconced in the back end of the influencer industry, consulting for brands and influencers building brands, in addition to managing her own. If her fans can’t get a thing done, she usually knows someone whose fans can and will.

Kick Ass: Jenni has always been very aware of the extra dangers transfolk face, especially the threats to violence and muder faced by transwomen. So she has trained religiously in self defense since she began to identify as trans. However, Jenni’s focus isn’t in traditional martial arts, which usually teach to achieve submission or to tournament bouts. She has at this point achieved 5th degree black belt in Krav Maga, taken CQC/Defendu training, and other training programs aimed at hurting an attacker as badly as possible and quickly as possible to end a fight before it gets dangerous. Her attitude is not to give a fuck about how badly she might hurt a dangerous homophobe.

Weaknesses and Flaws:-

Thirsty: Jenni is a newer vampire, and has difficulty controlling her thirst– both for blood, and for sex, which for her are very intertwined. She doesn’t know it, because the full extent of the So Much Blood power has not presented itself, but she has a higher baseline thirst than most vampires, to maintain sufficient fluidity. Similarly, she is always mildly high on her own blood; the effects of Blood Like a Drug mildly affect her, just less so because she has a natural tolerance.

#InternetFamous: fame comes with its own darkside, and given her reach and particular fanbase, it’s hard to tell when and where she will encounter a fan who might recognize her. Plus, there are the haters, the stalkers, the homophobes, the list goes on.

The Rents: Jenni still has a good relationship with her parents, a pair of older, hippieish Gen Xers whom she still feels she owes so much. It’s not really going to be possible to maintain her image and fake her own death, so managing her relationship with her parents– and keeping them safe from the potential harm the supernatural could bring to their doorstep is an ongong problem.

New Girl Problems: Jenni is very new to being a Vampire, and still has only what Ari and Cepos have drilled into her as the things she ‘needs to know’ in order to be left to her own independence. She really doesn’t know much about the supernatural world– she might have had an emo phase, but she was never really into witchy stuff, or occultism. She watched Twilight, and maybe some CW shows, but obviously that’s not the real deal.

Dirty Deeds:- Dio's Ons and Offs:

Notes:- Faceclaim: Emma Rose

[Geeklet]

Ooooh, I used Emma Rose as a FC in a previous game. Wonderful choice! *needs to get to work on a character myself*

[Malrunar]

It's been the most fun I've had in ages. Great characters and so much enthusiasm. <3

[Dionisian]

Ooooh, I used Emma Rose as a FC in a previous game. Wonderful choice! *needs to get to work on a character myself*

That's... that's so flattering, coming from you and your epic FC skillz, Geeklet. I've perved your stuff!

[Tinkertoy]

Ooooh, I used Emma Rose as a FC in a previous game. Wonderful choice! *needs to get to work on a character myself*

gasps Sweet Geeky!!

[DrMcQuark]

Finally figured a FC for my upcoming succubus character: Kristen Bell!

[Malrunar]

Love her!

[Dionisian]

Fork Yeah!

[Geeklet]

can I reserve Nyane Lebajoa

[Bibliophilia]

I love her.

[Geeklet]

I knoooooow. Now its my chance to use her!

[ticl]

Throwing my hat in here

[Rummy Tum Tum]

Ooh Nyane! <3

Throwing my hat in here

And another interested player too. Welcome!

[Bibliophilia]

Howdy, ticl!  Welcome to the madhouse!