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((ok ^_^))Damien hardly felt her touch at this point but what he did feel knew was seductive touches. "You are a naughty girl, aren't you?" He said with a smirk as she undid his pants. He leaned his head back and waited for nothing but sexual pleasure. It seemed to last ten whole hours. By the time Damien pulled his blindfold off the sun was glaring into the windows and the table was tipped over and so were the chairs. He didn't see Variel anywhere. He stood off of the floor finding a tie wrapped around one wrist and his neck. He smirked with a sense of pleasure. As he walked through the house he found throw pillow feathers still falling and the back of his chair had claw marks in it. The house was a wreck and it seemed to be the best wreck ever. Damien was extremely happy. He could see and best of all he could feel and he started feeling thirty minutes into Vari's healing touch, but the wort wore off and he just kept begging for more. It was like Heaven in Hell. Pain and pleasure making the perfect mixture for ecstasy. "Vari?" e called up teh steps and moved to teh kitchen for a glass of coffee.
Artemus frowned, "Are you alright? Damn it!!! They are packed for a full assault. They have basil mixed with that ash dust. How do they expect to get anything accomplished with that mixture? Witches go stupid for ash wood it's like a sex drug...they gonna have sex during interrogations? I have never hunted with the stuff after seeing what heavy doses do." He said before turning on the Witch. "What about my sister? Damn it! Tell me who the Witch is that has her under it's spell!" He ordered almsot in a frantic desire to find her now. She could be a mindless servant spelled by the witch to do their bidding or worse become a sex slave. A lot of whore houses in Europe were ran by Witches who were gifted in seductive and glamour magics.
Artemus nodded, "We are both leaving. I can only take you so far a safe distance form here and then I have to drop you off. You said you knew Variel...Where does she live?" He asked desperate to get in touch with his long lost sister. The society of Hunter that he was with didn't have surveillance on him so he would be able to see at least one family member. He opened the door only to a crack and peered outside for a moment before shutting it back quietly. A group is rallying outside. Witches are getting hunted tonight. I expect where I leave you that you will be safe long enough. I am not killing you or even hurting you if you tell me where my sister is." He asked coldly. It was late afternoon and the sun was high in the middle of the sky. Outside the air was humid and hot. For most it would be hard to breathe for those who aren't used to the air it would be really hard to breathe that meany Artemus was used to the dampness, but the heat was murder.
Damien loved her voice so much. He loved feeling her thighs on either side of his own. "Oh, my beauty...I have a number of ideas. I would prefer to use the saying, 'Leave no stone unturned.' I want you to tie me to the dining table and make erotic love to me like an animal. I want you hungry for my cock as hungry as I am for your tight, wet, pink puss. So what will it be baby? Have your way wit me and don't be gentle in anyway." He grinned seductively and it seemed even more so even without his intense eyes. "I want you like a wolf and I want to feel your claws on my body. I want you in every way Variel. Rip me to shreds." He teased with a smirk as he bit at the air again. The room was dimly lit and the air was cold. It would have been the perfect scene to get some real erotic heat stirring. He wanted her and in order to do a quick fix his body needed her.
((Yeah np, but I don't read anyone's status ever. I prefer a personal pre warning next time to the group.))
Ash raised an eyebrow finally having decided in silence he had seen enough death for this generation to pass on. He carried Salem in and looked around, "Where might a good place be for the boy to rest?" He stood seeming to hold his weight with complete ease like he was carrying a bag of sugar. He had no problems, but he also showed a softness about his handsome features like he would actually care if sometihng happened to Salem. Ash could never say he was in love or even infatuated with Salem. He was handsome, but as far as homosexuality went one would say that Salem wasn't his type. He had some muscle, but he wouldn't be able to hold up to Ash in masculinity. Ash wanted a man who was masculine as much as himself and he wanted a woman who was soft.
Artemus knew nothing of the language that Aurelia was speaking in, but he did know someone who could easily figure it out. Artemus recorded the last bit before she started to repeat herself over and over again. He stuck the recording in his pocket and frowned, "She knows something..." He said quietly to himself. The guy he knew went to college for foreign languages and was fluent in both German and French and was gifted in figuring out basic context in other languages. He was very talented and best of all he was human. Artemus stood and looked over her sleeping form. It was time for the both of them to leave. He moved to her and shook her lgihtly, "Wake up...It's time tog o. You and I have overstayed our welcome." He said plainly. He grabbed his bag and stood ready with his bike helmet and gloves. "Come on get up. They find any sign of you ahving been here and you will be hunted as a main priority. The hunters in your area are vicious.they have no true skill but to bring pain as quickly as possible, but they don't understand that there are more ways than simplistic pains that can get a Witch to start talking." He explained sounding of cruelty mixing with excitement in his voice.
not my best work but hope you like him.
PART III
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▐ ❝What you think you see and know about me is all just for show.❞
☽Ɓαcкgяσυη∂☾
The Curse of Naga
He was 23 and a huge party went on celebrating him and his achievements. A hot couple invited him back to their apartment. The couple had been rumored to be into swinging and threesomes and Stefan was always up for a new experience. However, it was not his attraction that had appealed to them. It was his vanity. The couple were Wraiths and in the German Witch Code of Laws there was no crime to being a Wraith. Stefan showed vanity and his sins were perfect to perform such a horrible ritual that his own soul could be sacrificed to Lucifer and his body subject to the blessings of Death.
After a night of hot and rough sex with the couple Stefan found himself naked and gagged. He was bound and the sex just got hotter. He passed out finally after they spelled him with confusion. The potion had been prepared already and as he slept the couple chanted over his sleeping form rubbing the potion over his naked body. What the Wraith couple didn't expect was for it to work too well. They unbound him when he woke up and told him they had cursed him for his Vanity and his soul belonged to the ruler of the netherworld. Stefan reacted harshly to such a threat as his family was highly religious and always went to church. He punched the husband and shoved the woman but the power was at its top form as the couple convulsed and their bodies began to melt into skeletons like acid erosion of the skin. Stefan panicked and as he raced from the apartment he ran into a drunk homeless man who instantly collapsed with a heart attack. He had no choice but to run. He was naked and afraid of himself. It didn't take long to get back to his dorm, but now he knew he was going to have to avoid everyone. He packed his things and made sure to wear a cloth trench coat with a toboggan and gloves. The heat didn't bother him anymore as he felt constantly cold as death. He paid for his return tickets to the states and upon arrival in Grievance Ridge he vanished from sight. He still has no idea of what has become of his family or what they even think became of him. He has been living on the streets ever since sure to avoid any locations that his family might visit.
[Aʟʟɪᴇs] none
[Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs] none
[Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs] none
[Aᴄϙᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ] none
[Pᴇᴛs] none
[Rᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ]none
[Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ]none...He does side jobs of which eh can avoid human contact.
[Mᴏᴅᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ] none
☽Oᴛʜᴇʀ☾
[Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛs]
He plays Piano
He speaks English, German, and French fluently.
He plays Guitar: (view spoiler)
He plays Drums:(view spoiler)
He used to do Boxing: (view spoiler)
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PART II
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▐ ❝I used to feel like I was balancing myself between life and love...now all I know is death.❞
▬▬▬✧ ✦✧۞MENTAL TRAITS۞✧✦ ✧▬▬▬
[Lɪᴋᴇs]
☑ His Solitude (For the safety of others)
☑ Giving Advice
☑ Protecting Others
☑ Flattery
☑ Acting On Behalf Of Karma
☑ Organization
☑ Boxing
☑ Music
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[Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs]
☒ Unnecessary Tasks
☒ Pettiness
☒ Taking Orders
☒ Asking For Help
☒ Losing
☒ Indecisiveness
☒ Being Ignored
[Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ]
☼ Confident
☼ Ambitious
☼ Generous
☼ Encouraging
☼ Streetsmart
☼ Clever
☼ Aggressive
☼ Independent
☼ Natural Leadership Skills
▬
[Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs]
☁ Pretentious
☁ Domineering
☁ Melodramatic
☁ Aggressive
☁ Stubborn
☁ Vain
☁ Obstinate
☁ Abortive
☁ Rebellious
☽Ƥєяѕσηαℓιту☾
Before the Curse of Naga:
Vigorous, supercilious, and ardent, Stefan was born to be a leader who could rise to a challenge with the best of them. Stefan certainly wasn't one to give up, having a never-back-down attitude, even to much bigger opponents. His powerful presence and confidence in fights, quarrels, etc...intimidated even his most resolved competitors, allowing him to achieve unlikely victories in territories that most others would fear to tread.
He was vain and kept such a particular trait with him all of his life.
After the Curse of Naga:
Stefan changed almost everything about himself, but it certainly was not a purposeful change that came upon him. He remained vain in everything he does for the mere fact that his vanity is all he feels he has left. Another attribute he has held throughout his life is that he will always remain independent and rebellious. Stefan has a side to him that feels only he can set his fate no matter what takes place in his life only he is in control of what happens, therefore, he believes that only his rules need to be followed by him and he should never have to answer to any person of authority. He is strong-willed and his mind is always made up. Anyone who challenges what he says to be wrong in any way whatsoever he can turn a bit aggressive and hostile toward them.
Stefan will quickly change his mood from a rather charming and kind demeanor to angry and upset should someone challenge him or even question him in a way that displeases him. He is extremely melodramatic. He is not self-pitying, but he can show more exaggerated emotion over a small criticism than someone with severe bipolar disorder.
At one time Stefan would have been the most competitive and fun-loving guy you would ever meet. Now, he has turned to a darker part of him that he has allowed to open up more fully. Where he still holds charm, allure, and handsome features those are of no true importance to him anymore. He struggles to push people away. He can't help but be charming and he tries so hard to make sure no one wants anything to do with him. He would rather be alone and keep others safe than risk killing hundreds of people. Solitude is what he prefers to crowds and interaction is attempted to be kept at a minimum. Stefan is darker and far more pessimistic than he has ever been in his life.
☽Ƒαтαℓ Ƒℓαω☾
◘Isolation: Running hand in hand with the Curse of Naga, Stefan has a deep desire for isolation. He used to love crowds and parties, but after being cursed his entire life has changed. Stefan steers from people who even show interest in him and he avoid touch at all cost. Once he became cursed he left behind his family and friends leaving no one with any sign that he may even still be alive.
◘Friendship: Stefan refuses to accept friends or aid of any kind from anyone. Such a concept makes him feel as though he is petty. As far as he is concerned that is a big no-no. He is extremely self-reliant having plenty of resourcefulness and street smarts.
◘The Curse of Nage is his true Achilles Heel and the most dangerous hamartia that anyone could ever possess as more people die around him he is left the insanity that the touch of death plagues upon his mind.
◘Fear of Himself: Stefan with his curse fears what he is capable of and with such fear he pushes others away from him to avoid any harm.
▐ ❝Fighting me isn't your wisest choice. I can kick your ass and kill you in the process.❞
▬▬▬✧ ✦✧۞PERSONAL ANECDOTE۞✧✦ ✧▬▬▬
[Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ]
♚Maria Natter/deceased/April 11, 2012/Witch/42/Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♛Benedict Natter/deceased/April 11, 2013/Mortal/45/Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ
♟Christian Natter/alive/Witch/21/Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♜Kerstin Natter/alive/Mortal/22/Sɪsᴛᴇʀ
☽Ɓαcкgяσυη∂☾
The First Born Son
Benedict Natter was born and raised in Germany. He and nearly every family member of the Natter's were Mortal Secretkeepers. They held the responsibility to keep the Witches of their local Coven and all Witches a secret from mortal society and battle the Witch Hunters. Ben moved to Grievance Ridge once he received word that a Wraith and Hunter problem was plaguing the Coven. He met Maria, a simple Caster looking to move up as an Elder once she reached Elitist. The couple got together and received the Seer's blessing. They were married as Ben was a Secretkeeper it was not a disgraceful act against the Coven to procreate. Stefan came into their lives on August 17, at 7:17 a.m. The Seer foretold only one child born with the gifts of a Witch would be in their family. With high hopes they prayed for it to be their first born, but the gift as not blessed upon him.
Stefan was mortal. Through great consideration and intense counselling Ben and Mari decided that if they were to have more than one child and anymore were going to be mortal they would want them to live as mortals. Mari gave up her position rights as an Elder and remained a Caster with the Coven's blessing the child was to be raised as a mortal and without knowledge of Witches.
Childhood It was only two years after Stefan was born that Kerstin was born. The children were rather spoiled in a perfect family having simple luxuries that they were able to delight in. Stefan and Kerstin were being raised to appreciate what they have and be generous to those who are not as fortunate. While Kerstin grew up with such morals Stefan did not. From the start he would complain if he got dirty and was always eager to have more than Kerstin and Envy became a heavy influence in his life the following year as Christian was born. Stefan hated how the new baby got more attention than him and Kerstin seemed to simply be in on it too. He had lost the attention of his parents and his sister once Christian came about. However, from envy to understanding Stefan decided to gain attention in an entirely different form. He was less striving for attention so much as he was striving to enhance himself further in life. At the age of 13 he began taking German and French classes as well as piano lessons. He came to realize he had a lot of pinned up stress building inside and music seemed a good way to let it out, but it wasn't as physical as he wanted. His brother Christian started coming into his powers and his parents worked their best to keep it from their two mortal children, Kerstin and Stefan. Stefan took up karate and eventually boxing.
Teenhood From a young age where Witches were esteemed for their natural talents in magic Stefan was an entirely different sort of prodigy. He was able to speak German and English fluently at the age of fifteen and by sixteen he mastered French. He had won twelve trophies and sixteen gold medals for both karate and boxing. Once high school began he went on with boxing and his foreign languages. He took up guitar and drums his Junior year and seemed to have been gifted in many talents. In his spare time he would do photography and sketching. Stefan lost his virginity the summer after his junior year.
His grades were perfect and he was extremely talented getting offers from many art schools around the world over the summer.
Once in his final school year Stefan joined the Grievance Ridge High soccer and lacrosse teams. He received a German sports scholarship and 12,000$ grant just for signing with them. He was able to balance Boxing, Music, Art, and Sports all together and the school was going to ensure he had no expenses. Apparently, the Natter family name went pretty far across seas.
Suspicion of his younger brother rose when Stefan came home from a party drunk and his brother happened to be able to do everything for him at one time. He was undressed showered and dressed again in what seemed like seconds, but naturally, he had dismissed such things as product of intoxication.
Stefan was graduated with flying colours. Not quite the best, but A's and B's were all that were expected of him. He fell short in most math classes making a B- at worst.
Adulthood
Once graduated Stefan was given a full paid trip to tour Europe from his parents. Starting in Italy he worked his way into France, Romania, Germany, England, and Norway. His return trip was to Greece and back to Germany. It was there his first year in college that things first began changing for him. He was on his own and as much money as his parents sent for him he still pushed to party rather hard. He never let his hobbies fall short of his attention and his grades were just as high school. He was an excelling student, star athlete and a real life of the party. Those who knew Stefan called him one who lived life to the fullest with no regrets and no consequences. He partied a bit too hard one night his second year and found his attraction toward guys heighten. Stefan called his parents the very next day and came out of the closet for being Bisexual. His father wasn't happy, but he was proud that he didn't let such a thing hold him back from his family. Stefan was open-minded and accepted most of everyone around him. Everyone wanted to be around him and many wanted him for themselves if not wanting to be him. To those around Stefan he had the perfect life with no obstacles in his way. He slept around with everyone and to him it was an honor for them to have such a privilege and many seemed to think so too. He was the sort to tempt straight guys to turn bi for a night and lesbians to turn the same for a night. For him ti was always one night stands never wanting to settle down and always looking out for number one. It was his fourth and final year in completing his bachelor's degree in foreign languages. Stefan made it in the finals of that terms boxing tournament. He felt that all his life had added up to that very moment. After trained everyday harder than ever always pushing hismelf for such an event to occur. Failure was not the option, but unfortunately for him he chose to celebrate making it into the finals.
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PART I
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▐ ❝The guy I used to be has long vanished. I've melted away into what I am now.❞
▬▬▬ ✦ ✧ ✦✧۞BASICS۞✧✦ ✧ ✦▬▬▬
☽Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє☾ Stefan
☽Mι∂∂ℓє Ɲαмє☾ Tod
☽Lαѕт Ɲαмє☾Natter
[Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ] Stefan...nothing more and nothing less, but that is if you are lucky enough to even know his name.
[Nᴀᴍᴇ Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢs] (view spoiler)
☽Agє☾ 24
[Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] August 17
[Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ]G.R., SC
[Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ]7:17 a.m.
☽Ƶσ∂ιαc Sумвσℓ☾ ♌/Leo
☽Ƭнє Ɛχιѕтєηcє σƒ Ɯιтcнєѕ☾ [Aᴡᴀʀᴇ] ☐ [Uɴᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ] ☑
☽Ɠєη∂єя☾ ♂
[Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ] Bisexual (Would go for guys more so than girls.)
[Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs] Single ☑ Taken ☐
▬▬▬ ✦ ✧ ✦✧۞WITCH DETAILS۞✧✦ ✧ ✦▬▬▬
☽Ƈυяѕєѕ & Sρєℓℓѕ☾ The Curse of Naga - Touch of Thanatos/Serpent's Curse/Touch of Venom/Touch of Poison
(view spoiler)
☽Ƙησωη Ɯιтcнєѕ☾ Ash Redd (Unknown Witch) (Stefan was on a hit list that Ash had to comply with only to be released. The Death Touch does not affect those with Immortality (Those Cursed and Blessed with immortality will feel slight discomfort nothing more. Familiars and Sleepwalkers are placed unconscious under the influence unless they are of strong will during which they will feel extremely drained and the poison will take slight effect causing red and dilated eyes and dark veins.)
▐ ❝I wonder how much pain I'll have to suffer through before my curse ends.❞
▬▬▬✧ ✦✧۞PHYSICAL FEATURES۞✧✦ ✧▬▬▬
☽Aρρєαяαηcє☾(view spoiler)
[Fᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ]Francisco Lachowski
[Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ] Stefan is alluring and very deadly. His eyes can pull you in only for his touch to kill. He is tall and lean with a thin sculpted figure. His hair is curly and sometimes just wavy. He is an image of seduction but in truth is simply death. As attractive as he may appear his sweet scent is the scent of death. No matter how seductive he may look it is best to avoid this true Adonis. His eyes are sharp, his lips perfectly curved and his body is very well developed. Stefan tends to keep his body hair trimmed to nothing and holds a look for his age as well as a more innocent age.
[Hᴀɪʀ]Dark Brown
[Eʏᴇs]Light Brown
[Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 190lb
[Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 6' 2¼"
[Bᴏᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ]Slim & Athletic
[Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Tʏᴘᴇ] O+
[Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs; Pɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs; Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs; ᴇᴛᴄ...] He has a nautical compass tattoo on his right arm. (view spoiler)
▐ ❝I have gone from being Desire and I have become Death.❞
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((Hello?))
Damien smiled, "I'm ready for everything always. Except Salem beign gay...that one sort of blindsided me, no matter what I seem to act like it does bother me some, but Is till love him. Whether it be him or our child that Satan wants I want to ensure a life for both." Then he lost touchy feely Damien and went to more charming and seductive Damien. "Now, why don't you come ehre sexy and make me feel again." He smirked charmingly. "I want to feel theh blood rush back into my body...I want to feel myself inside of you in ways that niether of us have ever experienced before."
Artemus went to answer and say it was his sister, but when he saw the Witch was asleep something deep inside felt the desire to kill her, but something even deeper told him to do what was the more human action. He pulled the sheet over her and sat in the chair by the window. He kept the curtain cracked slightly looking for any sign of someone coming up. When someone passed by the window he ensured there would be no glancing in. He could easily take advantage fo the Witch, but he felt mroe and mroe like he couldn't. What was wrong with him? He was losing all of hsi training for hunting and killing Witches over one single Witch.
Ash nodded to both ladies in understanding and did not say another word as he pulled into Kali's drie. He parked the vehicle and looked around cautiously. Her door was still open from the hunters, but no sign of them being around. He climbed out and opened both Max's door and Kali's. "I'll get the boy...I don't want him to be disturbed he needs his rest." He offered with kind smile as Max looked like she could easily carry him he was not about to make a lady do any form of work. He waited for Kali to get out before scooping Salem into his arms and standing at the door. He was looking down at the rather handsome boys face.
@ Kaley and KT you two need to read MoD applications.
Artemus glared again at the floor. "Something inside me told me that you still had a life to live. Call it God, Lucifer, or just a growing conscience where one had not existed before. Where part of me feels like you should die the other part of me feels like you should live...then there is the third part of em that wants you to live to suffer only to grow old and die and be reborn again. You say it has taken it's stage before you are twenty five every time. Part of me wants you to live beyond it into old age only to die knowing you had a full single life and you are to repeat it for eternity. But as I said a piece of me also wants you to live so you can pick when you die. Consider this God's second chance for you. your entire life may be full of them, but this is one that I was ordained to permit. Something more than myself made it impossible for me to kill you." Artemus admitted before his eyes turned cold with hate and jealousy..."At least you are able to love. If I find my love I will kill her one way or another and it will be just as if not more painful for me to do so. No life will amount to that of whom I'm destined for. Now, get out of this bleeding place before I do kill you! I said a second chance! If you make it so easy next time I will be forced to give no chances at life and perhaps none to death either if the society desires a live specimen." Artemus admitted accepting no hug no touch as he stood mroe straight shrugging ehr touch form him. He had not felt such a sensual touch in forever it felt like, but no matter he was not keen on feeling it again. "If you truly want to exchange something for your life save your thanks and provide me with information on someone very important to me. I seek a girl by the name of Variel Ashling. Have you heard of her?" He thought it to be a long shot becuase surely his beloved sister was not associated with the servants of Satan. thana gain last he saw of ehr she had quite the wild streak.
thnx for the welcome back and I hope you have a good time. *_*
((oi?))
Ash looked confused, "Wait, what? No I want to know the part you are leaving out? And what about this battle? What battle? Whoever the next leader fo the Coven is that you aren't saying is going to fight someone and it will not be good." Ash spoke with not rage or anger at Kali, but entire concern. He knew deep down who it meant, but he also knew that to be impossible in his circumstances. "Do you not see that a boy with no talent of being a Seer, or vision writer, or whatsoever it may be called, has prophesied something long before yourself who is the Seer. How cna that even be possible? I simply only desire answers. As I am of no part to your Coven I understand entirely how you feel about disputing such information or even discussing it with me. However, I feel answers are deserved on my part as I did aid you in saving the boys life." Ash argued with little effort. He presumed no answers were to be given to him, but it enver hurt to try as far as he had learned through the ages. He looked over at Max and frowned, "Does it not strike your own mind with curiosity?" He was clearly looking for someone to back him up.
