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"No mother, you don't understand. Not yet. You can't see the beauty. The beauty of the flowers, the trees, the water, this world. It's all so beautiful mother. Why can't you see?" - Tabitha
Name: Tabitha Elizabeth Arnauld
Age: 21 (39)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clan: Toreador
Appearance:
Skin Tone: Ivory
Body Type: Slim
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 138 lbs.
History Before Death: Tabitha belonged to a high class family. They moved from Russia to America two years after Tabitha was born. Her father owned two companies in California. As Tabitha grew up, she learned to appreciate art of all kinds. After her Embrace(transformation into a vampire), her appreciation of art grew even more. Her mother and father thought she was going crazy since they would catch her talking to the paintings in their home. Tabitha knew that she had to leave for fear of violating the laws of The Camarilla, so she fled without a word to her parents.
Skills: - Seduction
- Persuasion
- Melee
Weaknesses: Art itself. When she stumbles upon something beautiful, she simply cannot avoid it.
Style: (view spoiler)
Other: Tabitha is very found of flowers, especially roses.
Name: Enok
Age: 299
Gender: Male
Clan: Nosferatu
Appearance:
History Before Death: Enok was born in Sweden to a simple family of sheep herders. As a young adult, he inherited the family herd and livestock of his deceased uncles farm. A vampire would come to feed off of the cattle, and when she mutilated his father's pride bull, he went out to hunt down whatever was attacking their livelihood, only to have the femme fatale slaughter Enok's family. Enok was Embraced by Eurynome, more commonly known to the Anarchs as Eurynomos, named after a flesh eating daemon of Classical mythology. His second life was a short one, as he was staked and forced into a torpor. He arose centuries later to find himself mysteriously in America. He has joined the Camarilla in hopes of finding Eurynome.
Skills:
Potence: the vigor and strength of several men
Obfuscate: concealment, stealth and deception
Nightmare: striking fear in the hearts of others
Animalism: being closer to their animalistic nature
Weaknesses:
Lonely Curse: lights flickering, animated shadow, hideous appearance
Sunlight
Fire
Lust for knowledge
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Other:
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Name: Kevin
Age: 100
Gender: Male
Clan: Gangrel
Appearance:
History Before Death: Kevin was turned by the love of his life, Cassandra. Alexandra, his sister, did not survive the Embrace, and Kevin had always blamed his girlfriend for her death, and eventually diablerized her. He found Alexander in an alleyway and began raising him as his ghoul. He had always intended to make the boy his lover since he fond him and still wishes to do so, using his blood bond as a way to make Alex his.
Skills: Shape shifting
Weaknesses: Sunlight, his ghoul, diablerie
Style: Always wears a leather jacket
Other: He likes Alex's name as it reminds him of his dead sister.
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Age: 18 (87)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clan: Malkavian
Appearance:
Height: 5"11
Weight: 142 lbs.
History Before Death: Ophelia belonged to a financially well-off family. She was raised almost like she was a doll. Her parents demanded that she was always safe, going as far as locking her in her room. Her parents would dress her like a doll too. No men were allowed to see her, and the family maid had to always have permission before tending to Ophelia. Ophelia's anger grew in silence, for she feared her parents would do something wicked if she argued with their ways. One night, a stranger entered through her open balcony while she was sleeping. She was awakened by the sound of breathing. Suddenly, she was screaming as the stranger bit into her neck. He fled, and her parents burst through the door. Her father immediately flew into a rage, screaming that Ophelia had been defiled. He grabbed Ophelia's wrists and flung her down from the balcony. It was too late. Ophelia had already been Embraced. Her new found madness took over her mind, and she crawled up the house back into her room. Her parents' screams filled the night when she fed on them both.
Skills: She has a colorful way of speaking. It's so strange that it can either confuse or lure in her victims.
• Dementation, Level 4 (The victim goes insane, attacks at random, and then drops dead. May have a lesser effect on supernaturals.)
•Obfuscate, Level 5. Duration: 26 seconds (May move freely and interact with the environment. You will be revealed if you touch anyone or containers. Additionally, any melee attack that breaks Obfuscate Level 5 will deal triple damage.)
Weaknesses: If you drop something, for example, seeds, she will stop what she is doing and she will count out the amount that has been dropped, and she won't stop until there is nothing left to count.
Style: (view spoiler)
Other: Since she is a Malkavian, the mental illnesses she developed are Schizophrenia and OCD.
"Where are monsters in dreams?"Name: Sullivus "Hellterror" Polaris
Age: Appears 20, human actual age 16, Vampire age Ɛ̢̛͉̜̻͉̗̿̔̅͋͒̈́̀6̷̧̛͉̻̥͔̼̯͂̅͗͆̐̊͂͜͢͡ͅᄅ̤͔̮͖̱́̍̓̈̄̍̋̿͢͡
Gender: M
Clan: Tremere
Appearance:
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History Before Death: Sullivus Polaris, an odd name by human standards, but it was one he chose, his parents never argued, he was a noble back then, a noble among others.. treated almost like a god, despite initial agreement, he did not like the special treatment ultimately, and weaved for himself a blood-red cloak, that he may walk among his citizens, disguised as a mere wanderer, such is what he had to do, to be the adventurous prince he wanted to be, and he took this another step, disappearing for days, even months within his kingdom of origin, now lost to the sands of time, crumbling apart.
Anyway.. Apparently he had wandered among pathways, roads, even toward other kingdoms in this surprisingly effective guise, his parents were kind, but they kept him hemmed in by his standards, his parents showed concern each time, reprimanding him, he wanted freedom, but his parents wanted security, more often than not he would headbutt with them.. never literally, but verbally.. oh yes.
Eventually, he grew tired of waiting for his parents to trust him to be utterly independent, and did not like the idea of becoming the next king, too little freedom, so, he donned the cloak again, and decided no matter what, he would keep wandering, consequences be damned.
Aye.. but consequences there were, another traveler with a similiar cloak passed by him.
"..Huh.. maybe it's someone like me, or perhaps just a regular wanderer.."
Another prince? Perhaps.. of another realm, another place, another time long since past.. whom returned there long ago.. and was fated to do so again.
Another Wanderer? Mayhap, in contemporary purpose then..
This one was something else entirely however, looking toward the disguised Sullivus, he attacked with an almost supernatural speed, tackling the surprised, but now former prince, his eyes.. those dark sanguine eyes.. the color of blood.. just like what this attacker craved, Sullivus had heard rumors, but never seen one up close..
A Vampire.
Seconds after that thought entered his head, a crunching noise from his neck, followed by an excruciating pain overtook him, he blacked out..
..When he awoke.. he knew something was terribly wrong, he felt dazed, his skin was much paler.. and he soon realized what had happened.
He could not bring himself to do harm to the parents whom had wanted to care for him so much, he ran..
..and ran..
..And ran..
..Looking back toward his kingdom's silhouette with one phrase.
"..I'm sorry, mother.."
"Please.. forgive me.."
Never was he seen again.
His red cloak was never found again either.. not hung up in it's usual place in his quarters, which are now likely ruins and stone..
So He may still be out there, dressed as the dark red wanderer..
If you see someone in a red cloak, turn back..
Before you regret not doing so.
Skills and Powers:
Extreme Magic Attunement, Universal Magic Compatibility, Dark Energy Manipulation, Dark Matter Manipulation, Vampirically High physical strength, vampiric speed, vampiric looks, Predator Vision, Expert Sewing and Weaving, can hold his liquor absurdly well, even for a vampire,
An Unusual Skill: Spectral Hits (If he hits something hard enough, even with his fists, his attacks will have a magic backing them up, it could poison, it could burn on contact, it could chill and freeze, and it could electrocute, it isn't something he decides, so he has to be careful.)
(The Chill effect slows opponents down greatly, vampires will start moving slightly above human speed while chilled, thankfully, it only lasts a few seconds)
(The Poison effect is gradual, chips away at the vitality of most, and Vampires will feel a greater urge to feed as most of their sustenance is corroded away)
(The Burn effect hurts.. imagine punching someone, and it left a burn mark, basically the case here.)
(The Electric attack is like the fire attack, except it can paralyze for a split second at rare times, and drain magic from other Tremere Vampires almost all the time)
It doesn't seem to follow any standard concept of magic, and even seems Eldritchean in nature, but the Spectral Hits power, while unpredictable even by it's user, can be Deadly with repeated applications having various effects each time.
Oddly, it only works when the user in question INTENDS to hit something, if the user just punches someone 'for the fun of it', it does nothing.
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uxg5W...
Diablo II - Wilderness
Secondary Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQoiB...
Diablo II - Sanctuary
Style: Often found Wearing a Black long Trenchcoat
Other: His Magickal speciality lies on Dark Magic in general, Matter, Energy, Surrounding Environs, it makes little difference.. although he has been seen using classier magics like fire and ice.
"Under your bed.."
Template by the always lovely sucre'd fiendZ E V A
Elodie Yung ; x, x
nicknames ; [ Zeva ]
▼ P E R S O N A
When it comes down to it, Zeva runs on pure emotions. She doesn't stop to think through her actions, she doesn't worry about what's going to happen as a result. She just reacts instinctively, and usually someone gets hurt. When she was younger she was so erratic and aggressive her parents took her to a psychologist when she turned 15, and she was diagnosed with sociopathy. Not completely and perfectly in the way most are, thanks to her godly side. Sociopaths by definition can feel all emotions besides things like guilt and remorse, but Zeva can feel those somewhat. It's just a lot harder than normal people for her. And she doesn't exactly put effort into getting better.
When something pisses her off she goes right to the offensive, usually spilling blood. With the sociopathy she is simply incapable of thinking ahead to the fact that she'll get in trouble, she doesn't consider that she'll have to clean it all up. It doesn't matter who it is that angered her, or how small of a thing it is. Violence is the only way she knows how to act, it's her first line of defense. Whether she's scared or angry or just bored it's likely she'll lash out, and when she lashes out it will be with viciousness and terrifying accuracy.
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▼ P H Y S I C A L I T Y
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Even French braided, her long black hair falls almost to her waist. Usually it is in some form of braid to simply keep it out of the way, but often the braid is coiled up and pinned. Her eyes are such a dark shade of brown and usually glaring, so most people would simply describe them as pitch black, her pupils blending into the iris. Her body is slender and muscular, more lithe and wiry than brute strength. At around 5' her size alone already seems very intimidating, but there is the added benefits of her tattoos.
All down the sides of her body she has tattoos, little tongues of flame reaching toward the center. An intricate dragon wraps around her leg, starting around her knee. Her face is decorated with further surprisingly detailed and fine fierce tattoos, snaking in from either side of her face, up her chin, and creating a point down her forehead. Two small dots adorn the top and bottom markings of her face.
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▼ R E C O R D S
Jackie wasn't exactly what most would call a loyal spouse. Sure she loved her husband but he knew very well that she didn't like to stay with just one person. So it was common for her to go out and hook up with many different people, one of whom ended up being Steve. Of course there was no way for her to know, and no way for her to know that she would end up pregnant from the encounter.
She ended up giving birth to a little girl. She was named Zeva, and she was the one that always caused the troubles, even more than the two older boys. It was Zeva who stole the neighbor's cat when she was little, Zeva who flipped out and stole scissors when she was 5 and ended up accidentally scratching her parents with them, Zeva who had to be punished much more strictly than the others, Zeva who went out and vandalized things as she got older, and Zeva who got sent to therapy for her issues. It might have all ended up alright if she hadn't been sent to a certain therapist, one who was actually good at her job.
Mentally she was already off and a shitty therapist, Eris, only brought that more to the surface with all the questions and pushiness. Eris kept pushing and kept pushing, and Zeva finally snapped back. Out of instinct Eris lashed out, and ended up Turning the already unstable girl. With her new abilities, the day came when Zeva just snapped. Her parents were yelling at her, and then they started in on her friend, and Zeva lost it. She took that fire axe their father had hung as decoration on the wall and just went after them. It was a brutal kill, especially for a teenager. But she didn't care. Her own insanity drove her to do even worse, and she ended up eating her parent's hearts. Her two brothers understandably flipped, but they weren't going to turn her in.
To support herself she got a job as a stripper, sometimes a hooker. But if her guys did any little thing to piss her off they ended up dead too. Violence and murder was her instant reaction to anything negative. She always went to her friend to help cover it up. But eventually the day came when she got into arguments with her brothers. They always pissed her off, but it was never a major thing. Until they finally found out about the rest of the killings. It was the last straw and once again she lost it, killing her brothers in the same way she had her parents.
But for the first time, she had an actual emotional unease about it. She did care about her brothers, and she didn't know what to do with them dead. So as she always did when she had a problem, she went to her friend. As always, he helped her cover it up.
▽ R E L A T I O N S
▻ mother - Jackie - Deceased
▻ father - Steve - Unknown
▻ stepfather - Jack - Deceased
▻ brother - Joseph - Deceased
▻ brother - Jackson - Deceased
Name: KatarinAge: 3,456
Gender: Female
Clan: Gangrel
Appearance:
History Before Death: Born in Romania in the 18th Century she was a part of a clan of humans that lived in Brimstone. She grew up as a Vampire Hunter, she and her friends hunted them up until her Comrades were killed. She had been turned into a Vampire by one named Lumois. Though her Sire is dead she's still alive and kicking, she's a master at Unarmed combat as well as sword fighting.
Skills: Sword Fighting, Unarmed Combat
Weaknesses: Crosses, Holy Water, Stakes
Style: see her clothing
Other:
General
Full Name: Nathaniel Vanderwood
Nickname: Nathan
Age: 68 (Appearance - 18)
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Clan: Toreador
Birthday: January 23rd
Zodiac Signs: Aquarius
Sexuality: Pansexual
Crush: Open
Relationship Status: Single
Appearance
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Standing at 6'0, Nathaniel Vanderwood clearly makes an impression on anyone he encounters. His deep blue eyes which are as deep as the ocean itself. His blonde hair which is similar to straw in color. His perfect bone structure which gives him an elegant yet beautiful appearance. His teeth are as white as they possibly can be and are almost always hidden behind his stunning smirks or smiles. Nathan has pretty pale skin but still has a little bit of color to it which doesn't make him look so dead. Occasionally Nathan will have his hair pulled back in a bun so that it doesn't get in his way while he's doing something, usually playing the violin or piano. When Nathan walks into a room he has a sort of professionally beautiful aura surrounding him that draws people closer to him without him even trying. For a male, his eyelashes are pretty long and adds to his attractive features, complementing his ocean blue eyes.
Eye Color - Blue
Hair Color - Blonde
Height - 6'0" ft (183 cm)
Body Build - Tall/Slender
History
Nathan grew up in a small home with his mother, father, and twin brother whom he loved dearly. They had always been close and did everything together. Growing up, Nathan and John were practically best friends all throughout school until high school when Nathan told his family that he also liked men along with women. His family decided to isolate him and cast him out when they had t bring him along during family activities. He never felt like they understood him or even cared about him especially John. He felt that John betrayed their friendship just because he didn't understand why Nathan was the way he was. When Nathan turned eighteen he decided to run away and find himself a new home where he would be accepted. That was when he was taken in by a vampire and turned into one. He felt great and loved the new feeling of someone needing him. His whole attitude and personality changed. He had always been fascinated by music but his parents never paid it any mind so he never had the chance to learn how to play any instruments. Over the course of a couple of years, he mastered both the piano and the violin. His hair also grew out and gave him a more matured appearance. He has embraced his sexuality and tends to find himself at night clubs hooking up with many attractive women and men.
Family
Mother: Sean Vanderwood (Deceased)
Father: Marissa Vanderwood (Deceased)
Siblings: Jonathan Vanderwood (Deceased)
Personality
Nathan is a pretty nice guy most of the time and loves to be around people. He is a very flirtatious person and does not care of the gender of the person he is flirting with. Nathan is quite calm and independant when it comes to difficult tasks. Even though Nathan also likes women, when he's with a man he normally is the bottom (if you know what I mean *wink wink*). He enjoys having having sexual relationships with humans and usually brings home a different one every night. Nathan has never been in a relationship for longer than two weeks because of his interests in others. He'll move on to someone else in a heartbeat if he thinks they are attractive. Nathan isn't normally aggressive but if someone he cares about is hurt he'll go crazy and want to kill whoever hurt them.
Likes:
- Blood
- Lancelot
- Music
- Visual Art
- Poetry
- Flirting
- Sweets
- Alcohol
Dislikes:
- Coffee
- Spicy Foods
- Attention Seekers
- Being Commanded
- Disloyalty
- Dancing
Interests:
- Reading
- Playing Instruments
- Listening to Music
Weaknesses: Nathan is weak to many things, some being: sunlight, silver, crosses, or manipulation from higher ranked vampires. He doesn't believe he is that powerful so he will submit in battle that he believes he cannot win. His love for Lancelot has also become one of his many weaknesses seeing as if something were to happen to the cat, Nathan would be devastated. At times his blood lust can be overpowering and might go overboard and drink too much which will leave him in a drunken like state.
Skills: Nathan is very skilled at charming people into doing what he wants them to do and forcing them to think about him. He can send images into humans minds of himself so they will think of him but he rarely does it seeing as he really only wants to rely on his actual charm. If he gets his daily dose of blood he'll have enhanced senses for twenty four hours which is not much but it gives him a bit of an advantage. He has also been developing a new skill where he can hear people's thoughts but lately it gets out of control and he'll hear every single thought of anyone within a hundred feet of him.
Style:
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Other: Has a male black pet cat with blue eyes named 'Lancelot' which he calls 'Lance' for short.
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Jeanette Vorman - 22 - Malkavian - Female
Jay bird suffers from a personality disorder.
She runs a club in Santa Manico and deals with new recruits.
She addresses you as child if you're not up to her standards.
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