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Venture / Storm Tossed

« on: May 22, 2020, 06:56:26 PM »

It was a bitch of a night and he was soaked through and shivering from the chill of it, not that he cared, or felt it. His lips were tinged a slight blue and his normally bright blue eyes were dull and washed out, not by cold, but through pain, through heartache, through addiction. The storm continued to rage around and through Zack as he stumbled almost blindly towards the entrance of Venture, The nightclub for Vampires, the nightclub his girlfriend warned him never to go to, the girlfriend he had thought was a fae, the girlfriend that had told him she was fae, but turned out to be a succubus, a sex demon, who had wanted his life and his soul along with it.

Zack had no idea the supernatural world had even existed till he had met Deanna. Beautiful, exotic, seductive Deanna. He had seen her in a nightclub one night and he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of her. He wasn’t one to ogle usually, it was too much like objectifying someone to him, but there she had been, dancing on her own in the middle of the club as if no one else in the world even existed, till she lifted her eyes and looked at him, only at him. Nearly a year later and she was gone, just gone, and he discovered everything she had told him was a lie, she had been a lie, and he was left broken, addicted, craving the tainted touch of a sex demon. She had been his everything, had become his everything.

He stumbled and fell against the door frame as he entered the club. He wasn’t even sure why he had come, except Deanna had forbidden him to come here, preferring Club Zero, Deanna’s favourite haunt, every time they had walked past Venture Deanna had pulled him close saying that he was hers, only hers, and that they couldn’t have him, he had thought she was joking,  it had made him feel wanted, special…loved.

When he entered the foyer, he was greeted by…someone. Zack barely noticed, accepting the towel that was thrusted at him and not even seeing the sour look that came with it. He threw the towel over his shoulders not bothering to dry off his clothing and moved past, ignoring the beautiful spiraling marble staircase, and stumbled towards the welcome shadows of the Lounge. He blinked those oh so lost eyes, raindrops clinging to his lashes and glinting in his wet, black short hair as he tried to peer through the gloom. There was a booth, it appeared empty

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Artefacts / Hang Drum of Sorrow

« on: May 14, 2020, 11:57:22 PM »

Name: Hang Drum of Sorrow

Secondary Names:
Celestial Hang Drum, Hang Drum

In Possession Of:
Saraekiel

Created by:
The Seraphim of the Heavenly Plane (Transformed into their current state by the dark ritual that turns fallen angels into dark ones)

Creation:
Every angel has an affinity for, and bonds with, one type of musical instrument. Once chosen, this instrument is recreated using pure celestial material then gifted to its owner. Once bonded that bond is for eternity, and the instrument becomes infused with power to match the nature of the one they are bound to. These soul bound Celestial Instruments are unbreakable and respond to only those they are bound to, harming anyone else that dares to touch them.

The Celestial Hang Drum is a rare instrument, even on the Heavenly plane and there are few indeed who have been called to it.. Saraekiel fist heard and saw one when it was being played by Uriel. He was instantly captivated and drawn to its unusual, meditative yet eerie sound.

When Saraekiel performed the Dark Ritual to become a Dark Angel, his chosen instrument also transformed into a dark version of itself, it’s tone now portrays an subtle yet unrelenting sorrow for it remembers what it once was, who its owner once was and grieves. If played without purpose by Saraekiel all who hear it (and aren’t protected) are filled and left with a deep and unabating sense of loss and despair for days after.

The Celestial hang Drum is far superior to anything humans have recently created and omits a more rich and complicated sound then anything they could hope to produce. They can also shrink to the size of a grapefruit, allowing Saraekiel to walk through a large crowd affecting a small group or a single individual, playing the instrument with mere brushes of his fingertips as he cups it in his hand, or it can expand to something that would fit Saraekiels lap or onto a large stand, affecting large crowds.

Alignment:
Chaotic neutral


Corrupting Magic: Hypnotises any who hears it, allowing Saraekiel to send people to sleep or leaving them susceptible for him to plant ideas, messages or even programmed orders into their minds,

Competing Magic: Angelic. Blessings
Enhancing Magic: Dark Angel abilities (Saraekiels)
Neutral Magic: Curses, Dark magic

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NPC Characters / Seragil's NPCS

« on: February 12, 2020, 04:08:13 PM »

Paddy (Pádraig ó Broin) (Patrick Byrne)


Basics
Species: Shidhe Bird Shifter (Morrigan Clan)
Gender: Male
Appears to be: 25
Occupation: Works the front desk at Grigori Inc and as Saraekiel's PA.

Appearance
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 157 lbs
Hair: Curly and red
Eye Color: Brown
Body Structure: Toned and sculptured.

Personality
Flirty, playful, loyal.

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Sanctuary / Business and Pleasure

« on: January 14, 2020, 11:35:05 AM »

It was a chilly and gusty day thought the sky was bright with sunshine and so he was dressed in black jeans and a cream coloured cashmere sweater. The sweater was nice but he had a feeling he might regret its choice as he stood amidst the jasmine covered pillars before the café’s front doors. He could feel the wards before he even touched the doors and smiled with pleasure. It was a good sign, proof that the witch who owned the place knew what she was about, the strength of the wards warning anyone that here dwelled a being of considerable power. Maybe this witch would be worth pursuing after all.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, his flesh rushing with goose bumps as the protection spells washed over him. It felt similar to the spells around the Luminary building and Penbrooke Estate, maybe it wasn't the owner who did the spell but the vampires pet witch Sabrina he thought as he gazed about the room looking for an appropriate seat, the magic was similar but different enough to keep him guessing.

The place was nicely decorated and the fireplace with its crackling fire added to the natural warmth and welcome of the place. The delectable aroma of exceptional coffee filled his lungs as he drew in a deep breath, savoring the scent before he exhaled. The room was airy and filled with light, both natural and magical, a place of ease, relaxation and pure safety; a true sanctuary. He snorted with amusement as he made his way to a table with two chairs by one of the windows, it would be nice change to sit where the sun could shine on them.

It was only half past ten, he had arrived early on purpose so that he might check the place out, check the witch out and he was disappointed when a fae something came over to take his order. He picked up the menu to quickly peruse it and was amused when he noticed the number thirteen engraved into the center of the table next to the small pot of mint, perfect.

He ordered coffee, black and a croissant. Once the wait staff had left he sat back and relaxed as he watched the front door and the people coming and going, fascinated by how they all reacted to the magic of the place, how the norms just accepted it as normal and how the supes smiled at the haven offered them. Yes, this had been a good choice for a meeting with the head of the word, a place of ease and relaxation.

His coffee and food arrived and so he sat and enjoyed the rare experience of idleness as he sipped his exceptional coffee and delicately light croissant.

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The Carnival & Caravan Park / Ill Thoughts and Ill Deeds.

« on: December 11, 2019, 06:19:23 PM »

He sat on the corner edge of the table, using it like a stool, his right leg propped up on the bench seat while the other dangled freely, scuffing the ground beneath with the tip of his shoe. The night was getting late, but the carnival wasn’t slowing down at all, actually the opposite was true, the later it got the busier it became. People were milling around everywhere, except for this little lonely table, placed at the top of the small hill beneath the shadow of the large tree sprawling above it. It was too far from everything he guessed and probably too secluded. Day time would probably be different, the tree would offer shade and the distance from the main attractions would allow some respite from the chaos and press of humanity. The table and its location suited him perfectly, he could watch while staying out of sight for the most part and it prevented anyone from sneaking up on him.

He had been at the table a little while now, waiting. Not that he minded the wait, for the time alone had given him time to think and to explore the show bags he had been forced to buy. The Winged Creatures one had made him laugh, the golden feathered figurine, which he had assumed was meant to represent Light Angels, had been melted a little and was stuck to the table beside him. Its form was still discernible, but its wings and face had been mangled and grotesquely malformed, a toothpick had been inserted into it so that the unfortunate thing looked like it had been impaled to boot. A dark winged figurine stood atop the tip of another toothpick, looking victorious as it watched over its despised brethren, gloating at its pain and torment, a blackened toothpick had been inserted into its hand, making it look like the creature was holding a dark sword.

He had moved on from playing with the figurines though. Now he dipped a small plastic brush into a small bottle of bubble solution, he then pulled it out and blew some bubbles. They shimmered beneath the night sky, reflecting the lights from the carnival as they drifted and spread out towards the happy, fun loving masses.

He narrowed his eyes as he watched the bubbles drift over the crowds then smiled wickedly. How long had it been since he had played? Too fucking long. He dipped the brush into the bottle again and pulled it out but this time when he blew into and over the brush, he did so with intent, the result was a stream of small bubbles. The bubbles came out shimmering with a red patina, each one filled with a touch of lust. They would drift over the crowd, landing and breaking only on those of the right mind and mood. Those they landed and burst on would find their desires suddenly inflamed and uncontrollable, they would be consumed by them. Soon there would be couples screwing with total abandon and wantonness in the shadow filled tent alleys and dark recesses of the different attractions.

He smiled as he watched them drift off on the gentle night breeze towards the unsuspecting public. This whole election business was ridiculous anyway. Jake should have squished it before it even started. Ben should have come before the council and called for a vote of non-confidence against Jake and claimed the right to his seat. He would have gotten a majority vote no problems, hell, it might even been unanimous. Instead, there was this circus with both parties claiming to make changes that would affect the rest of the District Leaders and running of the city if they won. Fucking vampires!

His next stream of bubbles shimmered with darkness, each one filled with anger bordering on rage. They would find those that were tired and cranky, the irritated, or those that were generally bad spirited, and feed those flames. They will suddenly break, giving into their dark impulses, consumed with rage. No longer able to tolerate those that push in at the ques, or those that keep bumping them or makes their child drop their ice cream or plutopup, or those who can no longer stand the way a person is eyeing up their partner. Violence would soon spread through the carnival like fireworks on Independence Day.

Fucking and Fighting, the two most primal and basic drives that controlled nearly every animal, supe or not.

He dipped the brush into the bottle once more and started to draw it out slowly, his eyes gleaming with dark power, his hair blowing about slightly in the night breeze as a small smile of wicked amusement played across his lips when he herd a foot shuffle through the leaves on the ground behind him.

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Announcements / The Streets Continue to Run Green with the Blood of the Fae

« on: September 14, 2019, 10:10:24 PM »

THE SHADOW GAZETTE

The Streets Continue to Run Green with the Blood of the Fae

Article written by Mattheu

My name is Mattheu, not my real name of course, but it will suffice. I dare to expose the filth and the lies that are kept hidden from us all and I dare to lift my face and my pen and call out those that have the audacity to claim leadership and dominion over us, to point out their corruption and to say that which needs to be said for those that cannot or dare not.

The city is all abuzz with chatter of who will be the new District Leader for Central, and many have spotted the contenders for the crown gallivanting around town knocking on the doors of the rich and powerful, no doubt spinning their cons and depleting their bank accounts, greasing the wheel and the hands in the hope of obtaining their all-important votes, and yet, as these future leaders flog their campaign horses to death and rub noses with the crème de la crème of society; we, the people who sit beneath their booted heel must ask ourselves. What does this mean for us?

Especially when the streets of central continue to run green with the blood of the fae.
Once again, the vampires of central run amok, unchecked and unrestrained, spreading chaos and fear through the city as they drain the fae of their life so that these hags of the night might obtain an undead high.

Jake McCloud, the current Leader for central offers pretty words and lip service in response to these heinous acts of racial violence and injustice, he blathers on about protecting all those that live within his domain and yet, his kind, his people, still roam freely, attacking and draining anyone they wish without any consequence.

He wax’s poetic about the perpetrators of these crimes being hunted and punished but as my Grammy would say. “Proof is in the pudding love” and this pudding reeks of dead bodies and weeping, grieving families. A song many have heard and sung since the Black Prince's return, let’s not forget that this isn’t the first time the vampires of central have caused our streets to run with the blood of the innocent, to run with the life waters of those not Vampire.

But now it’s the fae numbers that dwindle nightly from our community, and those that survive the night hide and shake with fear every time the sun sinks beneath the horizon, whilst those that refuse to live in fear or will not be subjugated to the role of existing as nothing more then a vampiric dooby flee our city as quickly and safely as possible. Once again, the supernatural railroad is being put into full force thanks to Jake McCloud and his army of goons.

I say Jake McCloud because he is the Leader for central and it is mainly in central that these atrocities continue to happen in such unrestrained and terrifying numbers. Yes, the fae across the city are being attacked but not like they are in central. The South is relatively safe, as is the West, the North West, the North and the East. I spoke to an eastern vampire about these vampire attacks and they said. “It is a travesty and one that is not tolerated here under Charon’s care, any vampire that attacks a fae is quickly hunted down and punished accordingly.” A fact supported by the fae that live there as well. "It still happens on occasion", they said, "but we have faith that the perpetrators will be swiftly dealt with."

When I asked another eastern vampire for their opinion about the current Leadership of Central, they had this to say. “We vampires that live and lead in the East look with disappointment and sorrow at the current state and leadership of central, and hope that soon, that part of our city will be bright with luminary light. We wait for the bright star of the future to ascend the night sky and know its brilliance will banish the shadow and fear that dwells now in Central.”

Is that the only solution we of Central are to have? To await the rise of a new luminary star to save us? It certainly looks that way, maybe then we can expect order, security and peace to settle once more in this city and to central.

So, I ask you…who will you vote for? What future do you dare dream of?

Do you have a tale to tell, a horror to expose? Do you know of an act of black tyranny that was perpetrated by our so-called leaders?

If so, help me shine a light on it. My name is Mattheu and I will speak about that which others dare not. Seek me in the shadows.

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Artefacts / Eye of Medusa

« on: August 27, 2019, 11:38:45 PM »

NAME:
Eye of Medusa

CREATOR:
Echidna

CURRENTLY OWNED BY:
Phaedre Nicolaides

CREATION STORIES:

Made by Echidna after Perseus killed Medusa and used her head to kill Polydectes. Echidna then used one of the eyes and turned it into a magical artifact to help aid Medusa’s offspring.

Has to be activated daily with a drop of Gorgan blood.

Protects the wearer from mental attacks and manipulation. (Yellow/amber colour)

Allows the wearer to see through all glamour (Pink Colour)

Warns them by turning red and looking at the person if someone with bad intentions or means them harm comes close to them.

Detects magical artifacts. The eye will turn green and look in the direction of the artifact.

Makes the wearer immune to their, and other Gorgan stares.

Is bound to the wearer, only works if it is given away freely and without duress, or if taken from the corpse of the wearer. If snatched and taken by force the amulet turns the would be thief into stone.

ARTEFACT ALIGNMENTS: Neutral.

COMPETING:
Angelic and Demonic

NEUTRAL:
Spells, curses

ENHANCING:
Draconic, Blessings

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Artefacts / The Fang of Lycaon

« on: August 22, 2019, 10:59:44 PM »

NAME:
The Fang of Lycaon

CREATOR:
Callisto, daughter of Lycaon

CURRENTLY OWNED BY:
Phaedre Nicoladies

CREATION STORIES:
(For it to work this item must be placed on a fang tooth of someone with lycanthropy. This item then bonds with that person, making them Alpha. This item will only effect those already afflicted with lycanthropy or are animal Shifters )

Callisto was the daughter of King Lycaon of Arcadia and the High Priestess of Artimas. When her father and remaining brothers were transformed into mindless, ravening beasts in the form of twisted, monstrous wolves, she took some pity on them, even though she agreed that they deserved their punishment she wanted her family to recognize one another and stay together. She used her witch gifts to trap and subdue her father and carved onto his fang a spell that altered his curse slightly.

POSITIVE TRAITS AND ABILITIES:
•   A bite using this fang will cause the bitten to form a strong pack bond and mentality with the wearer of the fang and all those similarly bitten. (Werewolves and shifters)
•   The wearer and bitten gain lucidity and awareness during transformation along with some minor control over their inner beast but they are still a cursed thing and retain the mind of a bestial predator during this time, but now they also have human cognition, cunning and intelligence to go with that super-sized killer instinct. They will remember all that they did when humanoid once more. (Werewolves only)
•   Those bitten gain the full lifespan of the wearer of the artifact (Shifters only.)
•   The wearer and those bitten gain minor agility, strength, speed, healing and sensory boosts during their non transformed state (Equal to newly turned fledge vamps.) (Werewolves and shifters)

NEGATIVE TRAITS AND ABILITIES:
•   This artifact can only be used on ten people. After the tenth person is bitten the artifact once again becomes decorative.
•   All bitten pack members forge a life bond with the wearer of the fang. If they die before it is freely removed by them, they all die. If or when the fang is removed all current Pack bonds and abilities dissolve.
•   This artifact is a treasured heirloom of the Arcadians. Anyone not of the royal bloodline who possesses this item and uses it will be hunted down and killed as will anyone who has been bitten by it. (This little nugget of knowledge has been lost or forgotten over time. BEWARE THE ARCADIANS IF YOU ARE NOT ONE)


ARTEFACT ALIGNMENT: Neutral

DESTRUCTION:
Silver, Dragon Fire

COMPETING:
Transformative magical artifacts

ENHANCING:
Lycanthopic magic or artifacts

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Artefacts / Unholy Corruption [שחיתות בלתי קדושה]

« on: August 17, 2019, 03:47:02 AM »

Name:שחי תות בלתי קדושה (Unholy Corruption)

Secondary Names:
Seraph Shamshir Swords, Blades of Corruption

In Possession Of:
Saraekiel

Created by:
The Seraphim of the Heavenly Plane (Transformed into their current state by the dark ritual that turns fallen angels into dark ones)

Creation:
Every angel has an affinity for, and bonds with, one type of weapon. Once matched, this weapon is then recreated by the Seraphim and gifted to the angel when they are of age. Once bonded that bond is for eternity, and the weapon becomes infused with power to match the nature of the one they are bound to. These soul bound Seraphim weapons are unbreakable and respond to only those they are bound to, harming anyone else that dares to touch them.

Saraekiel had an affinity for using twin Persian Style Shamshir swords and so these where gifted to him when he was of age by the Seraphim of the Heavenly Plane. When he Fell, these blades turned into ordinary metal, though they always stayed sharp and never rusted, but they became blunt, heavy and cumbersome when they were touched by anyone else except Saraekiel.

When Saraekiel performed the Dark Ritual to become a Dark Angel, his weapons also transformed into a dark version of themselves and are now filled with a dark and sinister power.

Alignment:
Chaotic neutral


Corrupting Magic:
Drains and corrupts vitality and magic.
Corrupts and rots whatever it touches or causes damage to. The longer the contact or more serious the damage, the stronger and bigger the spread of corruption.

A cut from these weapons causes the flesh to putrefy and rot. When used against living creatures, the corrupting magic of these blades will enter the bloodstream and spread throughout the body, slowly but surely killing the victim by draining their vitality and magic whilst rotting them from the inside out. When used against vampires, this corruption will spread depending on the size and depth of the initial wound, the bigger the wound the bigger the putrefaction area, however as long as the vampire is strong enough, the corruption and drain on their magic shouldn’t be fatal as long as they retain the strength to continuously heal the damage until the curse of the blades has worn off.

Competing Magic: Angelic. Blessings
Enhancing Magic: Dark Angel abilities (Saraekiels)
Neutral Magic: Curses,Dark magic

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Approved Characters / Phoenix Nicolaides

« on: August 17, 2019, 12:23:59 AM »

Basics
Name:Phoenix Argos Nicolaides
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Fluid
Nationality/Race: Greek
Species: Gorgon
Age [actual]: 315
Date of Birth: First week of the first month of Autumn (generally never disclosed)
Age [appearance]:25

Domicile: North District

Magical Objects:

[color/orangered]Looks
Hair:  Short chocolate brown tousled curls kept shorter on the sides, longer on the top. Medusa Hair:  Complete mass of basilisk serpents, a mix of two types (red and/or green eyes, resemble green tree snakes with red spots and underbelly)
Eyes: Light brown, tawny, almost golden coloured, Dragon eyes (grey and black speckled) Gorgon (Green glow)
Skin: Sun kissed, dusky tone.
Mouth: Kissable
Frame: Sculptured and toned. stands about six feet.
Tattoos/Distinguishing Marks: Dragon scales down his spine (Shiny dark green with a shimmering blood-red pearlescence). Has a green and red snake tattoo on his left shoulder.

Current Occupation and Salary: Owns and runs a company that specializes in unique statuary art.

Lifestyle:
Hobbies: Creating and collecting statues, learning martial arts and weaponry.
Pastimes: Taking long moonlit walks, hiking, sunbathing
Vices: Gambler, risk taker.

Likes & Dislikes
Favorites…
Sports: Extreme sports, motor racing, motorbike racing and cage fighting
Food & Drink: Burgers, beer and a good bloody steak.
Music: Dance and electronic
Books & Magazines: Sun Tzu's Art of War, Greek mythology

Pet Peeves: People chewing with their mouth open and people talking with their mouthful.
Fears / Phobias: Having his hair cut or touched by people he doesn't know or trust.
Dislikes: Cats, cargo pants, supernatural hunters

Awareness of Supernaturals: Aware of all the different types.

Supernatural Abilities:

Snake venom: Full strength. (Bleeding and Acid. See species sheet) (Can be cured with his blood or tears)

Gorgon Gaze: (Turns anyone into stone, instantly. They can be turned back to normal using Argos' blood or tears if applied withing 500yrs of becoming stone.)

Teleportation: [color=orangered(Blink). (up to 1 mile).[/color]

Personality
Strongest Positive Trait: Passionate
Strongest Negative Trait: Adrenaline junkie

Character Strengths: Self confident, laid back, warm, loyal. Romantic
Character Flaws: Over protective, argumentative. can be quite callous
Quirks: Rattles things in his pockets, fidgets with things.
Temper: Slow to burn but deadly and explosive when he boils over.

Relationships & History
Current...
Relationship Status: Single
Family: Mother (Cassandra, Queen of the Cyclades Gorgons, two older sisters, Godmother)
Friends:
Enemies:
Notable Connections: His Godmother Vai and Saraekiel (Saraekiel saved her mother and elder sister and so earned a clan debt and a place of honour amongst his family)

Hometown: Naxos
Family Background: Royal family of the Cyclades Gorgons. Descendants of Medusa
Mother: Cassandra (Queen of the Cyclades Gorgons)
Father: A Sidhe royal
Siblings: Two older sisters
Birth Order: Third
Extended Family: Vai

History: N/D

Recent History:
Has moved to America and to the city with his older sister (Phaedre) and a small entourage of gorgons. He is his sister's main protector but also wants to experience a life that he can claim as his own. Has joined Saraekiels Northern team of supes. Is looking to open up a landscaping business within the city that specializes in unique statuary. Often hangs out at his sisters and Godmothers nightclub (Club Zero)


Permissions Given in Reasonable Roleplay:
(Yes = you don't have to ask before acting in RP, No = you ask first)
Feeding: Yes
Wounding/Cursing: Yes
Killing: No

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Grigori Inc / Grigori Inc

« on: August 16, 2019, 09:19:15 PM »

A three story modern glass and stone office building. The first floor consists of a comfortable seating area and a secretary desk. To the back of the room on the right are the elevators.

The top floor serves as Saraekiel's personal office space.

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Species Information / Gorgons

« on: August 14, 2019, 08:13:05 PM »

Gorgons
(Gorgons are so rare that their abilities and effects are mostly unknown to anyone outside of their race)

Classification:  Draconic Olympians

Origin:
Believed to be the combined descendants of the original Gorgons of Greek mythology, Stheno, Euryale and Medusa, who in turn were the children of Echidna (Half woman half snake with the power over life and death) and Typhon (A fire breathing dragon with one hundred heads)
 
Appearance:

Beautiful and human looking for the most part. Hair, eyes and skin can be any human colour.

All gorgons have a strip of snake/dragon scales the width and length of their spine, these tend to mirror the colour of the eyes of their snakes

All gorgon’s hair turns into curled vipers or basilisk type serpents when angered or feel threatened. This can either be a full mass of snakes or just a few random ones throughout the rest of their hair. The eyes of the snakes match the magical venom type their bites produce. (Some have multiple types of snakes and therefore venom)

The full gorgon form consists of snake hair and eyes, they can also transform the lower half of their bodies into snake form which they have been trained to use as a weapon

Human eyes generally but can change to dragon/serpent eyes to hypnotize (vertical pupil) Gorgon eyes (vertical pupil and their eyes glow. Those that look into their eyes at this time turn into stone.)

Creation:
Male Gorgons are sterile except when they breed with female gorgons. Females may breed with anyone; any offspring they conceive will always be pure-bred gorgons. Due to their long-life spans, children are extremely rare, those that do manage to bare children generally only produce one offspring, the maximum children a gorgon can ever produce over their lifetime is four.

Lifespan:
Gorgons live for ten thousand years. They don’t age appearance wise once they turn 25. However, they become ancient crones, withered and haggard once they turn 9900 years old. Their last century is often lived in solitude as they are unable to cope with the ugliness of their appearance. Many opting to turn themselves into stone before they reach that age so that their beauty will remain forever.

Gorgons age and mature as humans do until they reach twenty-five

Characteristics:
Extremely rare, these supes are more oft then not considered merely myth because of their scarcity. Their clans are small, consisting of no more then 20 to 30 people

Matriarchal: Each clan is ruled by a Queen

Clannish; They stand by clan before anyone else. Loyal; protective of those they care about, especially loyal to their family members. For outsiders their loyalty must be earned and can never be brought, and they remain steadfastly loyal unless they are betrayed. Gorgons do not get on with other gorgon clans, they may have peace between them but they are never allies nor are gorgons from other clans to be trusted.

Territorial: Once claimed a gorgon will protect their lands and their home with viscous efficiency.

Heightened Vision: They have heat vision, notice all types of movements, can see into the shadow realm and their over all vision is close to but not quite as good as a vampires.

Sense of Taste: All Gorgons have a heightened sense of taste, it is almost like a second sight and are able to track a quarry just by tasting the air they have passed through

A gorgon comes into their full power after 300 yrs. So generally, they stay within the clan before then for safeties sake.

Hoarders/treasure hunters; Gorgons all have a vice of some sort in this regard. Some like to surround themselves with beauty and so tend to own model agencies, some must be surrounded with music, others collect books, or art, or magical items or lore and information, and some just like shinies at any and all costs.

Gorgons, for the most part, prefer to live in warmer or temperate climates, they dislike the cold and often become sluggish and slow in prolonged extreme cold weather

Powers and Abilities:

Their blood and abilities are draconic

Turn people/creatures/supes into stone with their gorgon gaze. Their eyes change colour to their snakes’ eyes and glow. (This state can be cured with the use of the gorgon’s tears or blood. A person turned to stone has a time frame of five hundred years to be changed back. After that they are nothing more than a stone statue.)

Hypnotize all people/creatures/supes with their draconic eyes (able to alter and wipe memories)

Their snakes have different venom denoted by their eye colour. (Red: This venom causes uncontrolled bleeding. Green: Acidic, flesh eating venom, Black: A flesh to stone venom, it is agonizingly painful and works slowly; even those with healing or rejuvenation powers cannot stop the spread and transformation. (If a gorgon has enough snakes and are old enough to produce a strong enough venom then even vampires will succumb to the full effects of all venom types.) Pale yellow: paralyzing venom. All venom spreads by blood cell to blood cell, regardless of species. A beating heart will spread it faster but not having one will not stop the toxin.

Have minor teleportation (Blink), the older the gorgon the further they can teleport (Max distance is 2 miles (3 klm))

Super strength

Their blood and tears (if given willingly) is a universal curative and healing agent (A large amount of blood if drunk cures any and all transformative conditions), it will also cure and heal gorgon venom and stone effects. (Does not have to be willingly given if taken during their shedding stage; see liabilities and weaknesses)

Natural Armor; Their skin is impenetrable; except for when it isn’t (See Liabilities and weaknesses)

Dragon Fire: Some gorgons inherit the ability to summon and shoot dragon flame from their hands. (Very very very rare ability.)

Liabilities and Weaknesses:

Gorgons are considered mortal until they reach a century of age and can be killed as simply as any human until then.

Gorgon body parts and fluids are considered extremely magical and are often hunted and harvested because of it.

Seeing their own reflection (Must be a mirror big enough to show their face or some other large high reflective item) whilst using their gorgon stare will cause them to turn themselves into stone.

Shaving their head keeps a gorgon weak and unable to defend themselves, although they can still use their gorgon stare.

For three days every season during their birth week and month, a gorgon will become comatose and shed. Their spine scales will flake and peel, leaving them completely powerless during this time. All gorgons seclude themselves during this time, those with royal connections often have bodyguards with different shedding times to theirs so that they can always be protected during this vulnerable period. Telltale signs a gorgon is due to shed is that they become lethargic and extremely aggressive and their spine scales darken, becoming dull and lackluster.


Lifestyle:
Most remain in rural and remote areas. However, those that tend to live near cities and like to live a lavish life style but tend to blend in as much as possible.

Gorgons don't have birthdays, instead their births are recognized by the week and month of the season they are born in. ( First week of the second month of spring)

Common Personality:

Loyal

Vindictive; if a gorgon decides you are an enemy, they have no mercy and no forgiveness.

They can be cold and calculating.

Sensual and passionate.

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Approved Characters / Eloise Arderne

« on: August 03, 2019, 02:17:59 PM »

Basics
Name: Eloise Arderne
Alias/Nicknames: Elly
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Nationality/Race: British
Species: Vampire
Age [actual]: 377
Date of Birth: 6/4/1642
Age [appearance]: Mid twenties

Domicile: Capital Building

Looks
Hair:  Long platinum white
Eyes: Glacial Blue tinged with enough rosiness to fool some minds into perceiving violet; framed by a thick dusting of snowy lashes, hidden beneath a tasteful amount of mascara, Her white eyebrows are also dyed dark.
Skin: pearlescent alabaster
Shape of Face: High-boned and angular with a delicate femininity.
Nose: Small and perfectly proportioned
Mouth: Full lipped and pouty
Frame: Willowy
Tattoos/Distinguishing Marks: Old welt and whip scars on her back, remnants from her human life.

Lifestyle: Lavish
Hobbies: Shopping, professional primping, fencing,  embroidery, soap making.
Vices: Fascinated by all things magic and the occult

Likes & Dislikes
Favorites…
Sports: fencing, gymnastics, equestrian, shooting.
Food & Drink: blood and spiced blood.
Music: Classical, R&B, 80's
Movies & TV Shows:
Books & Magazines: Fashion magazines

Pet Peeves:
Major Hangups:Violence towards women, overly dominating men,
Fears / Phobias: small spaces
Dislikes: Having her hair pulled


Awareness of Supernaturals: Aware of most, but not particularly learned in all.

Personality
Strongest Positive Trait: Decisive
Strongest Negative Trait: Stubborn

Character Strengths: Caring, protective, adventurous
Character Flaws: Impulsive, Impatient
Quirks: Is her brothers feeder and keeper. Due to his eccentricities he will only feed from her and only after she has scrubbed herself down multiple times and with near scalding water.
Temper: Flash pan, can hold a grudge


Relationship Status: single

Relationship with men: Has a very close but convoluted relationship with her twin brother. Besides her brother her male relationships has Ranged from terrible and abusive to co-dependent and turbulent, has difficulty trusting men. (Besides her brother)
Relationship with women: More trusting and open. Relates better but has never had a long lasting relationship of any kind.
Relationship Skills: Sociable but superficial, finds it hard to make deep lasting relationships.

Hometown: London
Family Background: Affluent and respectable gentry
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Siblings: Elias (Twin and Sire)
Birth Order: Second
Extended Family: None

History:

Eloise was the second born in a set of twins, a fact her twin brother Elias never let her forget. Born to a wealthy family, Eloise grew up surrounded by love and luxury and her parents doted on her and her brother. Being the youngest, and the only girl, she tended to get away with almost anything she wanted, especially since her brother was considered extremely difficult, eccentric and excitable, something Eloise being a younger sibling exploited whenever she found him to be annoying and pushed his buttons to set him off, however she flew into a rage if someone else dare mess with him for she adored him. Their bond was especially strong and intuitive, she knew when he was upset or was about to have an episode and she more then anyone else was able to calm and settle him and he her.

Their live was pretty perfect until their father was killed by a petty criminal one night on his way home. The family was devastated, especially their mother, who grief stricken took her own life. Eloise was the one to find her floating in the bathtub, the water dark with her life’s blood and their fathers razor lying gleaming on the tile floor.

Not wishing to burden her brother anymore then he already was she simply told him that their mother died from grief in the night, her body discovered in her bed by the servants.
Traumatized and grief-stricken Eloise retreated into herself and was swallowed by a deep and lasting melancholy. Upon both of their death Elias inherited all the family’s wealth but being fair he split it evenly with his sister, hoping that the means to life an independent life might bring her out of the darkness she had sunk into.

Not long after Eloise met a Lord and he swept her off her feet, he wooed and seduced her with sweet words and gentle romance, his love brought her back into the light and they were wed. Elias however was not seduced and suspected all was not as the man pretended…. but his sister was happy and smiling once more and so let the matter slide, much to her and his sorrow.

He had the title of Lord but whatever money or wealth that came with it was quickly squandered on his gambling habits, it wasn’t long before all he had was a pretty title quickly tarnishing and a long list of unpayable debts. Eloise was an easy target and once married all her wealth belonged to him. He used it of course to pay his debts but his habit quickly had more piling up until all her wealth was gone too. She went to Elias who wishing his sister to be only happy bailed his brother in law out of trouble, until the next time, then the next, and the next and the next till he too was penniless, and their family home and fortune lost.

The husband blamed her of course and his ill fortune quickly turned into ill temper and fouler moods, he started beating her and took to drink which only made the beatings worse. She became broken in spirit and body with nothing but despair to keep her company.

Then the plague came.

Her brother was just starting to turn his and their fortunes around when he too caught the deadly illness. Her heart turned to ash as she watched him wither away in front of her. He left, claiming that he didn’t want her to watch him die and so took himself off to a quarantine hospice.
She felt him die and he took what little of herself she had left with him.

Until he knocked on her door many months later, skeletal, starving, his skin cold, white, and pearlescent with death, his eyes burning with a hellish light.

He told her a tale of death and blood and of an unholy rebirth, followed by madness and hunger. He was filled with despair, he saw only darkness and wished for death to claim him.

She was filled with rage, this was all her fault, all of it. She was the one who married an abusive squandering lout, she was the one who in turn squandered her brothers wealth in the name of that wretch and their marriage, it was her fault her brother became penniless and being penniless became a plague doctor to earn their money back. It was her fault that he then became sick, her fault that his illness brought a monster to his deathbed, her fault that her brother now sat before her, a cursed thing.

But whereas Elias say nothing but despair and madness before him she saw a glimpse of a bright and glorious future full of endless opportunity.

So she did as her mother but instead of wasting the crimson flow of life’s blood she forced her brother to feed and to make her like him. They would be together in death as they had been in live. Always and Forever.

Her husband was her first feeding, it had not been quick, nor painless and contained nothing of mercy.

Over the centuries she and her brother have traveled and lived all across Europe and managed to meet and at times live with enough vampires to pick up a few tricks.



Recent History:

Told her brother she wished to come to the city and that he would go where she wished, or she would leave him to suffer his malady in solitude.

Vampire Abilities:
Telepathy
Telekinesis (Needs more training to gain better control)
Domination (Not very strong but enough to wipe the memories of the people she feeds from)
Celerity



Permissions Given in Reasonable Roleplay:
(Yes = you don't have to ask before acting in RP, No = you ask first)
Feeding: Yes
Wounding/Cursing: Yes
Killing: No

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Approved Characters / Phaedre Nicolaides

« on: August 03, 2019, 02:11:30 AM »

Basics
Name:Phaedre Nicolaides
Alias/Nicknames: Phaedre or Phae.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Fluid
Nationality/Race: Greek
Species: Gorgon
Age [actual]: 322
Date of Birth: Third week of the first month of Spring (generally never disclosed)
Age [appearance]: 25

Domicile: North District

Magical Objects: Eye Of Medusa, Fang of Lycaon

Looks
Hair:  Shoulder length, chocolate brown and copper coloured curls. Medusa Hair: Complete mass of basilisk serpents, a mix of two types (red or black eyes, resemble red belly black snakes)
Eyes: Human; Light brown, tawny, almost golden coloured. Dragon eyes; grey and black speckled. Gorgon; Red glow with black shadows.
Skin: Sun kissed, dusky copper.
Shape of Face: Long and oval
Mouth: Full, seductive and curls upwards in the corners
Hands: Long fingered and elegant
Frame: Lithe and full figured
Tattoos/Distinguishing Marks: Dragon scales down her spine (Shiny black with a shimmering blood-red pearlescence)

Current Occupation and Salary: Owner and manager of Club Zero

Lifestyle:
Hobbies: Collecting poetry
Pastimes: Collecting magical items.
Health: Perfect
Vices: Hoards magical items, compelled to collect and gather them.

Observable Behavior:

Eye contact: direct
Gait: Sinuously sensuall
Posture: Straight and poised

Likes & Dislikes
Favorites…
Sports: Swimming, shooting
Food & Drink: Mediterranean, wine, ouzo
Music: Classical
Books & Magazines: Fashion Magazines, Poetry

Pet Peeves: Dirty dishes, snake skin clothing (all types)
Fears / Phobias: Having her head shaved or hair cut.
Dislikes: The cold, snow, extreme winters

Awareness of Supernaturals: Aware of all the different types.

Supernatural Abilities:

Snake venom, Full strength. (Bleeding and Stone. See species sheet) (Can be cured with her blood or tears)

Gorgon Gaze (Turns anyone into stone, instantly. They can be turned back to normal using Phaedre's blood or tears if applied withing 500yrs of becoming stone.)

Teleportation (Blink). (up to 1 mile)

Dragon Fire (Can summon and shoot dragon fire)


Personality
Strongest Positive Trait: Loyal
Strongest Negative Trait: vindictive

Character Strengths: Charming, patient, polite
Character Flaws:Confident to the point of arrogance, Impatient with other people, Self perfectionist, intolerant (does not suffer fools).
Quirks: Plays with her necklace when she is thinking or day dreaming.
Sense of Humor: Dry
Temper: Cold and deadly

Relationships & History
Current...
Relationship Status: Single
Family: Mother (Cassandra, Queen of the Cyclades Gorgons, older sister, younger brother. Godmother
Friends:
Enemies:
Notable Connections: Her Godmother Vai and Saraekiel (Saraekiel saved her mother and elder sister and so earned a clan debt and a place of honour amongst her family)

Hometown: Naxos
Family Background: Royal family of the Cyclades Gorgons. Descendants of Medusa
Mother: Cassandra (Queen of the Cyclades Gorgons)
Father: A Sidhe royal
Siblings: Older sister and younger brother
Birth Order: Second
Extended Family: Vai

History: N/D

Recent History:
Has moved to America and to the city with her younger brother and a small entourage of gorgons because she is old enough to start her own clan and because her mother requested her to. Has joined Saraekiels Northern team of supes, entered a partnership with her Godmother and brought a nightclub. (Club Zero)

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Old Roleplays / A Dance of Shadows

« on: April 08, 2019, 11:42:08 PM »

The sun had finally sunk beneath the horizon and black and purple shadows now covered the land as the last of the light faded from the sky. He had thought about taking a car, but he hated those tine cans, and he would have had to drive through nearly the whole city to get here and he wanted no followers and few eyes to see him, so he did what he usually did and flew. The building was now beneath him and he thought about just dropping from the sky like he did at Penbrook but that might be a little ostentatious plus considering the surprise attacks and ensuing slaughter these western demons had recently suffered, coming in hard and fast could be misconstrued as an attack, so instead he took his approach slow and steady, giving those in the compound below plenty of time to see him and assess that he was not a threat, wel,l not coming to attack anyway.

He banked his wings and alighted before the imposing gates of the Block. According to his contacts this was the headquarters of the ex-oligarch demon Chtahzus'aak. If the demons still had a representative in the city Saraekiel figured it would most likely be this one.

He flicked his gaze over the spiked walls, the gate and the shadows, and smiled wryly. Coming here was most likely pointless on his part, as Demons and Angels had a long and bitter history with no love lost between their two races, so he assumed he would most likely be told to leave. but that ancient war had nothing to do with him or the here and now. It had been the demons Jake slaughtered to claim the West and so he had come to see if he could do anything to help; plus, Saraekiel  very much doubted they intended to just lay down and take it and he would offer help there too, if it was wanted.

“My name is Saraekiel” He said respectivly to the shadows as he stepped up to the gate “ and I would like to speak with Chtahzus'aak, if I may?” He lifted his head up and looked directly into the camera that was pinned on him. “ and no I don’t have an appointment, nor am I expected.”