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[devoshka]

This RP has moved to a new location. Find us at Vampire; the Masquerade - Bloodlines (http://vtmbloodlinesrpg.proboards.com/), and please don't hesitate to join!
New players are always welcome. :)





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Welcome to Los Angeles, home of the Camarilla made up of 7 clans of Vampires and is the largest organization of vampires.

They consist of:
Brujah
Malkavian
Nosferatu
Toreador
Tremere
Ventrue
Gangrel


Camarilla policy is that vampires should try to fit in with and hide from the rest of humanity, as to easily feed on them. For this reason, they created a web of lies and misinformation, called the Masquerade, to make the public believe that supernatural beings like vampires could not possibly exist.

The Camarilla also believes that the only way the vampire species can survive in these modern nights is if it unites - any breach of the Masquerade by any vampire risks exposing the entire race. Any vampire that breaks the Masquerade will have to clean up the mess or face severe punishment.

The Camarilla consider it their duty to protect humans and NEVER advocate killing to feed.

Each larger city has a vampire Prince; a leader that sees to it that the vampires there abide by Camarilla law. If planning to go to war with another clan, or to simply Embrace a human, you’ll need the Prince’s permission to do so.

This brings us to what actually kills a vampire;
Sunlight, fire, decapitation, being completely drained of blood.
Staking isn’t lethal to a vampire, but it will temporarily stun them.
Holy water will burn their skin, but it won’t kill them (unless, of course, they go swimming in it).



Rules:
1. Abide by the forum's rules
2. Have fun and don't make catty comments (unless that's your character)
3. No powerplaying/godmodding, try to respect each other's character.
4. No killing another without having permission from the other, even if it means planning the scene in PMs.
5. When in doubt of putting another person into a situation, PM them first!
6. IF for any reason you are not able to continue the RP, PM either Atropa or I to let us know! You MUST write an RP where you wrap things up so as not to leave others hanging.
7. May only use 3 disciplines per night.




Application for Vampires:

1. What clan you belong to:

Name:

Age (based on these:
-Neonate(s): Just Embraced vamps. They keep this name until they're about 100-200 years old.
-Ancilla(e): Vampires between cca 200 and 350, 400 years.
-Elder(s): Vampires over 400 years
-Methuselah(s): these are very rare. Vampires over a thousand years old)

Disciplines: (which you have and what level (rules and descriptions are in following post))

Short bio:


2. A picture of you (does NOT have to be a sim)



THERE ARE ONLY 5 SPOTS PER CLAN OPEN, BUT IF SOMEONE SHOULD DIE OR BECOME INACTIVE THEN APPS WILL BE REOPENED.




Application for humans:

1. Name:
Willingness to be embraced (if so, by what clan) or a ghoul:
Occupation:
Short bio:

2. A picture of you (does NOT have to be a sim)



FOR NOW THERE ARE NO LIMITS ON THE AMOUNT OF HUMANS, BUT IF THERE SHOULD BE TOO MANY THEN IT WILL BECOME LIMITED.



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1. Vahn Straus (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1022880&postcount=96) - Garnet - Dropped
2. Maude "Tiger" Jaeger (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1021018&postcount=52) - Jacki
3. Cade Vaughn (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1023866&postcount=121) - Jacki --- PRIMOGEN
4.
5.
6.


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1. Victor Calder (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019362&postcount=19) - GJPrentice - Dropped
2. Kestrel Beasseya (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1021147&postcount=53) - Shadowblade
3. Milo Burne Nye (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1022990&postcount=101) - Psyche
4. Mattias Leodel (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1030897&postcount=355) - omarion99
5.
6.


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1. Esther Rosenberg (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1022088&postcount=79) - skylark --- PRIMOGEN
2.
3.
4.
5.


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1. Valerian (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019254&postcount=5) - Atropa
2. Jessica (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019293&postcount=12) - ElektraNatchios33 --- PRIMOGEN
3. Vevila van Roemer (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019567&postcount=35) - trampledsneakers
4. Destiny (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019401&postcount=23) - SwiftSign - Dropped
5. Viorica Sergiu (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019436&postcount=24) - Pandaness - Dropped
6. Carissa Vesilli (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1042741&postcount=571) - XsnowdropX
7. Loyena Verdusbea (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1050757&postcount=705) - msp_teen


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1. Mina Coles (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019260&postcount=6) - veldagia --- PRIMOGEN
2. Mihael Volckar (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019454&postcount=25) - cherryp3
3. Spirit Ambrose (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1020229&postcount=47)- Kakashi_Hatake - Dropped
4. Carmilla Le Fanu (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1021396&postcount=61) - Psyche
5. Ada Von Vita (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1023302&postcount=107) - PennytheCorgi - on hiatus
6. Gemma Rowan (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1031110&postcount=359) - -Isley-


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Damian Alexander (III) - Atropa --- THE PRINCE (see post 4 (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019180&postcount=4))
1. Catherine Destin (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019271&postcount=8) - GeeWayrocks - Dropped
2. Adela De Silva (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019689&postcount=41) - Spoonerism - Dropped
3. Beyonca (Bee) (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1024265&postcount=140) - innoscenteyes
4. Andre DeLucian (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1039831&postcount=488) - PennyTheCorgi
5.
6.
7.


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1. Tobias Carstens (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1027069&postcount=299) - Herald - Dropped
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.


Humans (image coming later ;))

1. Jaden Wright (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1021505&postcount=62) - devoshka
2. Edward Summers (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1021571&postcount=64) - SapphirexClaws
3. Michael Hidenburg (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1023253&postcount=104) - cherryp3
4. Alric Kasimir Reinard (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1023310&postcount=111) - trampledsneakers
5. Lydia Jamison (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1023909&postcount=124) - GeeWayRocks - Dropped
6. Sarah Chamberlain (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1023326&postcount=112) - ElektraNatchios33
7. Zillah (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1023456&postcount=114) - veldagia
8. Ciara "CJ" January (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1025066&postcount=202) - skylark
9. Aella Hithe (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1038832&postcount=464) - -Isley-
10. Kira McCree (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1042306&postcount=542) - innoscenteyes
11.






Atropa and I are co-hosting this RP, so if you have any questions please feel free to PM either her or I :D




INSPIRED and FREELY adapted from the game Vampire The Masquerade-Bloodlines

Vampire the Masquerade is a registered trademark

Ok here are some links for you who aren't familiar with the game....

http://www.white-wolf.com/Games/Pages/VampireRevised/pages/camarilla.html

You DON'T need to know this game in order to RP, it serves as a basis and idea for this RP that is all.

*information compiled from several different sources*

[devoshka]

The clans are as follows:

Brujah

The Brujah can trace their roots back to ancient Babylon, and the clay tablets of the first scholars. They were the lovers
and guardians of knowledge, and the founder of their line was the inventor of written language. However, in their quest for
freedom, they slew their founder and were banished from the first city. Today, the Brujah are scorned as riffraff who have
lost their heritage and are without pride. For over a millennium they have been rebels among the Kindred, forever questioning
and testing the Traditions. are the brutish, overly physical clan. They believe that might makes right, and have little patience
for those that choose not to act. They are seen as anarchistic rabble by the Camarilla. The rest of the vampire community rarely
cooperates with them, since they always seem to counter existing authorities. This clan chiefly depends on their body and physical strengths,
using blood to enhance their movement and combat abilities.

The clan is very poorly organised; its members meet only irregularly, and share little in common besides their love of rebellion. They are among the supports of the anarchs, and aiding them is one of the only matters upon which they ever agree. They are often underestimated, as much by themselves as anyone.


Gangrel

Clan Gangrel is said to be the only clan whose founder is still involved in and concerned with the welfare of her progeny. Her concern for them is matched only by her concern for mortal descendants - the Gypsies. Though many Antediluvians use their progeny as pawns in the Jyhad, the Gangrel pride themselves on their freedom from such manipulation. There is a close bond between the clan and the Gypsies. In recent years, as Gehenna approaches, their interaction has been considerable.

Born in the wild, this is a rather interesting sample of vampire species. More feral than other clans, they exist on the fringe of civilization. Since they have such a deep connection with nature, they are able to communicate with some types of animals. As they enhance their special animal-like abilities they become less and less... err... friendly.


Malkavian

The history of the Malkavian clan is completely shrouded in the past. The Malkavians themselves have many tales about their origin, but do not believe most of them. A favored legend among the kindred is that the founder of the house was cursed by Caine, and his descendants have lived with the madness since. The Malkavians have always existed on the periphery of the vampire culture, watching, but never truly involving themselves in it. Long ago, before the curse and the madness, the founder was said to be the greatest among third generation. Now it is his madness that keep the weakest of those involved in the Jyhad "alive".

Extremely unpredictable and dangerous vampires. Blood drives them completely mad, but also grants them extraordinary powers that make them stand out among other vampires. Their chief abilities include seeing things most vampires cannot, manipulating the will of others, etc.


Nosferatu

It is the unfortunate plight of the members of this clan to display the beast within their hearts upon their countenances. Though their founder was known for his rabid predilections and monstrous impulses, the Nosferatu of today are known for being cool-headed. Though they tend to choose only the most depraved individuals as progeny, some how the members of this clan seem to retain their sanity better than most vampires. Their hideous appearance makes them quite unpopular and completely unable to exist in civilization. They look more like monsters than men (for an idea of their appearance, check out the classic film of the same name), they are endowed with a unique ability to conceal themselves from sight (called Obfuscation), which makes them formidable spies and ambushers.

The founder is said to have been a man of regal visage who incurred the wrath of Caine for his barbaric activities and was thereby cursed with the face of a hag. The savagery of his soul is reflected upon his face and that of all his progeny.


Of course, many clans have legends in which an all-powerful Caine curses their founder just as God cursed Caine. It is not likely that all of these stories are true, but some, such as this, might be. Presently, the Nosferatu clan is estranged from their founder, and do not serve him - at least to their knowledge.


Toreador

Throughout history, the Toreador have been involved in the arts. This tradition is said to have begun with the first progeny of the founder, a pair of beautiful and artistically gifted twins. Their sire was a leader of the cabal of third generation vampires who slew their own sires. Though ruthless, he was very doting upon his progeny, proffering them far more independence than any other fourth generation vampires were given. They used their freedom to nurture the full panorama of the arts, and their sire protected them throughout war and famine. To this day, the Toreador claim that they are watched over by Arikel, their founder. Though the Toreador are not as formally organised as some other clans, they are furiously loyal to one another and to the art they claim to serve.

Debutantes to the end, these vampires are inspired by things of great beauty. A Toreador’s senses are vastly enhanced to see beauty in the most unlikely of places, and they can use this skill (Auspex) to find their way out of seemingly impossible situations. They also have the ability to enchant and charm others (Presence). But, being so sensitive, they are drawn to any beautiful thing and can become completely captivated by it -even at the most inopportune moments.


Tremere

The Tremere are unique and no other clan has a history as rich, yet short, as theirs. Long ago, there were others of their line who were not warlocks, nor did the clan have mastery over the discipline of Thaumaturgy. Less than 1,000 years ago, a metamorphosis occurred. Deep in the Romanian mountains, in the district known as Transylvania, a group of magi from the ancient order were Embraced by a foolish clan leader. Combining their new powers with their ancient lore, the magi were quickly able to assume control of the clan. They Embraced many others from their arcane order, and drank the blood of all the elders of their clan. It is even hinted that the most powerful among them managed to hunt down and slay the founder of the line. The Tremere have adopted the most rigid hierarchical system among the clans, and this has allowed them to achieve great power within Kindred society. The other clans distrust the Tremere, both out of fear and a sense that something is not quite right with them. The political center of the Tremere is in Vienna.

A malevolent bunch which seem more like sorcerers than anything else. Their powerful ancestry has bestowed great magical powers to the Tremere, passed down from untold generations. Their unique blood type grants them heightened senses, and the ability to force their will on their victims.


Ventrue

The Ventrue suspect that their founder has been slain by one of the Brujah clan. Though this is a blow to their pride, it has given them some distance and protection from the chaos and strife of the Jyhad. Without the intrigue and demands of a god-like founder, the Ventrue have acheived a remarkable independence from the Antediluvians. They do not know how much truth is contained in this legend, but it is nonetheless one of the basic tenets of their clan, no matter how much other Kindred scoff at it. If there is an elite class of vampire, the Ventrue would be the closest thing to it. The Ventrue are the political powerhouses of the Camarilla, and as such, most cities are governed by Ventrue princes. They are a balanced clan that relies equally on physical strength and the power of the mind.

Much of the respect accorded to the Ventrue is due to the independence they are perceived to have from the Antediluvians. It is out of pride for this respect they are given that they conceal their persecution of the Brujah clan. More princes and Justicars come from the Ventrue clan than from any other; they are clearly leaders of the Camarilla. The Ventrue have regular clan meetings in various parts of the world, including a Grand Council in London every seven years.






Just an idea of what a vamp COULD look like from a certain clan...but really it's your interpretation!

Toreador - generally more than average pretty. Think sexy, seductive, enticing. They are usually up to date with the respective age's fashion trends (and indeed, among the only clan who bothers with such things). They're basically the fashionistas of the vampire world.

Tremere - no real clear stereotype...they're usually scholars, dressed in austere clothes. they don't much care for flashy things. I would imagine a Tremere woman as wearing a pencil dress with a tweed jacket, hair in a bun and with glasses. For example.

Brujah - think punk, or bike riders. Tatty, worn clothes, leather, jeans, anything that screams "I'm a rebel and don't give a ...." Usually with an attitude to match

Ventrue - well they're the upper class, and they were in their mortal days too. In the past, new progeny were chosen from the ranks of nobles, royalty and so on. Nowadays, from CEOs of companies and the like. They like the finest and most elegant clothes, though not necessarily fashionable. Many of them like to keep the style of their own mortal days in the way they dress. Males would wear impeccable suits, hair short and perfectly styled, women in either business suits, or elegant gowns for social meetings, fine jewelry, all in good taste. They're snotty as hell, and like to think it is their duty to lead the vampire society

Gangrel - well they're the wildest of all clans. Most of them don't have a residence at all, they like to roam forests and pastures and sleep in the earth. They'd almost always be dirty, with matted hair, ripped clothes, feral. They're also the clan closest to the Beast (the predator in each vampire) -they have an uncommonly close relationship with animals, and many of them have a certain animal-look about them too, whether claws, or cat-like eyes,
or very sharp teeth and so on.

Nosferatu - it'll be tricky to recreate them. The Embrace leaves them deformed and unrecognizable - scabby skin, puss-filled sores, bald heads, bat like ears, discolorations of the skin, lopsided fang-filled maws and the like. In one word, very ugly. They live in sewers, crypts etc so they usually smell as good as they look

Malkavian - it's incredibly difficult to stereotype them. All of the members of this clan have a mental disorder, but that's not so easy to spot. For example, a raving lunatic in bunny slippers could be a Malkavian - but so would an apparently respectable doctor a la Hannibal Lecter...so it's really up to you.

[AtropaMandragora]

WHAT IS A VAMPIRE?

Vampires are undead beings, meaning their bodies do not function like that of a human;

* They don't breathe, but they can mimic it. Some have even made a habit out of feigning it while among mortals, as it's a way to uphold the Masquerade. However, they can still speak and smell. (Don't ask me how that's possible, because I don't know. *s*)

* They don't have heartbeats

* Male vampires CAN, shall we say, show the signs of excitement, but not due to physical or mental stimulation, but by willing blood to the relevant area. Though few see the point, as Kindred no longer have a sex drive per se. Blood is usually the only objects of their desire.

* They can cry, but as blood is supposedly the only fluid in their system, the tears will be blood.

* They still feel physical pain.

* They do have reflections.

* Fangs; Their canines are long and pointed, and extremely sharp, but only fully extended while feeding, being at other times withdrawn into their sockets by the contraction of a flexible tissue at their base. However, some Nosferatu lack the means to withdraw their teeth, due to their disformed state.

* Feeding; the only thing a vampire craves as far as feeding is concerned, is blood. They can feed on humans or animals, although feeding on the latter is frowned upon by "polite Kindred society". Feeding should occur about once every night, unless they use their disciplines alot (using disciplines costs blood) or get seriously injured, in which case a higher blood level helps them heal faster. To feed, a vampire only needs to bite, retract the teeth from the wound and begin to drink. Once they're done, if they lick the wound it will heal, leaving no trace of the feeding. The victim will experience a feeling of ecstasy during the feeding. Afterwards they won't remember much of the incident, unless they actually know what has just happened (as would be the case with most blood dolls).
However, the Ventrue are a bit different from other clans when it comes to feeding. They cannot feed on the blood of bums, prostitutes, or any other being on "society's bottom", as it will cause them to vomit. Being the snobs they are, they require "higher quality" blood. Some have even developed a taste for one specific kind of blood (for instance, scholars or aristocrats, etc), and thus cannot drink any other kind of blood.
Kindred also usually don't kill when they feed. They take only what blood they need, and that's it. Killing is frowned upon, as it endangers the Masquerade by leaving corpses drained of blood for the police to investigate.

* Clans; whatever clan your Sire is, that is the clan you'll be. It's in the blood. If a Brujah embraces you, you're a Brujah for the rest of your unnatural unlife. Think of it as ethnicity; it you're born caucasian, there's no changing it.

* They can not digest food or drink, simply because their bodies are dead and cannot process it. If they eat or drink, they will vomit.

* Regeneration; Kindred can use the blood upon wich they've fed to heal themselves. Kindred are able to regenerate whole limbs and organs, given time and need. Regeneration always restores the vampire to the physical state he/she possessed when Embraced. This includes hair length, face shape, body weight, etc. When the body is injured or otherwise changed, it will reform in the same mold over and over again.
Regenerating/Healing in public is considered a Masquerade violation.

* As stated above, hair length cannot be permanently changed. It will never grow longer, but a vampire can cut his/her hair and have it stay that way during the entire night. When they go to sleep, the hair will regenerate. The same goes for piercings; if they get something pierced, and take out the ring/stud/whatever, the flesh/skin will regenerate within minutes.

* Final death; Kindred aren't completely immortal. They can die, and when they do, nothing will remain of their body but ash. This is called the Final Death.
What kills a vampire is the following;
- Being exposed to the sun for more than but a few seconds. The sun will burn their skin, and if they retreat back into the shadows in time, they will heal.
- Holy water; works much like sunlight. However, it won't really kill unless you decide to go swimming in it.
- Fire; works the same way as with humans.
- Decapitation; works the same way as with humans.
- Being completely drained of blood.
Wooden stakes will NOT kill a vampire. It will just paralyze them for a few moments, provided that they are staked in the heart.






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DISCIPLINES:

Don't be scared off by the following post. It's merely here as a reference, and for you to see what disciplines are available to the clan of your choice. We do NOT expect you to read and learn every single word, although we recommend that you do read the first part. ;)
And if you don't want to use disciplines, you don't have to. They're merely here because people seemed interested in them in the contest RP.

If you have any questions, fire away. It's difficult to cover it all, and there might be aspects we haven't even thought of.

And if you just want the gist, here's a list of the clans and what disciplines they have:

Brujah: Celerity, Potence, Presence
Gangrel: Animalism, Fortitude, Protean
Malkavian: Auspex, Dementation, Obfuscate
Nosferatu: Animalism, Obfuscate, Potence
Toreador: Auspex, Celerity, Presence
Tremere: Auspex, Dominate, Thaumaturgy
Ventrue: Dominate, Fortitude, Presence


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DISCIPLINES:

Disciplines are supernatural powers granted by the Embrace. The origins of these powers are unknown, but some speculate they are gifts from Caine, the father of all vampires himself.
There are two types; passive and targeted.

Passive disciplines target your own character, and affect their perception and their skills. They last for a certain amount of time depending on the caster's level of expertise, but can be broken in advance by the caster him-/herself. Your character will automatically cast the highest level of any passive discipline they have.
The passive disciplines are; Auspex, Celerity, Fortitude, Obfuscate, Potence, Presence and Protean.

Targeted disciplines require your character to select a target on which to cast the spell; friend or foe, or even yourself. They can either harm or strengthen the target. You will also have to select what level to use, as each level represents a different "spell".
The targeted disciplines are; Animalism, Dementation, Dominate and Thaumaturgy.

What disciplines you have/can learn depends on what clan you are. Each clan has 3 disciplines they specialise in, and each discipline has 5 levels.

What levels you have access to depends on the age of your vampires. Neonates don't have access to any levels higher than 2, Ancillae can reach level 4, and only Elders and Methuselas can wield a level 5.
For the sake of 'realism' though, feel free to not have reached the highest level possible for your age, in every discipline you have.

Also, it is important that you are careful using disciplines, as some result in an obvious display of supernatural powers, and using them where the Masquerade is in effect (meaning in public or around mortals) will be considered a Masquerade violation, as it breaks the Masquerade. Other disciplines are subtle enough to use around mortals, as casting them will not be visible to the naked eye.
However, no disciplines are to be used while in an Elysium.

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LIST OF DISCIPLINES;

* ANIMALISM:

Type: Targeted
Clans: Gangrel and Nosferatu

This set of powers allows the Kindred to use the Beast within to contact and manipulate nearby animals. At the Kindred's bidding, these animals act as weapons against the Kindred's enemy.

Level 1: Nightwisp Ravens
Targets: Single
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: Upon activation, a flock of black ravens swarm the target and prevents him/her from taking any actions. After a short amount of time, the flock dissipates. Any actions taken against the target will dissipate the flock immediately.

Level 2: Burrowing Beetle
Targets: Single
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: When called, a single beetle flies at the target and burrows deep into his/her body, causing damage to the target.

Level 3: Spectral Wolf
Targets: Single
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: Creating a dust cloud at the feet of the target, a spectral wolf appears and mauls the victim. Once the wolf has completed it's task, it returns to the mist from which it came.

Level 4: Blodsucker's Communion
Targets: Single
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: From the darkness, several ghostly bats descend on the victim. Bursting in and out of the victim, the bats drain the target of his her blood. When the bats are satiated, they travel to the caster to deliver the blood removed from the target.

Level 5: Pestilence
Targets: Multiple
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: Like a Biblical plague, insects swarm and targets within the line of sight of your character. The lucky ones will be able to fend off the ravenous swarms, while others will be killed as their flesh is eaten from their bones.


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* AUSPEX:

Type: Passive
Clans: Malkavian, Toreador and Tremere

This Discipline allows a vampire to see auras of those nearby. In addition to seeing auras, you'll recieve stat boosts and heightened senses. The auras are different colors depending on the mood of the target relative to the player - white represents neutral, red means the target is hostile, and blue means the target is scared. (Also, supernatural creatures (Kindred) have auras different from normal humans. Kindred auras are represented by a black smokey cloud.)

Level 1
Targets: N/A
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Reveals the auras of the living and undead within a short distance. Lasts 20 seconds.

Level 2
Targets: N/A
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Reveals the auras of all living and undead within a modest distance. Lasts 24 seconds.

Level 3
Targets: N/A
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Reveals the auras of all living and undead within a large distance. Lasts 28 seconds.

Level 4
Targets: N/A
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Reveals the auras of all living and undead within a great distance. Lasts 32 seconds.

Level 5
Targets: N/A
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Reveals the auras of all living and undead within a tremendous distance. Lasts 36 seconds.


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* CELERITY

Type: Passive
Clans: Brujah and Toreador

This Discipline allows the Kindred to move at extraordinary speeds. With Celerity activated, a Kindred can close 50 yards within a few seconds and throw some devastating blows before a target can even react.

Level 1
Targets: N/A
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Increases speed a little bit. Lasts 14 seconds.

Level 2
Targets: N/A
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: Increases speed a bit. Lasts 14 seconds.

Level 3
Targets: N/A
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: Increases speed quite a bit. Lasts 14 seconds.

Level 4
Targets: N/A
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: Increases speed alot. Lasts 14 seconds.

Level 5
Targets: N/A
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: Greatly increases speed. Lasts 14 seconds.


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* DEMENTATION

Type: Targeted
Clans: Malkavian

Cursed with insanity, Dementation is the special power of the Malkavians to channel their madness and force it into the minds of those around them.

Level 1: Hysteria
Targets: Single
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Drawing forth maddening humor from deep inside, this causes the target to become incapacitated with laughter. Taking any action against the hysterical target will cause him/her to return to his/her senses.

Level 2: Mass Hallucination
Targets: Any within radius of caster.
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Spreading forth the insanity from the vampire's mind, Mass Hallucination causes anyone nearby to suffer mild hallucinations and dulled fighting skills.

Level 3: Vision of Death
Targets: Single
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: This level causes the target to imagine his/her greatest fear. The terror is so real, the target collapses and dies from the stress or shock to his/her system. This may have a lesser effect on supernatural creatures.

Level 4: Berserk
Targets: Single
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Similar to the frenzy experienced by the Kindred, this level causes the target to go mad and enter a bloodthirsty frenzy. Attacking any allies around him/her, the target will continue to fight until he/she is killed. This may have a lesser effect on supernatural creatures.

Level 5: Bedlam
Targets: Any within radius of targeted creature.
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Washing over the target, this level causes him/her and those around to suffer from one of the previous levels of Dementation.


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* DOMINATE

Type: Targeted
Clans: Tremere and Ventrue

With the superior strength of the vampiric mind, Kindred with the power of Dominate can control minds of the weaker Kine and even some Kindred.

Level 1: Trance
Targets: Single
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: This causes the target to fall into a deep trance. Taking any action against the target causes him/her to return to his/her senses.

Level 2: Brainwipe
Targets: Any within radius of caster
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Everyone within a small radius will think you have disappeared. The effect wears off after 5 seconds.

Level 3: Suicide
Targets: Single
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: This causes the target to suffer a fatal fit. This may have a lesser effect on supernatural creatures.

Level 4: Possession
Targets: Single
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: The target will desperately attack anyone who means you any harm, until the target eventually dies of cardiac arrest. This may have a lesser effect on supernatural creatures.

Level 5: Mass Suicide
Targets: Any within radius of target
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Washing over the target, this level causes him/her and anyone around them to suffer a fatal episode. This may have a lesser effect on supernatural creatures.


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* FORTITUDE

Type: Passive
Clans: Gangrel and Ventrue

While being undead automatically gives Kindred a natural toughness, the Discipline of Fortitude increases their ability to withstand blows.

Level 1
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Increases the amount of damage you can withstand a little bit. Lasts 25 seconds.

Level 2
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Increases the amount of damage you can withstand a bit. Lasts 25 seconds.

Level 3
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Increases the amount of damage you can withstand quite a bit. Lasts 25 seconds.

Level 4
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Increases the amount of damage you can withstand alot. Lasts 25 seconds.

Level 5
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Greatly increases the amount of damage you can withstand. Lasts 25 seconds.


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* OBFUSCATE

Type: Passive
Clans: Malkavian and Nosferatu

Obfuscate is the power to make one's physical self disappear, wether this is in the dark shadows of an alley or under the bright lights of a spotlight. Those who use Obfuscate can hide from anyone, including creatures standing just a few feet away. At all levels, if the caster is lurking (i.e. not moving or performing any actions), he/she can stay invisible indefinitely. Obfuscate can not be activated if someone is looking at the caster.

Level 1: Hide
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: The caster can turn and look around, stand and crouch to remain invisible. If any other actions are performed, Obfuscate will be broken. Lasts 18 seconds.

Level 2: Limited Invisibility
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: The caster can move while crouched. Any other actions, such as interacting with the enviroment, combat, moving while standing or bumping into someone will break Obfuscate. Lasts 20 seconds.

Level 3: Hidden Killer
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: The caster can move while crouched and perform stealth skills as long as he/she does not touch anyone. Any other actions, such as interacting with the enviroment, overt combat, moving while standing or bumping into someone will break Obfuscate. Lasts 22 seconds.

Level 4: Advanced Invisibility
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: The caster can perform all movement, both crouched and standing, and perform stealth skills as long as the caster does not touch anyone. Any other actions, such as interacting with the enviroment, overt combat or bumping into someone will break Obfuscate. Lasts 24 seconds.

Level 5: Unseen Force
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: The caster can move freely and interact with the enviroment (i.e. pick things up, open doors, etc). Any actions, including bumping into someone and combat actions, will break Obfuscate. Lasts 26 seconds.


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* POTENCE

Type: Passive
Clans: Brujah and Nosferatu

Potence is the ability of Kindred to increase their strength to unnatural levels. A Kindred with Potence activated can bend steel pipes as if they were rubber.

Level 1
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Adds a little bit of strength to any attack made by the caster. Lasts 25 seconds.

Level 2
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Adds a bit of strength to any attack made by the caster. Lasts 25 seconds.

Level 3
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Adds quite a bit of strength to any attack made by the caster. Lasts 25 seconds.

Level 4
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Adds a lot of strength to any attack made by the caster. Lasts 25 seconds.

Level 5
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Adds a great deal of strength to any attack made by the caster. Lasts 25 seconds.


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* PRESENCE

Type: Passive
Clans: Brujah, Toreador and Ventrue

A Kindred with the power of Presence can instill dread and cowering fear. Presence can make enemies tremble or even stun them into submission.

Level 1
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Any targets caught within a tiny radius of the caster become dazed and suffer a decrease in strength, wits and attack. Lasts 16 seconds.

Level 2
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Any targets caught within a large radius of the caster have a tiny chance to become mesmerized. If the target is mesmerized, he/she will be unable to move or fight unless damaged by the caster. If not mesmerized, the target will be dazed and suffer a decrease in strength, wits and attack. Lasts 16 seconds.

Level 3
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Any targets caught within a large radius of the caster have a small chance to become mesmerized. If the target is mesmerized, he/she will be unable to move or fight unless damaged by the caster. If not mesmerized, the target will be dazed and suffer a decrease in strength, wits and attack. Lasts 16 seconds.

Level 4
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Any targets caught within a large radius of the caster have a chance to become mesmerized. If the target is mesmerized, he/she will be unable to move or fight unless damaged by the caster. If not mesmerized, the target will be dazed and suffer a decrease in strength, wits and attack. Lasts 16 seconds.

Level 5
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: No
Description: Any targets caught within a large radius of the caster have a large chance to become mesmerized. If the target is mesmerized, he/she will be unable to move or fight unless damaged by the caster. If not mesmerized, the target will be dazed and suffer a decrease in strength, wits and attack. Lasts 16 seconds.


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* PROTEAN

Type: Passive
Clans: Gangrel

Available only to the Gangrel clan, the power of Protean allows the Kindred to manipulate his/her physical form. While some of the manpulations are quite subtle, other manipulations transform the Gangrel into a bestial form.

Level 1: Gleam of Red Eyes
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: See description
Description: Turning the Gangrel's eyes a glowing reddish color, this level gives a tiny bonus to wits and the ability to see in the dark. At point blank range, Kine will notice th change in eye color, which causes a Masquerade violation. Lasts 25 seconds.

Level 2: Feral Claws
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: See description
Description: Changing hands into claws, this level allows the Gangrel to deal damage to any enemies he/she encounters. At a medium distance, Kine will notice the claws, which causes a Masqurade violation. Lasts 25 seconds.

Level 3: Will of the Wolf
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: See description
Description: When this level is activated, the Gangrel gains a bit more stamina. At medium range, this level causes a Masquerade violation. Lasts 25 seconds.

Level 4: Hunter of Night
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: See description
Description: Further transforming the Gangrel into a bestial form, the vampire's claws damage is increased, as is the Gangrel's strength. The Masquerade is violated if any Kie sees the Gangrel at long range. Lasts 25 seconds.

Level 5: War Form
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: At the highest level, the Gangrel is transformed into his/her war form. He/She gains increased claw damage at this level. Lasts 25 seconds.


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* THAUMATURGY

Type: Targeted
Clans: Tremere

Guarded closely by the Tremere, Thaumaturgy is the blood magic that is the basis of their magical arts. Using the power of their own Vitae, the Tremere can manipulate the target's blood for some devastating results.

Level 1: Blood Strike
Targets: Single
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: Firing a blood red projectile, this shot will strike the target. If the caster remains still and the target lives, the blood strike will return to the caster with stolen blood from the target.

Level 2: Purge
Targets: All within a small radius
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: Causing those around the Tremere to become violently ill, the affected targets begin to vomit blood. Damaging to both human and supernatural foes, Purge is quite useful in stopping a swarming group of enemies.

Level 3: Blood Shield
Targets: Self
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: The Blood Shield envelopes the Tremere vampire in a magical barrier that protects the vampire from a portion of any damage inflicted. After absorbing enough damage, the shild dissipates.

Level 4: Blood Salvo
Targets: Any within a cone of the caster's reticule
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: While Blood Strike affects a single target, Blood Salvo fires projectiles at any target within the cone of the vampire's view. Like Blood Strike, the blood will return and provide blood to the Tremere vampire

Level 5: Blood Boil
Targets: Single/Area of Effect
Breaks Masquerade: Yes
Description: This devestating attack causes the blood in the target to heat up and explode like a bomb. Anyone caught within the explosion will suffer damage from the heat and force of the blast.

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GLOSSARY:

Antediluvian:
According to legends of the Kindred, antediluvians are the vampires of the Third Generation. Supposedly they were created by Caine's first childer, Enoch, Irad & Zillah. Legend holds there to be thirteen of them, and their sins are those to blame for God causing the Great Deluge.
From each of these vampires come the twelve original clans of Vampire: Assamites, Brujah, Cappadocian, Followers of Set, Gangrel, Malkavian, Nosferatu, Ravnos, Salubri, Toreador, Tzimisce & Ventrue. It is believed among the game's mythologies that each clan's weaknesses comes from a curse Caine set upon the Antediluvian Founders of the clan.

Beast, the:
The inchoate drives and urges that threaten to turn a vampire into a mindless, raving monster.
When a person is Embraced, his human soul is stripped away and replaced (or at least burdened) with a primal nature called the Beast. The urge to feed on living blood and the lusts of the vampiric soul are fuelled by this new soul. If not properly controlled, it can put the vampire in a frenzy that makes him loose control of his actions and attack the first person (be it friend or foe) close enough to sate his thirst for blood, which is what draws out the Beast in the first place.
Thus, always be careful not to let the Hunger grow too strong.

Blood bond:Blood bond
A blood bond is a supernatural link of fidelity and dependency of one vampire (the thrall) on another one (the regnant), created and maintained by the repeated consumption of the regnant's blood. In many vampire societies, the blood bond is a powerful weapon for vampire leaders who wish to be assured of their subjects' loyalty.
Someone becomes involved in a blood bond by drinking the vitae of the same Cainite on several occasions not excessively spaced in time. After the first sip of blood, the thrall begins to develop strong feelings for the regent, whether love or hate, though they are still free to act as they choose. Those in a one-drink bond may unconsciously seek out the regent, seemingly accidentaly running into them on a frequent basis.
After the second sip, the regent becomes a very important person to the thrall, who may go out of their way to seek the regent's attention or please them. It becomes difficult for the thrall to do anything that would harm the regent, and the regent likewise finds it easier to convince the thrall of things. Though the thrall's craving for the regent's blood increases, they still retain their free-will.
After the third sip, the blood bond is complete. The thrall is now subject to the regent completely and loves them as much as they are capable of loving anyone. The regent is the most important person in the thrall's life and takes priority over all else; sufficiently weak-willed individuals will commit any act the regent asks of them. Furthermore, the regent may command the thrall with Dominate via voice alone. It may still be possible for the thrall to act against the regent, but only temporarily and after an extreme effort of will."

Blood doll:
A mortal who freely gives her blood to a vampire. Most blood dolls gain perverse satisfaction from the Kiss, and actively seek out vampires who will take their vitae. This word is considered slang, and is most commonly used by younger Kindred.

Blood hunt:
The persecution of a vampire by the rest of the vampiric society in order to kill him.
The blood hunt must be officially declared by the local Prince. Once the order is given, it is customary to allow the vampire to flee the city. This mercy is extended until midnight, after which any vampire is free to hunt down and destroy the persecuted subject. On occasion, a reward might be offered to the one who delivers or kills the victim.
Any vampire who helps the subject of a blood hunt in any way is considered an accomplice and may himself become an additional target.
In some cases it is traditional to let the victim's Sire perform the execution.

Caine:
The first of our kind was Caine. Caine - the First Man born of Man. Caine - who had slain his brother and was cast from humankind. Caine - who was cursed with eternal life and with terrible lust for Blood. It is said that he wandered alone in sorrow for many years. In time, however, his loneliness consumed him and he made others like himself. His childer created childer, and these childer created childer, until there existed 13 vampiric Clans. Each of these damned souls bore the curse of Caine, but for every generation they were removed from the first one, their strength was lessened.

Cainite:
Another word for vampire.

Camarilla:
The largest sect of vampires in existence, the Camarilla concerns itself with the Masquerade, thereby hoping to maintain a place for Kindred in the modern nights. The Camarilla is an open society; it claims all vampires as members (whether they want to belong or not), and any vampire may claim membership.
Though the Camarilla is the largest sect, just over half of the 13 known vampire clans actively participate in its affairs. hese clans are; Brujah, Gangrel, Malkavian, Nosferatu, Torerador, Tremere, Ventrue.
Officially, the Camarilla does not recognize the existence of the Antediluvians or Caine. It reasons that these vampires, if they ever existed at all, have long since suffered the Final Death, and those who allude to them are publicly derided.

Childe:
A vampire created through the Embrace - the childe is the progeny of her Sire. This term is often used derogatorily, indicating inexperience. Plural is childer.

Domitor:
A ghoul's master; one who feeds him blood and issues him commands.

Donor:
A sarcastic term for a vessel, typically human. This word is considered slang, and is most commonly used by younger Kindred.

Embrace, the:
The act of transforming a mortal into a vampire. The Embrace requires a vampire to drain her victim and then replace that victim's blood with a bit of her own.

Elysium:
An Elysium is a piece of neutral ground where vampires may go to congregate, converse and hash out business deals without fear of violence or exclusion. Every city - at least every Camarilla city - has at least one designated Elysium; larger cities often have several. They're commonly established in opera houses, museums and other locations of culture.
Disciplines can not be used while in an Elysium.

Feeding:
To drink blood from a human, a Kindred, or even an animal. To feed, a vampire only needs to bite, retract the teeth from the wound and begin to drink. Once they're done, if they lick the wound it will heal, leaving no trace of the feeding. The victim will experience a feeling of ecstasy during the feeding. Afterwards they won't remember much of the incident, unless they actually know what has just happened (as would be the case with most blood dolls). See also Kiss, the.

Fledgling:
A young, newely created vampire.

Ghoul:
A ghoul is a being (human or animal) that has become a slave to a vampire and addicted to vampiric blood. Although not so powerful as Kindred, ghouls may use the ingested vitae to become preternaturally strong and resilient. They also cease to age. All of this applies only as long as they are given a sip of Kindred blood on a regular basis.
Most ghouls are fanatically loyal to their masters, for ghouls are just as susceptible to the blood bond as Kindred are.
As the ghoul requires the blood of his domitor to maintain his status, he often has cause to drink repeatedly from the same vampire.

Haven:
A vampire's "home", where she finds sanctuary from the sun.

Hunger, the:
The urge to feed, as with any living creature. For vampires, however, the Hunger replaces all other drives with its own powerful call.

Juicebag:
A contemptuous term for mortals, indicating that their sole use is for sustenance. This word is considered slang, and is most commonly used by younger Kindred.

Kindred:
The race of vampires as a whole, or a single vampire.

Kine:
A somewhat archaic and derogatory term used by the Kindred to refer to mortals. The term 'kindred and kine' refers to all the people of the world.

Kiss, the:
To drink blood, especially from a mortal. The Kiss causes feelings of ecstasy in those who recieve it.

Lick:
A vampire. This word is considered slang, and is most commonly used by younger Kindred.

Masquerade, the:
An organized campaign enforced by the Camarilla to convince people that vampires do not exist. The Masquerade is the cornerstone survival strategy for Kindred; without it, the kine would rise up and exterminate all the undead, as almost happened during the Inquisition.
The basics of the Masquerade are enforced through self-policing and harsh penalties. When a breach occurs, the methods of repairing may vary, but somebody is going to be punished — and while it would be nice for that somebody to be whoever caused the breach in the first place, Princes are known to prefer an early morning dusting over a long thorough search.
Generally, a breach consists of any evidence of vampiric powers: feeding on blood, obvious use of Disciplines, regeneration in plain sight and the like. Certain things (such as ghouls) are considered potential breaches all the time — although in this case, its assumed that the domitor will take necessary steps.
Camarilla vampires are taught to blend in and to cultivate their Humanity in order to make imitating living people easier. However, when something severe happens, the Camarilla usually calls on the Ventrue, who have made Masquerade-patching something of a science. The Ventrue will apply whatever resources are necessary — cash, judicious use of Dominate, machine guns — to make the problem go away.

Primogen:
The Prince's council of clan leaders in a given city; it's ruling body of elders, typically composed of one member from each Camarilla clan present in a city.
The term is both singular and plural, and refers to both individual represetatives and the Primogen council as a whole.
Theoretically, a primogen is the oldest vampire of his clan, and serves as a representative and voice for the clan in city affairs. In the modern era, the officeholder is usually decided within the clan proper by voting, violence or someone higher up giving the orders, rather than simply comparing ages. Primogen traditionally make up a council that is the second most powerful institution in the city after the Princedom. The power of the Primogen varies with the power of the vampires that make it up; in some cities they are a rubberstamp for the prince, in other cities they manage all affairs.

Prince:
A vampire recognized as the leader of a domain (usually a single city) and possessing the authority of an Elder. The term can refer to a Kindred of either sex.
Generally, a Prince is advised by a council of Primogen, and holds authority over unlife and Final Death. This traditionally includes:
* Alloting hunting grounds
* Declaration or revocation of Elysium
* Granting authority to sire new vampires
* Punishment for violating the Masquerade
* Calling a blood hunt

Progeny:
All of a vampire's childer, collectively.

Regeneration:
Regeneration is the vampiric ability to use the blood upon wich they've fed to heal themselves. Kindred are able to regenerate whole limbs and organs, given time and need. Regeneration always restores the vampire to the physical state he/she possessed when Embraced. This includes hair length, face shape, body weight, etc. When the body is injured or otherwise changed, it will reform in the same mold over and over again.
Regenerating/Healing in public is considered a Masquerade violation.

Regnant:
A Kindred who holds a blood bond over another.

Sire:
A vampire's Sire is the person who Embraced them, and is thus the vampire's "parent". There is no distinction between male or female sires.

Sheriff:
A vampire chosen by the Prince to act as his bodyguard, and to enforce his laws in his chosen domain. This includes but is not limited to investigating, interrogating, and concluding the laws which have been broken and deciding whether or not to bring the criminal before the Prince. The Sheriff cares out all sentencing handed down by the Prince. Sheriffs can differ from city to city; some are intelligent, others lack the ability to discover. Most feel they are doing what is best for Kindred society, while some just want the power over others.

Thrall:
A vampire under the effects of a blood bond, having drunk another Kindred's blood.

Vessel:
A source of vitae for sustenance or pleasure, primarily mortal.

Vitae:
A synonym of blood.

Whelp:
A derogatory term for a young Kindred.



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THE PRINCE

As mentioned in the first post, every major city has it's Prince. Los Angeles is no exception. Damian Alexander is a Ventrue elder, and has been the Prince of L.A. for well over two decades now. He will be played by me, and will not be taking up one of the character slots, meaning there are still 5 slots initially open for the Ventrue.

So, without futher ado; ladies and gentlemen, I give to you your Prince, Damian Alexander;

Clan: Ventrue
Name: Damian Alexander (III)
Age: Elder (578 years old, embraced in 1429, at the age of 28)
Disciplines: Dominate (level 5), Fortitude (level 4), Presence (level 5)

Bio: Born during the Hundred Years War, Damian was destined to end up on the battlefield. Being of noble birth he was raised a knight, being taught virtues such as courtesy and manners, cleanliness and religion, along with various battle skills before even hitting puberty.
At the age of 14 he started serving as a squire, aiding a highly respected knight in battle, and outside. He watched and learned, and at the age of 19 was knighted by his master for saving his master's life on the battlefield.
He served the English with vigor, earning himself a reputation for being the epitome of what a knight should be - couragous, just, merciful, and noble - until he one day was fatally wounded during battle. He was taken back to his tent, and in the dead of the night was Embraced by a Ventrue who'd been keeping an eye on him for the last couple of years. The Ventrue had wanted to wait another year or so, but with Damian on his deathbed, they didn't want him to slip through their fingers.
Since then he's spent his time indulging himself in the virtues of the Ventrue, and has thus become a powerful leader and a shrewd business man.

During the mid 1600's, he was lurking around the Spanish court when a young lady, Adele, caught his eye. She was still only a teenager, but already possessed the poise and manners of a queen. He had one of his ghouls, the King's physician, keep an eye on her and keep Damian updated with the on-goings of her life.
Only weeks after first seeing her, Damian had decided she would be granted the Kiss as she was clearly meant to be a Ventrue. However, he also decided to wait a few years, so that she would first reach her full potential.
However, she suddenly fell very ill, and fearing that they would loose her and that he would suffer the wrath of Damian in the process, the doctor quickly sent for the noble Ventrue.
Damian had no choice. If he wanted her, and he did, he had to Embrace her right then and there on her death bed, much like the way he himself had been Embraced.

These days he resides in Los Angeles, and some two decades ago, was elected Prince of the city.
He's still considered just, noble and couragous, but he no longer shows mercy on those who betray him or let him down in any way, and he's been known to plot and manipulate younger Kindred into serving his own needs.
The Ventrue blood has also turned him into somewhat of an arrogant snob, as he, like any Ventrue, considers himself a born leader with the duty to guide and care for the Kindred in his town.
If you're a vampire and you've just arrived in L.A., it is required that you look up the Prince and introduce your presence in his city, as is it expected that if you wish to Embrace someone, wage war against Kindred, or call a blood hunt you should seek his permission before doing so.

You'll be most likely to find him in his penthouse office, in downtown Los Angeles.

Picture:
http://www.vintagestars.com/river/Test2/DamianAlexander1.jpg



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ADDITIONAL INFO

* As each Camarilla clan in every town have their own Primogen (an elder leader of sorts), the positions as Clan Primogen are open. There's one for every clan. The only requirement is that your vampire is an elder, and someone that would be considered suitable by others.
On this, it's first come, first served.
The seven Primogen serve as the Prince's advisory council, as well as his connection with all the Camarilla vampires dwelling in his domain.

The Primogen council right now consists of the following;
Brujah Primogen: NPC
Gangrel Primogen: NPC
Malkavian Primogen: NPC
Nosferatu Primogen: Esther Rosenberg (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1022088&postcount=79)
Toreador Primogen: Jessica (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019293&postcount=12)
Tremere Primogen: Mina Coles (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1019260&postcount=6)
Ventrue Primogen: Archon DeWinter (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1063744&postcount=808)


* The Prince will have a Sheriff (see Glossary above), but as I'm not sure how active the Prince will be, the sheriff will be made an NPC, and thus that position will not be up for grabs, simply because I don't want to tie someone up with a semi-active character. Because, being the Prince's bodyguard pretty much means following him around like a dog.
Should it turn out that the Prince will be more active than I've anticipated, I might consider opening up the position as sheriff.
But for now, picture him being a tall, robust Brujah brute.


* This game will also include hot spots; places such as clubs, restaurants, etc, to provide you with places to go, so that it'll be a bit easier for the characters to meet, instead of having them roam aimlessly around town (unless you choose to).
Feel free to create one yourself, and PM me so that I can add it to the list.



CURRENT HOT SPOTS:

* The Haven: a night club run by Valerian of clan Toreador and Claudia, a Ventrue. It's dark, with a gothic atmosphere, and offers the usual dance floor, but also a stage for live performances. The seconds floor holds a VIP lounge/office, along with Valerian's personal chambers and art studio. This has been branded an Elysium.


* The Museum Hermeticum and Internet Cafe: The upper floors remain traditional to an ancient library filled with enough dusty texts and hidden scrolls to set every scholars heart on fire. The basement has been modernised in silver and ruby with the latest electronic equipment and now houses L.A.'s finest internet café. Enter to research online, keep up with the latest communications or stop by for the richest cup of Italian Mocha you’ll ever taste.
The museum is owned by the Tremere and Mina Coles resides on the top floor. This has been branded an Elysium.


* The Rave Arcade: With an eleven dollar admission fee, the Rave Arcade has become L.A.'s hottest gamer haven. The mood varies throughout the night, earlier hours are blanketed with soft techno sounds that are overridden by the endless drone of the arcade games. Deeper into the night, however, many of the arcade games are shut down and the moshers take their spot in the mosh pit as one of the popular local bands enlisted to play take their stage. The presence of the arcade is controversial as, over time, it has become a breeding ground for rowdy metalheads and shady characters.


* Club Diebuk: Diebuk is a rave nightclub where, unlike others in the city, vampires from all clans and backgrounds can come together. Well wishes, or no. The club was founded in 1892 by Cade Vaughn the Brujah Primogen, and is situated in Downtown LA, underground, opening usually around 9pm with no admission fee. It was primarily a location for solace, though as Cade would have it, he allows vampires to use their disciplines inside at will. The club is moderated by Brujah guards and bouncers, though even they involve themselves in bar brawls and punch-ups. Downstairs there is a bar and dancefloor with a plasma TV screen. The interior is lit with spotlights and strobe lights. The music blaring dance music. Off to the right is a black door guarded by burley Brujah vampires, leading to Cade's private room, which can be accessed by invitation.
Picture 1 (http://www.vintagestars.com/river/VtM/Images/ClubDiebuk.jpg)


* Algernon: This is a combined bookstore and café not far from The Haven, owned by Ventrue Primogen Archon DeWinter. Julia, a Tremere, helps him run it, selling books and what not. There is also a Ventrue male that has an eye on the business.
It is intimate and cozy with comfortable armchairs, yet it holds a lot of books. Both new ones, and old ones. And also computers with internet connection. All clans are welcome here, therefore it is not as grand as you would assume a Ventrue establishment to be. It is modern, but with a touch of the old days. You can definatley find some gothic design as well as victorian; among furniture, wallpapers and decorations. There are three floors. The first floor contains the bookstore and café. The second floor is for VIP only, which means Kindred. No kine is allowed up there what so ever. It also has books and a comfortable setting, in order for the Kindred to socialize without the interruption of the kine. The books on the second floor are older, and more suitable for the Kindred that wish to engage themselves in search of information. If anyone is looking for more rare books, they would be wise to contact the owner or Julia. The third floor is Archon's private office. This is where he has meetings with other Kindred, and where he spends his time when he needs to work in the center of the city, without disturbance.
Picture 1 (http://www.vintagestars.com/river/VtM/Images/Algernon1.jpg), Picture 2 (http://www.vintagestars.com/river/VtM/Images/Algernon2.jpg), Picture 3 (http://www.vintagestars.com/river/VtM/Images/Algernon3.jpg)

[AtropaMandragora]

Alright, I guess I'll start this off then;

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Clan: Toreador
Name: Valerian (doesn't use a last name)
Age: Neonate (Embraced in the 1902 at the age of 25)
Disciplines: Auspex (level 1), Celerity (level 2), Presence (level 2).

(Not so) Short Bio:
Valerian has always been a dreamer and a fan/lover of beauty. He'll find beauty in any and everything, and everyone. Born into a wealthy family in England in 1877, he was the youngest son of three, and thus the one with the least responsibility, which might explain his lack of interest in businesses, finances etc. Instead he grew up spending most of his time reading, writing, painting, daydreaming and seeking the company of others like him. And it was in this open-minded circle of friends that he first realized he was equally attracted by men and women. Both genders had their special qualities that he loved, though he knew better than to be open about his experiences with men.
At the age of 20, he had a falling out with his parents. They wanted him to mature and start taking responsibility, while Valerian himself kept insisting that he wanted to pursue a career as an artist; as a painter and possibly a poet. He wanted to attend the Chelsea School of Art, in order to develop his skills, but his parents refused to finance such a "waste of time". They even threatened to cut him off entirely if he did not bend to their will. Of course, he did not, and a short while later he was accepted by the school, ending up being disowned by his parents in the process.
Even from the very start money was tight, but luckily, Valerian had a wealthy "friend" who saw his potential and decided to help him out by not only paying for his education, but offer him a place to stay as well. It lasted only for a few months, until rumours started circulating. Valerian's friend claimed he couldn't risk his social status nor his good name, and thus Valerian was once again without a benefactor.
However, he soon found himself a cheap and shabby apartment, and took odd jobs in order to make enough money to be able to stay in school, even serving as a rentboy on rare occasions just to make ends meet.
Finishing his education, things didn't seem to look up anytime soon. He kept struggling for a couple of years, selling a painting every now and then, but it was never enough to make a real living.
Then one night, as he was sitting in the park, savouring the last dying traces of the sunset, he and the painting he'd been working on caught a certain someone's eye. A vampire. A Toreador, who instantly fell in love with the young man's talent. He approached Valerian, commenting on his work, and offering a few tips and tricks. Valerian was awestruck by the man's insight and knowledge, and a friendship was born.
Only a few weeks later, the Toreador embraced Valerian.

Nowadays, Valerian has temporarily settled down in Los Angeles, and runs a night club called The Haven. Or rather, he fronts and co-owns it. The other owner, and the one in charge of really running it (finances, hiring/firing staff etc) is a Ventrue female, with whom he's having a relationship of some sort. There is a blood bond between the two, with Valerian being the thrall, and the Ventrue female being the regnant. Thus, she does have him in her power, but does not completely control him. She's the dominant one, and he is her willing plaything, her boy toy. She can sometimes get impatient with him, as he's far too laid back and carefree, only seeking the pleasures of (un)life. He has little interest in how the business is run.

He can often be found at the club, either socializing at his usual table along with his two female ghouls, or in the VIP lounge upstairs, where he willingly serves as a blood doll to both male and female vampires (mainly regulars). He loves the intimacy, and drinking from him is a highly sensual experience, even for vampires. Keep in mind though, that he is not a prostitute. Drinking from him doesn't hold a price, and he'll only share his blood with whoever he wants to.

However, he doesn't limit himself to sharing intimacy with vampires only, but will also on occasion indulge himself in real lovemaking, with mortals. Because, while vampires no longer have a sex drive per se, they can still perform the act of lovemaking, and being the sensual, sexual creature that he is, Valerian cherishes the intimacy shared with another beautiful being - be it a mortal or an immortal - even though the physical pleasure is not nearly as intense for him as for his parter (in case of a human). He simply finds his pleasure in pleasing others.

He doesn't care a whole lot about the feuds and disagreements between the clans, nor does he pay much attention to it. If he's up to date on things, it's simply because his Ventrue dominatrix insists on trying to keep him in the loop. He rarely participates in any schemes, unless asked by the Ventrue female. He'll go along with running her errands every now and then, and help her succeed with whatever plans she might have. Be warned though, he's not naive; not in the way that he doesn't see what part he's playing in her (or anyone else's) schemes. He's usually very well aware of things, once he's gotten involved, even though he might not always seem to be.

As for the club itself, it is indeed a haven, like the name suggests, as it serves as an Elysium for the local vampires; a place where all fights and blood feuds are left at the door.
Except for the VIP lounge/office, the upstairs also holds Valerian's art studio and personal chambers, that he often shares with the Ventrue female.


Picture:
http://www.vintagestars.com/river/Test2/Valerian5.jpg



(((ooc: I know the club name is a bit cheesy, but it's me paying homage to "Kindred; The Embraced". :)

Also, I've refrained from naming the Ventrue female, as I'm leaving her open for someone to grab, should they want to. If not, I'll just name her and make her an NPC.)))

[veldagia]

Clan: Tremere (Primogen)
Name: Mina Coles
Age: Elder
Disciplines:
Auspex: Level 4,
Dominate: Level 3
THAUMATURGY Level 4

Bio:
Mina was born in into a typical English Middle Class family; her father treated her well despite the questions around her conception. So whilst her brothers were educated at Cambridge she studied at home and was allowed the luxury of choosing her own husband. She married a wealthy artist, opting for an easy life rather than one of love. They lived comfortably but the marriage was fruitless.

During the reign of the Queen she was initiated into a stem of the Dark Arts. It was here where she first met with the Secret Chiefs. Just after her 21st birthday she completed her initial instruction and drew the eye of a notable scholar. She resisted his advances for several months but eventually he wore her down as her heart turned from her morals to his enchantments. But she never understood what she was letting herself in for and one fateful night she was reborn. She lost everything she treasured in the world other than him but with the rebirth a new fire was set alight.

Mina spent centuries faithfully bound to her sire’s side as the spent the years travelling together or hiding out in Vienna watching and waiting, as the wars took their toll and new leaders arose. The time passed easily whilst she discovered for herself the wisdom held in the Tremere laboratory, rituals and ancient texts. As she mastered the arts of the elementals, the pathway of the tarot and the evocations of the spirits she realised that there was something missing and this thirst for knowledge drives her still. For the last few decades she resided in their English Mansion until her sire’s mysterious disappearance from Tremere society a few years ago. The mere mention of his name now brings the cold glare of Mina’s wrath.

Mina slowly worked her way up the Tremere hierarchy, finally establishing herself among likeminded others who had been embraced but all the time she kept a careful eye upon those who hold power amongst the Camarilla Although the home of her heart is still the English Isles she moved to LA to acquire the seat of Tremere Primogen. Here she resides in the loft apartment of the Museum Hermeticum.

Mina has a studious nature and respects knowledge for within it lies power. Her enemies would describe her as an ambitious, cold, elusive killer who trusts no-one. True she possesses these qualities, lacking any sense of true morality but she also has fire buried deep within, stirred by her vampiric senses and intense loyalty to her clan and those she treasures.



Painting of Mina which hangs above the Museum's Great Fireplace
http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u61/veldagia/vampire/MinaColesnew1.jpg

((Obviously I'm in :D And Valerian is a babe.))

[trampledsneakers]

EEEE! *revives Vevila*
Do I even need to tell you I'm joining??
Save me a spot. :D

[GeeWayrocks]

What clan you belong to: Ventrue
Name: Catherine Destin
Age: (Neonate) 121
Disciplines: Dominate, (level 2) Fortitude (level 1), Presence (level 2)
Short bio: Catherine was a heavy believer in the supernatural, from a very young age. It may have helped her mother often told her tales about Grand Vampires, thus giving her a desire to find on and become one, if they were real. She came from a very well off family, and had everything she desired, except vampirism. She lost her twin sister in a cholera epidemic, and misses her very much. She succeeded in gaining vampirism at 21, and though she best fits in with stuck-up people, as you get to know her, she is not really stuck-up.

A picture of you: http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x101/GeeWayrocks/goth.jpg

((Vampires :anime: ... I had to enter. And I hope this is ok))

[funheart00]

Squee xD I must enter this *lol*
.. I'll be back in a bit .. :P

[AtropaMandragora]

veldagia - Right now, it's limited to one character per person. If it turns out there'll be alot of empty spots (which I suspect there'll be), we'll make it two spots per person. :)
Oh, and thanks. :)

*edit* Forgot to say that yes, Mina can be the Tremere Primogen. :)

[ElektraNatchios33]

I decided just to use a normal pic instead of a sim one

Clan: Toreador
Name: Jessica (Jess)
Age: Elder (413 years)
Disciplines: (I hope I did this right) Auspex Lv. 3; Celerity Lv. 5; Presence Lv. 3

Bio:

Jessica was born in 1569, to a blacksmith and his wife in London. She grew up not the richest kid on the block (infact the poorest). She didn't have many friends at school, and was beat up and ridiculed often. Jessica usually ran away many times during the year, returning home a few weeks afterward.
When she turned 18 she met a man her age. They began to fall in love, and 2 years later decided to elope. She came home to tell her parents with the man of her dreams, only to find he and his clan had drained them of blood.

Jessica was threatened with her life. The man kept her against her will for 5 years, where she occupied her time playing the piano. He was so delighted with her music, he embraced her. She immediatly fled the house, and lit it on fire, killing her sire and his friends.

She continued to live near London, until the times caught up with her and she moved to the colonies. Jessica never married or loved again, afraid to trust anyone. She worked as a pianist, sometimes at weddings or biryhdays, sometimes at public places. Jessica moved every few years, to avoid being discovered as a vampire. She eventually ended up in Southern Califorinia sometime in the Forties. She laid low and eventually met up with fellow Toreadors, and became the leader.


Picture:
(The file's too big)

Jessica Pic (http://www.modyourpanties.com/hosting/070916144103-Ultraviolet2.bmp)

[AtropaMandragora]

Elektra - Each clan has three disciplines. You'll find that in the Disciplines post, each discipline mentions what clans have it. I also just edited to add a list at the top of the disciplines list, to make it easier to see what clans have what disciplines.


GeeWayrocks - It looks just fine, except your vampire is a neonate, which means she doesn't have access to levels 3-5 of the disciplines. Only level 1-2. :) (Yes, I know the Disciplines post is loooooong, so it's easy to miss).

[devoshka]

*claps and bounces up and down* I'm sooo excited and happy to see so much interest already wooo! It's gonna be fun :D

[trampledsneakers]

I hope we can have two characters, because I'd love to enter a male human! xD That'd be so fun... anyway. I'll update this post with Vev's App. Just tweaking it a bit from the old one.

Edit: Voshie, are you RPing with us, or just hosting? *glomp* Either way, thanks for making this! The other one was SO much fun, so I'm sure this will be too. ;)

[ElektraNatchios33]

Updated app, jsyk

[GeeWayrocks]

Kay, thanks for that Atropa! Fixing now!

[devoshka]

Yes I'm gonna RP with you but i'm gonna start off as a human as I have a feeling most will want to be vampires and so want to leave those spots open ;)


Also Elektra could you when you have a bit more time write a bit of a background, it helps to get an idea of your character more etc :D

[GJPrentice]

(Ooh, I have to enter this! :jig: )

http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa101/GJ_Prentice/vamp.jpg

Clan: Malkavian
Name: Victor Calder
Age: Elder (Over 500 years old, year not known)
Disciplines:

Level 5: Auspex, Obfuscate
Level 3: Dementation

Short bio: Not much is known about Victor, and the things that are known have been circulated as myth, not fact. Some might say he used to be a very well educated man. He himself claims that his father was of high political order in England, that his mother was a duchess, that he had several butlers and a mansion worthy of royalty. Though this may not be true. Those who have known him for a while know that the tales of his past are merely deluded fantasy. That he scratches his name on his arm with a glass pane to remind himself of his identity. He forgets his past. That is the truth. And his life is so shrouded with saga and obscurity that even he no longer knows who he is. However Victor is otherwise very grounded and physically strong. He has made several connections with the Ventrue clan and has never once broken the rules of the Masquerade. Nor will he ever consider betraying his brotherhood.

[AtropaMandragora]

GJPrentice - Right now there's only one slot per person open. We might make it two slots per person if it turns out all slots aren't filled, but for now, only one character per person. :)

[SwiftSign_SC]

Clan: Toreador
Name: Destiny (Dest, Destin)
Age: Ancilla ~ 257 Years old
Disciples:
Auspex Lv 3
Celebrity Lv 4
Presence Lv 1

Bio: Destiny was born into a rich sophisticated family, with a dark secret. He never questioned why his mother never left the house in the day, or the paleness of her skin. His father hid her 'condition' well hidden, and as Dest grew up he helped his father keep the secret and look after his never aging mother.

He was told on his 16th birthday about his mother's 'condition' of course he was not surprised by the fact she was in fact a vampire. She had been 'embraced' (the term his father used) just days after his own birth by an unknown attacker. And on his 22nd birthday his mother returned the favour to him. Heightening his senses, adding purpose to his living, offering him freedom.

The first thing Destiny did was to kill his father - not wishing to be imprisoned as his mother was so wrongly. He then left the country, flying the lake to America with a large amount of cash from his manor. He then built a new life, so close to normal life but hiding his true identity, a shadow of a man. He also took on a new name, Destiny - in honour of his mother.

Pics:

http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d178/prossy/snapshot_93f9b7ac_f3f9ba1e.jpg

http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d178/prossy/snapshot_93f9b7ac_33f9ba3d.jpg

[AtropaMandragora]

Alright, the glossary is up, in post #4, for those of you interested in the vamp lingo. ;)

[Pandaness]

Clan
Toreador

Name
Viorica Sergiu

Age
375 - Bitten at age 21

Disciplines
Auspex Lv 3
Celebrity Lv 1
Presence Lv 5

Bio
Viorica was born in raised in earshot of the vatican. She was raised by strict Roman-Catholic parents, and attended private schools. Even though she seemed as a sweet, perfect daughter, her nature was rebellious. She wished to become a organist for the church, but her parents knew that there would be no money in that. They could only hope for a better future for their daughter, as they soon became bankrupt after her birth.

A marriage was arranged for her to marry a wealthy buisiness tycoon, who traveled to the orient and afar. He was attractive, but not her type. He never loved her, she was just showcased on his arm.

She met an artist, whose brushstrokes seemed to make love to the canvas. He was cunning, and secretive. A mystery. She made the mistake of falling in love with him.

They soon met at strange hours just to see each other. He moved to France, but the wrote love letters to each other every week, and she was careful to keep them hidden from her fiancee.

Almost two years had gone on like this, and the wedding had been scheduled within the next week. Her secret boyfriend stopped writing, and they lost touch. One night, she was walking home and her husband-to-be was at a local bar with some friends. They were all apparently drunk. The air was icy, and the fuddled words they spoke to her cut her like blades. One man grabbed her, while another ripped off her clothing...

They left her in the snow, naked and beaten, while they merrily laughed home. She had lost so much blood, she passed out thinking of death. Arms scooped her up and her neck pinched pain, although it was stimulating. Her body became stone, and her body became strong.

Since that day, Viorica has moved from place to place, never staying to long. She never found the man she loved, or the people who had broken her, or the person who had damned her. But now people didn't look at her in the same way, she became "sexy". For a while, she lived as a prostitute, exchanging love for money. That worked for a while, and got her out of the gutter, but then she wanted to actually do something with her "life".

She became a organist, like she always wanted to. Soon enough, that became out-dated and she converted to the piano. She plays at lounges and restaurants, just to get spending money. Other than that, she doesn't have to buy food or other human neccesites, so really she is set. She also discovered the Toreador clan, a beautiful group of monsters. They took her under their wing and she has been with them ever since.

Pics
http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/veryscarycandy/viorica.jpg

[cherryp3]

Clan:
Tremere

Name:
Mihael Volckar

Age:
Elder
[somewhere around 830 years old.|he was bitten at age 17.]

Discipline:
Thaumaturgy [Level 5]
Dominate [Level 3]
Auspex [Level 5]


Description:
Mihael was regarded as perhaps one of the brightest boys in all of Athens. He was charming, intellectual, and held an understanding for the world that many Greeks could not grasp. Many said that the boy would go on to be a great astronomer, as by the age of six he had already made a complete map of the seasonal skies, labeling the constellations and even going so far to devise his own. He discovered many heavenly bodies with his instructors, and proposed that the stars were not merely orbs of light, but that they burned with a vigor as the sun did. With all of the praise and admiration for their precious child, his parent’s heads swelled and they began to push him in the direction of that goal. Not that Mihael minded. He was in love with the night sky and all its treasures, and he sought to uncover every secret that the skies passed in their furtive whispers.
Because of his willingness to cooperate, his parents were very kind to him. In fact, they spoiled the young boy even when he did not wish for the fineries that they brought to him. The applause, the gifts, and the love he gained from those who knew of his talent kept him upon his feet. Provided him with an extra boost so that he slowly turned a blind eye to his love for what he did. His astronomy became nothing more than a task to gain the admiration from his peers and everyone else within Athens.

However, a rather large road bump came in his work when a classmate broke Mihael’s telescope. Because he came from a poor family, they would not be able to afford another. Angered by the boy’s horseplay, Mihael attacked the other boy and the two ended up in a sort of ‘timeout’ together. The boy, Orpheus, questioned Mihael why he always watched the sky. He told him that whenever he looked into those inky heavens, he held a look of distaste upon his face until he was commended for his efforts. Struck by the other boy’s observations, he questioned himself until he began to realize how his dream had corrupted into an endless quest for the spotlight, his fifteen minutes of fame.

Mihael began to abandon his studies and follow the mysterious Orpheus, who always seemed to have a child-like clarity, a view on the world that the dark-haired boy had never thought of before. The two became close friends until his parents forbade him to speak with the boy who’d caused his ‘rebellion’. Upon this command, Mihael began to see his parent’s true side. They cared not for their son, only for the wealth and glory he brought to them. Their treatment towards their son began to darken until he might have been a servant to them. Due to this treatment, the boy fled into the night in the direction of the town square, where he found Orpheus sitting by a fountain, staring at the sky.

It was that very night that Orpheus embraced Mihael into the Tremere clan. Mihael never dreamed that Orpheus was involved in such a group. True, he had never seen him out during the day; though, he only supposed the boy had strict studies to attend, as Mihael himself studied from dawn until dusk. Mihael fled from Athens at that point, blinded with grief that his human blood had been poisoned by that of a vampire’s. He had decided that he would find a place far away, and remain in the open there so that the sunlight might cast his sinful body from the earth.
Mihael’s plan, of course, did not go through. Orpheus managed to stop him in the nick of time, just as the sun began to crease over the horizon. After this, his friend comforted him and told him about the lifestyle. His pain lessened and somewhat intrigued, Mihael agreed to follow him to meet the Tremere he banded with.

While at first Mihael was accepted, his lack of skill became evident. He was simply too small and frail to handle the powers that they attempted to teach him. Many of the lower ring, other Neonates and Ancilla, began to tease him unrelentingly because of this. The Elders did nothing to stop them.

He was beaten numerous times, and the Purge was cast upon him so often he began to suffer severe side effects that would bear with him for the remainder of his life. For several years he was bedridden with illness and fatigue. As he lie there, rage welled within his soul until the day he finally felt strong enough to leave the confinements of his room. With Orpheus’s help and a renewed willpower, Mihael began to study the Thaumaturgy that the others had battered him so mericlessly with. He grew very skilled with the Discipline, making it to level four the moment he became an Ancilla. Using these newfound powers, he obliterated many of the rouge Tremere and fled to a city called L.A. where rumors of an accumulation of vampire clans spread from.
Mihael managed to prove himself to the Tremere there, and was sworn under the Masquerade. An ever silent figure, Mihael is fearful of any friendships since the loss of Orpheus. He speaks only if spoken to and is careful to distance himself from others for fear of getting too close to them.

[You'll usually find Mihael at L.A.'s hottest gamer haven: The Rave Arcade. Don't try and beat his record on the DDR machine. He alone holds the entire top 100 scores.]

Picture:
http://i11.tinypic.com/66tw7qb.jpg

[ElektraNatchios33]

Wow, Toreadors are popular.
Updated bio

[devoshka]

Yes they seem to be very popular! Ok I've updated the list so far as to who's in which clan.....and Toreador is FULL. C'mon there are soooo many other great clans out there that are fun to do ;) Also I'm gonna give making avis a shot so make sure you have a picture you want me to use for the avi :)

[AtropaMandragora]

Just in case it got lost in the pretty long application of mine; the part of Valerian's business partner (and regnant) is open for anyone to grab. I'm not trying to force it on people, I'm just offering it up to anyone who might be having a hard time coming up with an idea. :)

Also, the Prince's info will be coming shortly, in post #4.

[ElektraNatchios33]

I'll be the partner! Valerian's pretty cute for a vamp.

[AtropaMandragora]

Okay. Although it was really for a Ventrue female, as the Ventrue are better with business and finances than the Toreador. *s* But hmm... Maybe it could work anyway... although it probably changes the relationship a bit? Take a look at what I've written in his bio, and let me know. :)
Oh, and thanks. *s*

[ElektraNatchios33]

The only way I could see Jess fitting into his story would for her to be his sire. But even then she's not really his business partner. The only Venture woman would be GeeWayrocks (Recorded on the list)

[AtropaMandragora]

Hmm... Doesn't really work then. :/ Too bad.

And I'm not saying GeeWayrocks' character should be he business partner, I was merely pointing out that if someone is having difficulties coming up with a story/character, there's one with a story already started up for grabs. :)
Like I said, not forcing it on anyone. If no one wants her, she'll be an NPC. :)

[Pandaness]

Updated my application w/ picture and bio.

I might tweak the bio a little bit later :3

[ElektraNatchios33]

Hey Atropa, can the Toreadors pick a Primogen?

[AtropaMandragora]

Sure, Elektra. :) Wanna be the their Primogen?

[ElektraNatchios33]

oh, okay :) :) :). I have to go anyways. Whoever heard of Homework over the weekends? I'll try to be on later though.

[trampledsneakers]

((I would have stuck Vev there Atropa, but she's a Toreador as well. I would say he could have been her sire since they're in the same clan, but it doesn't seem to fit the bill? Sorry I can't be a help! :/ And a side note; the title says 'Vampire the Maquerade' missing an S. xD Sorry to be a pest, just noticed it. Goodness... so many hot vamps. You'd think being gorgeous was a requirement. >_> ))



Clan: Toreador
Name: Vevila van Roemer
Age: Neonate - 64 years

Disciplines:
Auspex - 1
Celerity - 2
Presence - 2

Bio:
There is nothing that Vevila takes pride in more than her name. It was as if her parents chose it at her birth knowing precisely the woman she would grow to be. Vevila; the melodious one. Roemer; glory, renown. If only they had known just how right they had been.

Vevila was born in a small German village in 1918 to a Dutch father and German mother. Her father was an ungoverned and audacious actor who taught her from infancy that the greatest pleasures in life would be obtained through the pursuit of the arts. Her mother was a meek and servile woman in contrast; she owned a small and unassuming bakery but had a magnificent gift for the harp. The dual interest in the arts compelled Vevila to hone her own aptitude for singing, which she pursued tenaciously. Despite her dark beauty, she was often referred to as angelic or ethereal, because her stage presence was hauntingly beautiful.

Her overwhelming beauty and grace while performing captivated a member of the Toreador clan. He observed her from afar, and decided that she would be his, a permanent entertainment. A music box he could toy with whenever he pleased; and a beautiful one at that. The man charmed her, as only Toreadors can. Her naivety was his greatest advantage; Vevila truly believed that she had fallen in love with the man she had dreamt of in foggy dreams and recalled from distant memories of hushed tones and bleary-eyed vision. One evening, she felt a cool hand pressed against her back--fingers like ice trailed their way up her spine until they reached her slender, elegant neck. She did not hesitate, but merely bent it delicately to gaze into his eyes as she had countless times before. Her lips moved upward and embraced his, and he pulled away slowly, sensuously. His fingers danced lightly along her neck, sending an unknowing giggle prickling past her lips.

He had begun an embrace of his own. She felt two sharp jolts surge through her neck, shooting through the rest of her body. It was early in 1943. She had become a vampire.

Once embraced by the Toreadors, they sheltered her from the war that enveloped the world, but at a price. She was used as a plaything for soldiers, a bribe. Her safety was guaranteed, but cost her the last remainders of her innocence from her human life.

Once the war ended and Germany surfaced as a ruined nation with nothing but rubble left lining its once glorious streets, Vevila emigrated with her sire to France for a short time before settling in London. There, the sire she had dedicated her afterlife to became fixated on a young woman slightly younger than Vevila. Another trinket; not a music box, but the ballerina to spin within it. Vevila accepted his choice to embrace another, suppressing the turmoil coiling within her. Her sire demanded she accompany him to pay a visit to the Prince to request the right to turn the girl--he was met with a stern, unwavering no. The girl had come from a prominent family that was extremely well-known throughout the area; her disappearance and possible reappearance as a vampire would be noticed. Furthermore, she was too young to be embraced. Permission was denied, and Vevila tried to appease her sire. But his thirst for the youth's blood was unquenchable. Beauty, youth, skill, elegance, poise-- he was driven mad by the beast burdening him.

He embraced the girl, ignoring the commands of the Prince.
He broke the Masquerade, he killed and did not drink.

Vevila was forced to stand by and bear witness at his execution, and the execution of the newly sired girl vampire. For one to hate someone so much, and yet love them so dearly--it destroyed the fragmented pieces of her heart.

After the execution she decided to leave Europe for a while, and she ventured to Los Angeles. Thriving off of her ability to attract others through her haunting songs and alluring nature, Vevila began to fully understand her new life as a vampire. Unlike most Toreadors and vampires in general, she still possessed many of her human characteristics.

She is vivacious, sweet, charming, alluring. Some have even ventured as far as to say that she is naive, borderline innocent. Well, innocent as a mass murderer can be. Her morals are deeply rooted in her, causing her a great deal of inner turmoil. Even though she is quite young, (one of the youngest in the clan) she is well known and recognized throughout the ranks of the Toreadors for her stunning features and her unforgettable voice. Vevila is, in essence, the little darling of many of the Toreadors.

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[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Yey, there she is. :)
trampled - I would've loved for him to Sire her, but you're right, it doesn't really fit. Especially since he himself is a rather young vampire. They're not that many years apart. No prince would let someone that young sire.

*edit* - Oh wait... Uhmm... I'm no math genious, but to me, it doesn't add up... If she was embraced in 1943, she'd be 64 (as a vampire), not 89. Or are you counting the human years as well? Cuz they aren't included in a vampire's age. :)

If she was indeed Embraced in 1943, it could've been by him. But he wouldn't have done it like that. :D )))

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Yep, 64 would be her correct age.)))

[AtropaMandragora]

There are vampires of every clan all over the world (well, most of it, anyway), so yeah, that works. :)

[trampledsneakers]

((Mkay! Made the change! Thanks for the help Atropa. :) ))

[AtropaMandragora]

You're welcome, trampled. :)
Oh, and veldagia... Just saw Mina's picture. :D She's gorgeous.


Also, the info about the Prince is now up. See post #4.

[Spoonerism_SC]

Clan:
Ventrue

Name:
Adela De Silva

Age:
Ancilla- 342 (16 when she was embraced in 1665)

Disciplines:
Dominate Level 3, Fortitude Level 2, Presence Level 4

Short(ish) Bio:
King Felipe of Spain had many favorites in his court, but showed particular interest in a certain artist, Diego Rodríguez de Silva y Velázquez. He loved to watch the man paint, and admired all of his works. The artist was pleased with his status as court painter, and was happy with the king’s favoritism. However, King Felipe didn’t only admire the painter for his art; he was in love with his wife.

She soon became pregnant, with the king’s child. Diego de Silva (as he was known around the court) moved his family to the conutryside to raise his soon to be born child, unknowing that it wasn’t his own. Adela was born, in their large manor. Her early childhood was spent with tutors, being educated as early as possible, and with frequent visits from the king, who promised her a place in his bustling court.

Wise and mature beyond her years she played little, leaving the fun and games for her younger siblings. Instead, she focused all of her attention on bettering herself, preparing herself for the splendor of court life, wanting to stay in the king’s favor. She learned all the necessary languages; Latin, English, French and Italian. She knew all the correct mannerisms to display, how to dress, how to speak.

By the time she had arrived at the castle (at age 14) everyone had heard of her true sire but herself. No one could disagree, either. They could see it in her; the way she moved and carried herself, the way she held her head and spoke. To anyone who looked at her, it was obvious that she was meant to be regal, as noble as the king himself.

One might think Adela would be cold and harsh, but it was rather the opposite. She was kind to all and was often the negotiator in the fights of the spoiled infantas. Everyone liked her; how could someone not? By age 16, she had made many allies and friends, but also enemies. One of the king’s legitimate daughters, Catarine, grew jealous of Adela’s standing with her father. Catarine wanted her gone, so she ordered her to be poisoned.

As Adela lay convulsing in her bed, the doctor ordered everyone to leave the room. He, a ghoul, had been ordered to keep an eye on her for a Ventrue vampire, who had been hanging in the shadows of the Spanish court. This vampire was a handsome man, who had been playing the part of a nobleman. In her delusional spasms, Adela hardly noticed the entrance of a blond man, or the burning of Damian's bite. To the humans at the court, she was forever dead.

But to the Ventrue, she was alive and well. She knew that as a mortal, she was naïve and trusting, and that had been her downfall. Over the years, she grew suspicious and sophisticated. She worked hard to scale the hierarchical society of the Ventrue. She lost the youthful benevolence she had shown towards everyone as a girl, and sympathized with only her own clan members, believing the others to be below her status and not worth her precious time. She was, after all, a true princess, all others were just a waste of blood, unless they could be used for her gain.


If I need to change anything, just tell me. I decided that homework can wait until five minutes before the bell rings. :D Pic coming soon.

[cherryp3]

ooc: I hope it's alright if I add something about him being active at the local arcade? x] If not I can just take that off.

[AtropaMandragora]

ooc: The Arcade works. We can even make it a non-Elysium hot spot, if ya want?

[cherryp3]

ooc: Ok, yeah, that'd be great! :]

[devoshka]

*sighs* I am without internet AGAIN.....*mumbles something about Russian companies* So for the time being until I get it back which they supposedly promised would be tomorrow; Atropa will be the one to ask questions to and what not, and sorry if the first page doesn't get updated, it's b/c dialup hates the forums and it seems any messenger :/ Anyway, I just wanted to give you all a headsup if you don't see me around and the first post not changing.....

[AtropaMandragora]

cherry - Wanna give it a name and/or a description? You don't have to if you don't want to. :)

[Kakashi_Hatake_SC]

Application for Vampires:
Clan-Tremere
Name-Spirit Ambrose
Age-Neonate-125(18 when embraced in 1882)

Disciplines
Auspex(Level 1)
Dominate(Level 1)
Thaumaturgy(Level 1)


Short Bio-Arrogant, Egotistical, Self-centered are some words that describe me, I always was the Black-sheep of my family. Partying, Drinking, Gambling, I've also spent more than one night in the red-light district, in fact little did I know that would be the place of my death and "eternal" life. I was returning home to our manor after a night of heavy drinking and some other illegal activities when I felt someone following me, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I turned to look and saw noone, needless to say I became a bit nervous. I didn't notice the black cat that had stepped into my path, and when I did it was too late, it was a meer distraction. I felt a burning on the side of my neck, and pain, an incredible pain. It felt as though my life was being drained from me, in fact it was. When I came to, everything was blurry and I was at home. I don't remember who or what happened all I know was that I had become what I am today on that fateful night....

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[AtropaMandragora]

I just realized there's one thing me and Dev might've forgotten to mention, about the clans:
Whatever clan your Sire belongs to, is the clan you'll belong to. There's no changing what clan you are, because the clan characteristics and the disciplines come with the blood given to you during the Embrace.
So if you're embraced by, say, a Brujah, then you're a Brujah all the way.
You might've already gathered as much, but I figured it was worth mentioning. :)


Also, as the Prince is an Elder, he'll be likely to have Embraced one or two people, which means if someone is making a Ventrue and wants him to be their Sire, you can PM me and we'll see if we can work something out. :)

[cherryp3]

ooc: Yes! I'll write one up and PM it to you Atropa.

[Garnet_SC]

((Reserving a spot for my Vahn! Brujah, of course. No time for an app right now. Laters. :) ))

[trampledsneakers]

GARNET! *mauls you* Yaayyyy! Can't wait to see Vahn again. How I've missed him. :valentine

[Shadowblade]

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Clan: Malkavian

Name: Kestrel Beasseya (often goes by Kess)

Age: Neonate (Embraced 62 years ago, in 1945)

Disciplines: Dementation Level 1 & Obfuscate Level 1

Bio: Kess was born under another name in Austria in 1922. He grew happily under the guidance of two loving parents who supported him whole-heartedly when he discovered his homosexuality. When he was seventeen years old, he met the love of his life, Dieter. They made a decision to live their lives together, despite the warnings they had heard of the Nazi party targeting gay men. Both active members of a local gay rights group, the organization was compromised when a list of members fell into the Nazi hands. Kess and Dieter lived in fear, hearing of friends and other activists being sent to concentration camps, gays having been declared a threat to the Aryan race. They were safe until February of 1945, when the police came to round them up after a 'friend' had revealed their location. Clasping hands, they stepped onto the train, not knowing of their destination, whether they would survive, and only praying they could stay together. They arrived in Bergen-Belsen several days later and were immediately put to work.

They were there for only a few days before Kess found himself in trouble with several of the guards. They disliked him because they found his eyes 'creepy' and started to beat him- almost to death. Dieter intervened at the risk of his life and dragged his love away. Kess, delirious, didn't understand what was happening when a sharp pain, worse than the others but so deliciously sweet at the same time, blossomed in his neck. He fell into unconciousness and when he woke, was...changed. Immediately he knew what he was, and what Dieter had been. Vainly, he searched for his lover, but he was simply gone. Vanished from the camp, and no one could remember seeing him. Kess searched the barracks, the latrines, even the corpses, praying above all to find Dieter.

But Kess never saw him again.

He was freed from the camp in April of that same year. He hadn't been there very long compared to most, but he was among the most changed. Kess knew he'd never be the same again, and indeed, he was not. He lived his life as a solitary, nameless vampire for a long time, which helped feed the madness that had stirred after his ordeal and all the horrors he had seen. By the time he found himself in Los Angelos several years ago, he had a new name and had developed several inane and eccentric habits, including branding himself with sigils of protection. His proudest acheivement is the five-sided star on his forehead. He remains an oddball in the modern day and age, but has begun to relax in the idea of being part of a clan- it meant brotherhood, something like what he had shared with Dieter, but never quite the same. Kess knows nothing will be the same, but he still wishes he could change what happened.

(all right, bio finally up...It's really freakin' long, but once I got on a roll, I couldn't stop! I did some research, so hopefully it's all correct...and doesn't offend anyone. That was not the intention.)

[AtropaMandragora]

Shadowblade - If you have questions, feel free to ask. That's why me and Dev are here. Well, partly. :D

[Shadowblade]

Hehe, all right. Well...first off, what are the particulars in being a vampire in this particular roleplay? That's not very specific, but I mean things like what are we not allowed to do? How exactly are the different clans to interact? And how recently embraced are the characters allowed to be? Kess is awfully modern...

[ElektraNatchios33]

Dev or Atropa:

Do you know when apps will end/Roleplay begin? (My anxious-ness is getting ahead of me)

[AtropaMandragora]

Shadowblade:
Things that you are not allowed to do... Well, killing eachother is one. Unless, of course, the person owning the character you want to kill agrees.
You do get away with killing humans, but it's frowned upon as by doing so repeatedly you'll loose the tiny shreds of humanity you have left, and the Beast will take over more and more.

Actually, it's a really difficult question to answer. Do you have something specific in mind? You can always PM me, if you don't want to post your question in the thread.


As for how the clans are to interact with one another... Think of it a bit as high school, with all the different cliques. You're free to be friends with whoever, but there are schisms between certain clans, and alot of stereotyping.
Some of it will be explained in the clan descriptions given by devoshka in post #2.
As this is a free form RP, there are no goals etc, which means it's really open to your own imagination. We work together to move the story along. So, interacting with the others is really what you make it. Know what I mean?
But again, if you have somthing more specific in mind, do feel free to ask about it.

And as for your last question; they can as recently embraced as you want them to be. There'll probably even be some embracing done during the RP, as we'll have human character as well, and some of them may want to be embraced.


Elektra:
I know the feeling. *lol* I think apps will be open as long as there are slots that aren't filled, and we'll sort out inactive characters every now and then, so it'll probably work much like the Sweet Sixteen RP.
The roleplay itself will start when we have a few more people. We're hoping to have at least a couple of human characters as well. (So the answer to your question would b; I'm not sure. *LOL*)




Also, me and dev discussed this earlier today, and have agreed that on Friday we'll increase the character limit to two characters per person, to try and fill all the slots. Again, we're hoping people will be tempted to submit humans as well. Right now, as there's a one character per person limit, I suspect that is partly the reason why we still don't have any human characters; everyone wants to have at least one vampire.
However, there's NO RESERVING spots until we actually officially declare the limit increased to two characters per person. But it does give you guys some time to think and come up with another character, should you want one. :)
And having said that, I'm throwing in yet two more characters that are up for grabs; Valerian's two female ghouls. As with his business partner - the Ventrue female - if not claimed, these will simply be made into NPC's.

[veldagia]

Yay. But Friday's so long away. *Starts pacing impatiently around* *lol*

I'll start writing the bio for the human/goul I have in mind.

A few questions re ghouls as different sites have different rules. Do they feed on flesh of recently dead humans or drink their blood? Do they have any special powers? How do ghouls become human again and can they be turned into fully fledged vampires?

[devoshka]

*giggles* I understand totally, but in some way it's giving my stupid russian internet guys time to get it back up and running.......No I still haven't gotten my internet back although they promised it yesterday, now they are saying today......we'll see.

I can't answer the questions in regard to what they feed on, but I can say that they CAN be turned into fully fledged vampires ;) Also Atropa and I were talking and we thought it would be best if you WEREN'T your own ghoul. Meaning if you have a vampire then you can't have a ghoul that serves that vampire. The reason being is this: they could be an NPC then, and it cuts down on the interaction with others and that's what we want right? ;) I'm hoping to get my app up soon, as in today but I have a hard time uploading images etc on dialup but I'll try! :D

[AtropaMandragora]

Ghouls are just like ordinary people, only they don't age, and they grow a little stronger. They're sort of inbetween humanity and vampirism.
They don't exactly FEED on the the blood of the vampire. They just get a little sip now and then; a little fix, if you will, since it almost becomes like a drug to them.
So, no feeding off of dead people.

What goes on is basically a blood bond; a human being is turned into a slave/minion/servant of a vampire by drinking their blood on a regular basis. The bond wears thinner with time, which means if the ghoul doesn't get his "fix", the effects will start to wear off, and he'll be just like any human again.
See the glossary in post #4 for further info. "Ghouls" and "Blood bond". :)

Oh, and yes, ghouls can be Embraced.

[Psyche_SC]

/// ON HIATUS \\\


Clan: Tremere

Name: Carmilla Le Fanu

Age: 275 (Ancilla, Sired by NPC Seath; a 513 year old Elder.)

Disciplines: Auspex - Level 3 (Revealing auras within a large distance. Lasts 28 seconds.)

Dominate - Level 4 (Trance, Brainwipe, Suicide and Possession.)

Thaumaturgy - Level 2 (Blood Strike and Purge.) Carmilla is in training for level 3.


Bio:
The first memory she had after the embrace was the soft sound of a nightly breeze, in the drapes by a window. This was soon joined with the small clinc of metal against fragile glass. She was lying on a large bed of satin, in a room with the moon as the only source of light. Her body felt heavy, sore. And she could sense the smell of blood. The clincing sound became appearant among all the other impressions that came over her. On the other side of the room, veiled in obscurity - in the dark aswell as in every other aspect - a man awaited her awakening. Although she was sure she had never seen him before, he felt familiar. He was holding a glass of wine, taping his little finger with a silverring against it. This was Seath, she was yet to learn.

When he first saw her in the streets of Pauge, or Hradčany as that part of Prauge was called back in 1732, he instantly fell for her. She was not of noble blood, but had such grace and nobility about her. Atleast in his eyes. He desired her, and had always wanted a companion. Carmilla, on the other hand, had no dreams of eternity. She was a young, godfearing christian who frequented the church. She believed in God and the Devil, and was scared to death of the latter. When she woke up in the satin bed, just a few feet from Seath, she thought he was the Devil. Her scream was muffled under his hand. He moved too quick for her to see, and that didn't help things. The long minutes of terror, waking up to this unknown life, turned into a never ending night. He calmed her down. Partly because it was in his nature, even before he became a vampire. But mostly it was in their common bond, as Sire and newborn. She belonged to him now. The blood rushing through her veins, claming her body to the undead, gave her a kind of serenity she had never felt before. He told her all her worries were gone. Poverty were no longer a problem. Death could never touch her. And she would never be alone.

Carmilla entered the life as a vampire with virgin eyes, and the trust for Seath grew with the decades passing by. But as the years turned into centuries, her outlook on life changed. Seath were no longer the Sire who protected is willing neonate. As long as her will coexisted with his, she were free. But as soon as she wanted to walk a different path, trying out her wings, he turned into a dark father who never wanted his daughter to take part in the world. He had trained her, nurturing her discipline skills. But he had never intended for her to leave him. Not even if she was to return. She was too important to him. From being his companion, to have her use her dominating skills and what not, to aid him in his quest to be an Elder to reckon with.

The betrayal was too hard to bare. He had let her blossom into a talented Tremere, only to keep her for himself. But under his watchful eyes, her talent grew into cunning. He could lock her up, shield her from the universe and only let her out when it served his purpose. But he could not anticipate how cunning she'd become. And she waited, like the sleeping beauty, for someone the set her free.

Seath had an iron hand in a velvet glove. He took her all over the world, where ever there be vampires. Eventually they returned to the city of angels, where he had his main residence. Carmilla often wondered if he mistook her for a porcelain doll, dressing her up in lovely gowns. And he highly praised her when he took her to vampire gatherings, like they were equals. She had no choice but to do his bidding, meanwhile she hoped he kept underestimating her and never discover she had a mind of her own. She had caught the eye of a Nosferatu. Normally a vampire would never seek out the Nosferatu, if not for information or other business, but Carmilla let her eyes scream for him to come to her. A Nosferatu was the only one who could creep through the shadows and reach Carmilla, without Seath knowing about it. This was her sanctuary, when he gently knocked on the window one night, and became her friend. Their friendship grew strong, he was the one who told her about Ancilla, when she became one. Carmilla saw beyond his appearance, his frightful look didn't scare her. She trusted him enough to tell him about something that she had always wondered about. After the embrace she had a scar over her left eye. She had never had that when she was a human, and she learned that vampires skin healed. So were did it come from? Seath surprised her with the truth. She always knew when he told lies, and this time he did not. The night he embraced her, another vampire had spotted her aswell, and had become furious with Seath. When trying to get in his way, in order to prevent him from claiming Carmilla as a Tremere, the violence that occured fell upon her instead. If she had become a vampire or a corpse that night if the other vampire had had his way with her, the tale does not tell.


Picture:

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Any takers? While Seath is a NPC, the Nosferatu is not intended to be. Skylark is a sweetheart since Esther will be the Nosferatu friend. :) (I will change the bio.)

[devoshka]

Jaden Wright
17 years old
aspiring actress/model
Willing to be a ghoul (is not one yet) but eventually would like to be embraced (brujah, toreador, tremere(only for the fact of the great powers that are bestowed upon them though, as Jaden likes the idea of power) and ventrue (although I don't think she really fits the bill for this as she's not a GREAT actress.....yet ;))

Jaden was born with the name Jane Rachel Smith, but whoever heard of an actress with such a plain name. Like most Los Angelinos, Jaden was not native to LA, but grew up in the midwest. Jaden was the popular girl; all the boys and girls wanting to be her or with her. This adoration led her to believe that she was God's gift to the earth of men and that this town was too small for her greatness. So at the age of 16, Jaden ran away from home to pursue her dream of becoming an actress. Jaden became disenchanted when she saw the reality of Hollywood and all the beautiful girls and boys who had been there a lot long than her and were still trying to get somewhere. Jaden networked and tried to make friends but everyone was always talking shit, name dropping. You never knew who a person might know, or could become; they might get somewhere and pull you up in the process. She was used to being fawned over, not her doing all the work. Jaden sent her headshots and resume to all the agencies, but very few expressed interest. Who cared that she was in her lead play in a small po' dunk town in the middle of nowhere? Jaden continued to buy The Backstage West in the hopes that she could even get a bit part in a student film but with little to no success. Jaden's idol was Marilyn Monroe who also was a small town girl but went on to become the greatest sex symbol in history, and so following in Marilyn's footsteps she too dyed her hair blonde and worshiped the sun. She was bound and determined to fit the Californian girl ideal. That year she went to the Oscars to stand and watch all the stars walk the red carpet. "One day I will walk the carpet and I will be known all over the world; and I'll do whatever it takes to get there" she promised herself that day. One thing Jaden was beginning to realize and feared......the only way she would get the job was on the 'casting couch'. But if that's what it took then......

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Sorry bout the pics but since I have no high speed internet I'm not able to get the ones i want so just used some random ones i had lying around ;)



Jaden 1 (http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g313/Devoshka/VtM/Jaden.jpg)
Jaden 2 (http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g313/Devoshka/VtM/Vogue-ing.jpg)

my pics are too big by a couple kb so I've done a link :(

[devoshka]

Ok I put in the title that applications close on Friday, they don't exactly but that's the last day before we open it up to having more than one character. I just wanted to get it out there in case someone was still undecided about joining ;) I DO hope that more'll join, even as humans that don't want to be turned etc. That would make for an interesting twist ;)

Oh make sure you have pics up so when I get the chance I'll attempt to make avis for you all :D

[sapphireXclaws]

Name: I'm Edward Xavier Summers. Now that's a name you won't forget!
Age: I'm 23 in...a couple of days, I think. Maybe I was 23 a couple of days ago, I'm really not sure. I was adopted. And I'm forgetful, so nyeh.
Clan: None. Human. But I'm willing to be Embraced or Ghoulified! Preferably by a pretty girl. ;)
Job: Would you believe me if I told you I was a professional motorbiker? No, that's not slang for unemployed...

Personal bio: Hell yeah, time for some fun!

Okay, I'm 23/22/whatever, right? Yeah, well I was adopted and then bloomin' orphaned as quick as you can say "Cheerios", so I grew up with my best friend Emily and her family. I met my other best friend, Sean, and when we turned 17 we moved out of our homes and into our own house, with a couple of cats. Em's a sporty gal, Seannie's a shy, bookish bloke, and I'm the rough'n'tumble guy. I love vamps, I love power, I love motorbikes, I love the strength it takes to drive through the city. There's no way I'll ever be a family man! I have my own motorbike--got in a gang and whatnot on one of my fighting days; they took me in coz I was so awesome--and I'm the strongest, fiercest guy in town. Human guy, that is. You won't find no man tougher than I--there ain't no mountain high enough, and whatnot. I'm a pretty scary dude. Yes, yes, I am an arrogant jerk, it's okay. I don't blame you for thinking that; it's true.

Anyway, I'll do whatever I can to keep Emmy and Sean out of danger. Even if I have to sell myself to the Clans. It wouldn't be the way I'd imagined it would always be; I'm not one for shying from danger. Normally I'd be the vampire. But somehow...I dunno, but I may just serve my loyalties to one guy or gal--hopefully she's pretty and powerful!

Though she's safe from my affections...after all, I've always liked Sean best.

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((Is that okay Devvie? :) Ed's sooo pretty, I'm going into BV now to see if I can get a shot.))

[Spoonerism_SC]

Ooh, I can't wait for Friday! I must work on writing a biography of a wannabe vamp/ghoul.

[AtropaMandragora]

Just thought I'd mention one thing; just because you want your character to be a ghoul or be Embraced, it doesn't necessarily mean they should be aware that vampires exist. The Camarilla go to great lengths to keep their presence hidden, so... :) Really, 99% of non-ghoul/non-blood doll humans don't know these vampires exist.

[Shadowblade]

Shadowblade:
Things that you are not allowed to do... Well, killing eachother is one. Unless, of course, the person owning the character you want to kill agrees.
You do get away with killing humans, but it's frowned upon as by doing so repeatedly you'll loose the tiny shreds of humanity you have left, and the Beast will take over more and more.

Actually, it's a really difficult question to answer. Do you have something specific in mind? You can always PM me, if you don't want to post your question in the thread.


As for how the clans are to interact with one another... Think of it a bit as high school, with all the different cliques. You're free to be friends with whoever, but there are schisms between certain clans, and alot of stereotyping.
Some of it will be explained in the clan descriptions given by devoshka in post #2.
As this is a free form RP, there are no goals etc, which means it's really open to your own imagination. We work together to move the story along. So, interacting with the others is really what you make it. Know what I mean?
But again, if you have somthing more specific in mind, do feel free to ask about it.

And as for your last question; they can as recently embraced as you want them to be. There'll probably even be some embracing done during the RP, as we'll have human character as well, and some of them may want to be embraced.

Excellent, that helps a lot. I've got a few more, and I'd prefer to ask in the thread if you don't mind so in case there's something someone else is wondering as well, you don't have to repeat yourself a million times :beer:

So, I was also wondering what exactly happens when a vampire is embraced? And what makes a vampire different than humans, except for the blood drinking?

[sapphireXclaws]

((In reference to the above post and my human, Edward is very, very smart. He knows things. ;) He knows about the Camarilla, through no fault of their own.))

[AtropaMandragora]

So, I was also wondering what exactly happens when a vampire is embraced? And what makes a vampire different than humans, except for the blood drinking?


When a person is Embraced, a vampire drains them of almost all of their blood, and gives them a little bit of their own. I'm not sure about the actual change though, as I've never actually seen it described anywhere. Keep in mind, I've only played the PC games, and not the actual tabletop game. And in the PC games, the newly embraced person just blacks out, and when they come to, they're a vampire. At least that's how it worked with Bloodlines, which is the game we're mainly basing this on.

What makes a vampire different from a human being is the usual stuff; they live forever (unless they get their head cut off, stroll out into the sunlight, or get trapped in a burning building or something... OR if they're completely drained of blood), they don't age, they're pale, their only physical need is to drink blood. They have superhuman strength, and supernatural powers called disciplines, all described in post #3.
That's what I can think of for now...



sapphire - It's up to you, but do keep in mind that if a vampire knows he knows, or if they find out that he knows, he'll be considered a threat. :)

[Shadowblade]

Perfect, that was all I needed to know. Thanks!

Oh, this'll be fun :P

[cherryp3]

ooc: *dance*
This is going to be so much funn~ Sorry for the spam but I simply had to express my excitement. :'D

*runs off to prepare a female human with an intense hatred of everything vampire*
Oh. Wait.

Really, 99% of non-ghoul/non-blood doll humans don't know these vampires exist.

o___o
Is it alright if my human woman knows if say...she caught a Toreador female seducing her lover, tried to kill her only to fail, and somehow connects that she might be a vampire?
Hee, or would you prefer them not know at all?

[Spoonerism_SC]

o___o
Is it alright if my human woman knows if say...she caught a Toreador female seducing her lover, tried to kill her only to fail, and somehow connects that she might be a vampire?
Hee, or would you prefer them not know at all?


Heehee, sounds like someone's already thought theirs out. :D

Don't worry everyone (don't know why you would, really) I've decided that my human will be merely human, and rather boring. Like me! xD

[trampledsneakers]

Yay! I can't wait. x] I am probably going to make a male human... I've got to work on his background/personality though. don't want all my characters to be too similar. And once you say so on Friday we'll be allowed to post our apps?

[AtropaMandragora]

cherryp3 - That's fine. :) I just said that because the Camarilla really do treasure their beloved Masquerade, and do anything to uphold it. People not knowing there are vampires is, after all, the essence of the Masquerade. ;)
So, just to clarify, I'm not saying none of the human characters can know there are vampires. There's still that 1% that do know. I was merely saying that the question regarding being embraced/a ghoul, in the app for humans, doesn't go hand in hand with the human characters automatically knowing there are vampires. :)



trampled - Yup. :) Looking forward to seeing him.

[cherryp3]

ooc: Oh, ok! Thank you for clearing that up Atropa. :]
Spooner: x] So I have. Hehe, there are still bumps, but hey. I've mostly got her written out.

[skylark]

Just letting everyone know that Esther will be joining in - will put together my app tonight. :)

Hmmmmm... are their guidelines as to levels of disciplines compared to age? Every game works differently so I was wondering if you had this or not... or if I missed it...

[AtropaMandragora]

skylark - Levels of disciplines and ages is addressed in post #3, before the looooooooong list os disciplines. :)

[devoshka]

Yay! I'm so glad you are joining Skylark! I love Esther....she's the perfect nosferatu.....I wish others would be nosi-s too, I really like them but unfortunately I don't think I'm capable at pulling one off :D Oh and I have internet *crosses fingers* but i don't wanna jinx it :P *claps and twirls around in happiness*

[skylark]

Yes, I really wish other Nozzies would join... Esther is always the only one. :( But hey, someone has to represent! ;)

Ahhhh - based on the Bloodlines computer game - that's why the disciplines have been so simplified! Man, I miss the Mask of a Thousand faces (a Nozzie's favourite friend & Obfuscate 3 in the table top). But I'll manage.

And without further ado - Esther's app (Sorry, heat is darn oppressive here and my brain is farting. So I'm going to "cheat" and copy my app from the previous RP).

Clan: Nosferatu
Name: Esther Rosenberg
Age: 605 (Elder)
Disciplines: Obfuscate (5), Potence (4), Animalism (3)

Bio:
Good evening! No need to jump, Neonate. I am one of your kind if you’d take the time to look before yelping. Who am I? Why Esther Rosenberg, of course. Ah… I can see by the look on your face that you don’t recognise the name – I suppose that I have not been to the Americas for quite some time, but Paris was getting tiresome. Yes, Paris. I know we don’t as a rule like to travel, but I tend to be an exception to many rules.

Why so jumpy? Oh – you really are a young blood aren’t you? Still changing? No, I’m not going to hurt you so you do not need to threaten with the return of your sire. Care for some company? Some idle chatter? It’ll keep your mind off the pain. Not in the mood for talking, huh? You wish to hear about me? I suppose I could tell you what it was like for me. When I was sired our clan was quite different to what it is like today. It was 605 years ago in a German town. I was the only child of a Jewish trader and our ilk was not welcome. One evening when my father was away and I was running errands I was attacked, violated and left in the street to die. Please, forgive the bitterness in my voice, but the memory is painful. But that was not good enough for my sire. He came to me, told me of how my punishment was fitting and then embraced me and abandoned me. I will never forget his only words to me, "Death is too good for you. Your punishment will serve for your kind." Yes, I went through the change alone. Yes, I had to teach myself what I was. Needless to say I left and tried to make my own way in the world – until I made the mistake of feeding on a Ventrue’s spy, which is when an enclave of our kind found me and bargained for my life with information. Yes, that is very different from today – although some I fear, still sire out of hatred. Me? No – I have never sired and probably never will. I find others Neonates more than enough to keep out of trouble.

I have travelled the world since. Information is our clan’s lifeblood and I make sure that it gets around. You know Shreknet? Never guessed an Elder was behind the modernising, did you? No – keeping to old ways and old methods won’t help us to survive. And it is so much quicker than waiting for someone like me to arrive like the Pony Express. Although it is best to visit places in person from time to time to keep an eye on things, besides which – I always follow the stars. Crazy? Perhaps, but some habits are hard to kill.

Why thank you. It is not often I am called kind. No, definitely not to the other clans! They see what they need to see. Most of them are stuck up gits who think they own the world. It’s good to remind them that they’re not. Besides – they think that we’re less, that we can be bullied because we are openly monstrous. *spits* Arrogant pigs! Worse than any of us. I will admit they are good for a bit of fun and information, now and again.


Ah look – there's your sire. Give him this flash drive and tell him to look at the file called “Obliette”. Yes. Some things are better delivered in person. But now I must go feed…

Other stuff: Since Esther is the only Nosferatu in the game so far, if nobody else wants it I would like to ask if Esther can be the acting primogen for the Nozzies until they find someone else suitable. It's not a role she would take permanently with her love of travel and unpredictable schedule (although we all know where she's going to be, this being an RP and all). It's not a role she would be too happy with so I would like her to only find out in RP if possible... (sometimes I am mean to my characters).

Also, Psyche, if no other Nosferatu join and you don't mind changing your friend's gender - Esther could be Carmilla's secret Nosferatu friend.

And finally, if anyone is wanting to play a Noz, but is intimidated by the clan - play a newly embraced Neonate. You are expected to get it wrong at first then plus the older Nozzies will help you out (even if its just me in game... or PMs if you want).

Picture:
A portrait of the original version of Esther (i.e. how I used to costume for her in LARPs - face putty is your friend).

http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o59/mhaward/Esthercopy.jpg

[AtropaMandragora]

skylark - Not sure what you mean. :) You want her to find out that she's the Primogen, in-game? If she doesn't want the title (i.e. if she doesn't take it herself), she'll be voted primogen by the other Nosferatu's. Not that it means you can't RP about it, but with the lack of other Nozzie's, you might have to RP about it alone? Or did you have something else in mind? :)


Oh, and by the way, GREAT APPLICATIONS EVERYONE. They're all so thought out. Good job.

[skylark]

LOL - well, her having just found out would be an interesting first post to get into character unless we all start in the same place. There is no way in heck Esther would want the title - she takes her ability to travel very seriously (unlike other Nozzies). She would begrudgingly take up the position as a temporary filler until she/the other Nozzies could find someone else - but it won't be happily. :)

Of course, there are other possibilities, if someone wanted to be the one to inform her. Could make for an amusing RP scene. But I am happy to just start off with an annoyed Esther in the first post.

[AtropaMandragora]

skylark - Sounds like a good scenario to me. :)

[Psyche_SC]

Skylark - Great! I thought of it before I read your suggestion. :) You can be Carmillas friend right away if you want to. Even if other Nosferatus join. She can always hook up with them later. ;)

[veldagia]

Great to see Esther again skylark.

Would the other Primogens have a say or be present at the counting of votes for the election of a Primogen? If so I’m happy for Mina to inform Esther that she has a seat. As Mina values her place on the council then it could make an interesting RP. :D Alternatively maybe the prince would inform people?

[AtropaMandragora]

Actually, choosing a Primogen would be a clan affair, although the Prince will probably have made it clear if he's got a preference. They are to act directly under him, after all.

But then again, I can't see why the Prince and the rest of the Primogen wouldn't be present when the announcement is made. And for the RP's sake, we can make it so that the Nosferatu leave their votes with the primogen council, instead of being upfront about what they voted. That way, Mina can be the one to make the announcement, having been picked by the rest of the primogen to do so, or even offered to do it herself?

[skylark]

:) Well, I know how it would have probably happened then. Esther probably made a blase comment about them mabe being able to use her if they needed to, expecting the rest of the clan to ask first.

And she probably wouldn't have been AT her clan's actual voting, not considering it that much of her business since shedoes not view herself as an LA vamp.

Not so much a lack of being upfront but a rather messy communication error.

Psyche - I want to leave it available as a possible hook for someone else maybe wanting to play a Nozzie since its nice to have a place to start. I can start Esther off without hooks if need be (alhough the primogen thing is a nice one), but someone else may need it. If nobody grabs it before apps close in however many hours then I will happily take it up. :)

[ElektraNatchios33]

Are we allowed to actually start roleplaying Friday? *jumps up and down excitedly*

[AtropaMandragora]

skylark - Okay, and since she's not at the actual voting, the Prince will send someone to contact her. He won't do it himself, because he's oh-so-very-busy ( ;) ) and has so many better, more important things to do. So, whoever was interested in being the messanger could go. And that would be Mina then, veldagia?

And yes, the Prince is an arrogant jerk. Like I said to Swift earlier; if y'all thought Adrien was arrogant... just wait. :D



Elektra - I'm not sure. So far, the only thing me and dev have discussed regarding Friday is increasing the character limit. I'll try and get a hold of dev.

[Psyche_SC]

skylark - That makes perfect sense. You've done this before, haven't you? ;) We'll leave it be, and see if anyone jumps at the occasion. :)

[cherryp3]

ooc: Ahhh, kind of hoping we don't start Friday... :[ I would hate to miss the beginning, and I don't think I'll be able to get on long enough to post anything tomorrow.

[AtropaMandragora]

skylark - Having read up a bit on the Primogen myself, there's one other likely scenario; the Prince may have picked Esther himself. Meaning, Esther has made her comment, the clan picks her up on that and forwards it to the Prince along with any other hopefuls. The Prince picks Esther, and sends one of the other primogen (Mina?) to inform her.
It's up to you which scenario you want to go with. Just wanted to give you options. ;)

[Garnet_SC]

Sneakers, likewise! Can't wait to see Vevila again as well. :D

But ugh, guys... There is no way I can get an actual application in until Sunday probably. I am writing this in a rush; I am so freaking busy moving into my first house right now. If it's okay I'll submit my app later and of course you guys can start without me. I'll jump in at some point.

If not, I will just watch from the sidelines. :(

[AtropaMandragora]

Garnet - Just copy your app from the previous RP, and then you can update it later? Just so that we'll have something. :)

[skylark]

Atropa - :) Oooooh - I like that! That sounds good. I must admit that I don't know anything about the Primogen.

Garnet - Yes, copy your app! I did it becuase my brain ws being uncooperative! I am really looking forward to all the characters from the old RP (and the new ones look really interesting too).

[devoshka]

I haven't spoken with Atropa yet on this, but yeah, Friday was just the deadline to when we would open it up to 2 characters per person. If that's the case and those of you that want more than one character are ready with your characters, the earliest I could see us starting would more than likely be late Saturday even Sunday our time (Atropa's and mine which is European) Maybe Atropa has a different idea to this but those were my thoughts. :P

Please Garnet just copy and paste! you can edit later with your disciplines etc :D

Also I wanna throw out there for anyone that would like to discuss anything with me, plot development or just wanna chat or ask questions, my AIM is devoshkas2c, feel free to add me, but if your u/n is different to here please tell me who you are in regards to here otherwise I'll deny you :P

[Garnet_SC]

Clan: Brujah

Name: Vahn Straus

Age: Neonate - 23 human years, 25 vampire years

Disciplines:
Potence - Level 1
Presence - Level 1

Bio: In life, Vahn was violent, brash, and cocky. He rebelled against his family, a college education, and a proper job because he didn't want to waste a single breath on mundane tasks. He wanted to live vigorously, to attain every personal desire before he inevitably met his death in 80-or-so years. He was always racing against the clock because the hours ticked away like they were mere seconds. He never thought he'd have enough time, enough fun, enough pleasure, enough of anything...

Until one night in the midst of a wild weekend in Los Angeles, that is. He befriended two males who worked at the tattoo and piercing shop where he was an apprentice; unbeknown to him, they were seasoned vampires belonging to the Brujah clan. He was embraced by the eldest one just after they locked up for the night in early 1982, somewhat against his own will. He craved the otherworldly strength but was also bound to humanity because of one single person--Ivy.

In the end, it was too late and he had chosen power over the woman who held his heart in her hand. The moment he came home to her after being turned, she rejected him and fled, leaving him without a trace. He would find her years later, engaged to another man, though they mysteriously did not live to say their vows.

Soon afterward, Vahn found a pile of ashes in one of the tattoo shop's back rooms. All that remained amongst the ashes was a shining pendant bearing the Brujah symbol, which had belonged to his sire. He tied it around his neck in remembrance and, no longer having ties to the City of Angels (he was finding that name more ironic by the day), he wandered. For 7 years he did not return, until finally something coaxed him back into the spider's web...

Links to Pictures:

1 (http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/4536/vahn1zq8.jpg)

2 (http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/69/vahn2xq7.jpg)

3 (http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/6867/vahn3el7.jpg)

4 (http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/5243/vahn4zc8.jpg)

5 (http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/8744/vahn5xr9.jpg)

[AtropaMandragora]

Great! *claps hands* Glad to have you with us, Garnet. :)




Alright guys, 3 more hours for apps, then we'll increase the character limit to two characters per person.

[devoshka]

Ok 1 hour left till we open the floodgates for more than one character, hope you all have been thinking up some ;)

[AtropaMandragora]

I'd like to add that I'm available on AIM as well, under the screenname DeepDarkSin. Won't be there tonight though, as I don't have AIM on my laptop, but I'll be around here, so you can still PM me if you have any questions. :)

[devoshka]

Ok everyone, it's now open to adding another character......Can't wait to see what you all have cooked up!

[Psyche_SC]

/// Rest in peace - Milo Burne Nye has been terminated. \\\

Clan: Malkavian

Name: Milo Burne Nye

Age: 57 minutes, or so. As fresh as they come.
(He's more of a "What the hell was that?!" than a regular Neonate. ;))

Disciplines: Auspex - Level 1 (Reveals the auras within a short distance. Lasts 20 seconds.)

Dementation - Level 1 (Hysteria.)

Obfuscate - Level 1 (Hide.)

But he has no clue what this is, or how to use them.



Bio:

As a human, Milo was quiet. But that didn't mean his mind was. The thoughts swirled around and he could enjoy his own company immensely. He tried to only talk when he had thought a bit about what to say. Sometimes other people understood, sometimes they didn't. It didn't bother him.
Milo liked to paint. Even if his paintings often were just a mix of colors and different shapes, no one was the same in his eyes. He also liked music. To Milo, music was energy. Another thing he was into, was details. Sometimes when he was reading a book, the letters symbolic nature took over and he would see them as a pattern rather than words in sentence after sentence. This was no help in school.

Milo was pretty smart though, and got bored easily with things beside himself. School was no challenge. Finding his first job was a piece of cake. Being an undead was a bit more tricky...

Although he worked with the dead, they were all very still and never talked back. Milo would listen to classical music as he cleansed the bodies, and imagine what kind of life the dead man or woman had when they were alive. Sometimes he would open their eyelids, like a curious kid, to see if the eyes really were a doorway to the soul. Or to just make sure they were dead. This was the only problem he had at work. It was an obsession of his. Like someone who looks more than twice to see if the stove is turned off, Milo checked the dead for signs of life. He didn't wish for them to be alive, his job didn't make him sad. It was just a compulsive behavior, a fear of being buried alive. And the more lifeless the body looked, the worse the behavior. His worst moment at work occured some months ago. They had to take care of a body that was real torn, and Milo was left alone for a couple of hours. He took his job very seriously, and was thorough. And remember; the details. Milo checked that body almost a hundred times. He poked the shoulder, checked under the eyelids and tickled the feets. He pinched the skin, turned the music up real loud and walked to the door to close it again and again from the outside. This, to make sure the body hadn't move the last time he looked at it. When his boss came back, Milo was exhausted.

Occasionally, Milo thought he was mad. But he never the less considered himself to live in the real world. This had never been questioned by him, until for about little over an hour ago. He walked in the morgue with his sandwich in his hand, ready to take care of the catch of the day. But he stopped a few feet from the door, as it closed behind him. He was not alone. Well, he never was in his line of work. But this time, he was not the only one standing up. And none of the other ones was his boss.
Bent over the body of a little girl in a pink princess dress with blood and tears, a young woman was standing in a cheerleader outfit. She was smiling, as she waved a plastic wand with a star over the girl, hitting her forehead as if she just cast a spell on her. Milo slowly lowered the sandwich from his mouth, but he didn't stop chewing. He tried to grasp the situation. And as if the young woman with the wand wasn't enough, further back in the room a young man was standing on a stretcher like he was using it as a surfboard. He held out his arms, bent the knees and looked like he was preparing for a big wave. All he had on was a pair of jeans with holes over the knees. The feet and the upper body was bare. Suddenly the woman reached out towards him with the wand and yelled "Kapow!". The man acted as if hit by lightning, and fell of the stretcher and hit the cold hard floor with a bang.

Milo was searching his head for an answer. He was a smart boy, he could figure this out. But nothing came to mind. He looked at the body of the little girl. The fact that the woman was having fun with her didn't amuse him. Dead people deserved respect. Or so he thought, until the little girl giggled and sat up on the stretcher. Milo dropped the sandwich on the floor, but he didn't run. Three heads turned his way. Milo still didn't run. He looked at the details. Their pale skin, something that had miraculously escaped him when he walked in. In here, pale people were the majority. He gazed into their eyes, looked at the raggedy nails on the womans hand, the scars on the mans stomach and the way the little girl was biting her lower lip at the point of bloodshed.

The next thing Milo knew, all three of them attacked him. Little did he know a Prince called Damian Alexander the third had appoved of these lunatics running loose in the morgue. They lacked finesse, but got the job done. Milos awakening wasn't pretty. It was in the dark, in the silence he thought was his companion. There was metal all around him, like in an incinerator he imagined. But no warmth. His body felt as cold as steel, just like the ones he spent his working hours with. And then, like in the center of the storm, Milos mind cleared up and he reailzed were he was. Right in the wall were he used to put the dead bodies. The silence broke, as he screamed, and tried to move. Then he could hear a sound. The giggle from the little girl, and a soft knock. This continued a bit. The scream, the giggle and the knocking. No one was letting Milo out, until he for no apparent reason tried to knock back. Then they pulled out his stretcher and all three of them was standing around him with a look on their faces as if they were going to say "Surprise!".

Surprise indeed. Milo was terrified as he learned he looked just like the lifeless bodies around him. And when he sat there on his stretcher, watching himself in the mirror as if he was getting to know himself again, the door opened and his boss walked in. The old man looked amazed, seconds before he burst into laughter. Insane laughter. And the three around Milo laughed aswell, just not as hysterical as his boss. Dazed and deaden, Milo didn't object when the little girl took his hand and they all walked towards the door. The bosses laugh echoed behind them, as they exited the morgue.

57 minutes after his embrace, Milo was still numb, trying to sort out all the impressions. He was walking the streets of L.A., among his new friends. Slowly he began to smile. Everything was starting to make perfect sense. The three around him. The world. Himself. And even the plastic wand in his hand.




Picture:


http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb309/PsycheStyx/Milo.jpg



-:- More pictures of Milo -:-
[ Milo 2 (http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb309/PsycheStyx/Milo2.jpg) ] - - - [ Milo 3 (http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb309/PsycheStyx/Milo3.jpg) ]

[veldagia]

[QUOTE=Atropa] b
And yes, the Prince is an arrogant jerk. Like I said to Swift earlier; if y'all thought Adrien was arrogant... just wait. :D

Aww Mina's in love already shes a sucker for arrogant b**** j/k *s*

Yes happy to get Mina shot as the messenger.

Now I have a dilema as to which of my human's I most want to play in this RP...

[Psyche_SC]

Edit:

Yeah. I've had some problems with Sims, with the pictures of the Malkavian and the Tremere. The game crashed, and I was so annoyed, because almost all pictures was gone. So I wrote here that it would take some time to complete my applications. But - I found the pictures. :dance:

So, that's the edit. I am not so high tech.... ;) I will try and get it all done as soon as possible. :)


(Carmillas pic is done, page 3. :))

[cherryp3]

Name:
Michael Hidenburg

Willingness to be Embraced:
Highly against it.

Occupation:
Pianist

Biography:
11:12:11 P.M. January 1, 1984 became the day that Michael Lemuel Hidenburg entered the world. He appeared healthy and happy. His complexion was pale as an alabaster moon, smooth as the skin of a porcelain doll. A full head of luxurious raven tresses spilled across his crown, and his eyes shone of the sky. Only, his family found themselves in quite a shock. The beautiful baby boy was not a beautiful baby boy. ‘He’ was a beautiful baby girl.
The Hidenburgs found humor in this mishap and kept the name of Michael as her first name, changing only her middle name. With that Michael Lemuel Hidenburg became Michael Lorraine Hidenburg.

As Michael grew, she found herself drawn into the realm of music. This was expected. Every member of the Hidenburg family possessed an unearthly talent for the piano. Michael became no exception to this rule. At the age of eight she began to play for German nobility. She was a must have icon at any prominent ball. In fact her popularity spread so that numerous noblemen from neighboring countries began to request her to play for them. Together, the Hidenburg family moved to France when Michael turned fourteen. It was there that she engrossed herself in competitions that pushed the limits of her skill, and there she met a young man who would become her best friend and rival rolled into one. Gaston Philippi.
The two went head to head numerous times. Not once could Michael defeat Gaston whose precise strokes outmatched her by a mere inch every time. The relationship between the two friends began to strain as Michael grew wearier and wearier of her loss. It seemed nothing could be done to prevent them from spreading their separate ways. That is, until Gaston professed his love to her.

At age nineteen Michael became engaged to Gaston, and together the two moved to England where they lived happily for one perfect year. The date of their marriage was right around the corner when Michael walked in on Gaston and an unnaturally beautiful vixen. Enraged Michael attempted to slaughter the woman with a butcher knife only to find that no matter how many times Michael stabbed the strange woman, she would not die.
Michael’s tussle with the woman pushed on into the earliest hours of the morning until the sun began to blossom over the horizon. In their brawl the drapes had been partially torn from their fixtures so that they hung limply, masking no light from the room. The vixen then did something that Michael never would have dreamed could happen. Screaming and wailing, she began to disintegrate until nothing was left of the beauty but ash.

The police came soon and arrested Michael for the slaying of her fiancé. For around a year they sealed her away in the loony bin for her rants about a vampiric woman sleeping with her husband. One day, though, Michael managed to escape and fled to America. There she kept her mouth shut, fearing that someone might lock her away again. Her nomadic lifestyle led her to L.A., where she sought out any job as a pianist that might be offered while secretly looking for any sign of vampires amongst the normality.
Her dream is to eradicate any vampire she crosses, particularly the Toreador, of which clan she suspects that deadly vixen spawn from.



Picture:
http://i19.tinypic.com/4v3kh3d.jpg

[devoshka]

Yay! These characters are looking good! I'll update the first post soon but eh I'm a bit lazy on that atm LOL Ooh this is gonna be a fun RP! :D

[devoshka]

Ok I thought I would post this to give you guys something to do, and it's fun to find out what clan YOU would belong to.... and it seems I'm a Malkavian O.O never woulda thought that was me LOL

http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/vamp/

[PennyTheCorgi]

Name: Ada Von Vita
Clan: Tremere
Age: Neonate (186 yrs)
Disciplines: Thaumaturgy (lvl 2), Dominate (lvl 1), Auspex (lvl 2)
Bio: Ada was the first childe of Celeste La Morte in 1821. In her human life she was in an
arranged marriage to a rich but coldhearted banker who, along with being 18 years older
then her beat her daily. Therefore, although Ada wasn't expecting to become a vampire she
welcomed her new life and celebrated by killing her husband. Not by feeding on him but by
literally scaring him to death.

(pic by *dark-spider @ Deviantart.com)

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v663/Corgiluvr/Last_Temptation_by_dark_spider.jpg

[ElektraNatchios33]

I got Ventrue....hmm.

[PennyTheCorgi]

LOL, I'm a Gangrel...:giggler:

[AtropaMandragora]

Toreador, baby! *lol*
No surprise there.

[trampledsneakers]

Name:
Alric Kasimir Reinard

Age:
The tender age of 23.

Willingness to be embraced:
A hug? I hardly know you...

Occupation:
Funeral Director. Yep, you heard right. Really it's a very lucrative profession. Although, admittedly, probably not suitable for everyone. There will never be a lack of demand for funeral directors, for obvious reasons, and the scarcity
of funeral professionals makes life hectic for the few available. Myself included. No, it doesn't gross me out to see corpses all day. And no, I am not some morbid lunatic. Although, the eye patch does often give off the air of lunacy...but I assure you, I am entirely sane. Most of the time. And I see nothing unnatural about working with the dead! They deserve a proper funeral, their due respect. Death is, after all, just another stage of life.

Biography:
I hate writing these. Brief biographies...that's an oxymoron if I ever heard one. They're so impersonal; just a series of facts that trail on and on, endlessly listing every detail from the first time you tied your own shoe to the last meal you ate. How can I possibly summarize myself in a pithy paragraph? I cannot. There are too many things about me, too many idiosyncrasies and oddities, too many normalities to name. Should I write that I'm intensely acrophobic? That I love nothing more than the smell of fresh-cut grass? That my stomach churns when I see crumbs covering a counter top, but it is steely in the face of a rotting corpse? That I am an utter anomoly as all individuals in the human race are?

I grew up well; my parents loved me well enough. I had a sister. Older than me, but only by a few years. I use the past-tense because she's not here any longer. Three days after my eighteenth birthday, we were attacked by someone. Something. To this day, the glowing red eyes are burned into my memory, seared across the fissures of my brain. It's raspy breathing, predatory stance. My sister's eyes. I was weak. Horribly, pathetically weak. All it had to do was take one swipe at me and I was unconscious. I can still hear the breeze rustling the autumn leaves in the trees above me, the strange silence that settled over the world. When I awoke, I had lost both the vision in my right eye and my dear sister.

So no. The eye-patch isn't just for effect.

Photograph:

http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a318/iconagedemon/alric2-2.jpg

http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a318/iconagedemon/alric2-1.jpg



((I got The Caitiff!! I am clanless! xD hahaha.))

[ElektraNatchios33]

Name: Sarah Chamberlain
Willingness to be Embraced: Willing to be embraced/ghoul for any clan, except Nosferatu
Occupation: Starbucks Barista
Bio: I came from a family of chefs, but I never really was one. My parents were dissapointed that I never went to culinary school, so I could continue on the tradition, but I never really liked the tradition. I left for UCLA (not culinary school) and came back that Christmas, only to find, my parents were in league with Vampires. I didn't believe them. I thought it was a prank, but then they showed me, and turns out my parents were their servants when I was at school. But whatever. I don't talk to them anymore. I would do anything to protect them though. Now i'm back at school, working at a Starbucks while getting my Journalism Major.

Picture:

http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/celebdatabase/reneezellweger/renee_zellweger1_300_400.jpg

[Psyche_SC]

Okay... :) I don't know why, but I got Malkavian in the test. I thought I would end up as a Gangrel.

[veldagia]

Application for human:
Name: Zillah
Willingness to be embraced (if so, by what clan) or a ghoul
Not right away but might be persuaded eventually
occupation: Financial Affairs and Business Representative
age: 23
bio: (subject to change)
Zillah ran away from home at thirteen years of age trading one miserable, unwanted abusive life for another. He spent two years selling himself and any substance he could get hold of on the streets until one day he was approached by a young man who saw in him the cunning and drive to prosper. Although he was only fifteen at the time Zillah knew that there was another world out there, just waiting for him to dive head first into like a bath of custard, and seized the opportunity.

At the man’s instruction he began making deliveries, small transactions for which he was profitably rewarded. Through the years he gained more influential and profitable work as he showed himself to be dependable and more importantly willing to do just about anything for the right price. His looks and charm soon drew others to him and he discovered, with the man’s firm guidance, a far more profitable business venture.

Zilliah now runs a team of girls who do most of the dirty work for him. Leaving him to reap the profits and spend his time haunting the streets of LA seeking out new thrills to push his desires to the limits. His position of Business Representative affords him a hefty salary and at twenty-three he relishes the rewards, a pad in the most exclusive district of town, fast cars, deluxe holidays, every dream he had made reality by the unending expanse of money. Which gives him the arrogance to believe that money or charm will acquire him everything he wishes.

He can be cruel, insensitive and violent to anyone who gets in his way. Yet Zilliah has a softer side, the child within him that sometimes fights to the surface, persuades him to give a coin to the beggar, to buy a meal for the hard-up girls. So he is often distortedly respected by the underworld of humans he haunts amongst.

Zilliah can often be found around town where he can be approached for the services of one of his girls. He doesn’t believe in vampires, they’re just some “sick freaks” who get their kicks a different way. Some of his clients like nappies others like to bite, its a wierd world out there. He himself can be bought for a hefty price, although often it is not money he craves but information.

Pic (just while I sort a better one my games platying up again...must stop downloading)...

http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u61/veldagia/vampire/Zillah.paint.jpg

http://images.quizilla.com/D/discoranger/1059958615_oulszillah.jpg



His name's an obvious tribute to Poppy Z Brite.
Hmm I got Tremere, not sure I like that.... :D

[AtropaMandragora]

I'm simply LOVING all these characters. And I can see Zillah will probably have a certain someone's eye on him, sooner or later. *LOL*

[skylark]

Hmmmm... the quiz says I'm a Gangrel. :)

*sighs* Still no love for the poor Nosferatu.

Actually just wanted to post to let everyone know that I updated Esther's pic to one of what the non-sim version originally looked like.

Ooooooh - second characters. Should I or shouldn't I.... Descions, descions.

[devoshka]

:D In about 6-8 hours we'll start the RP of course if there are still places available (which with humans there always will be) you are still more than welcome to join.

I just installed VtM and I was embraced by the Toreador clan and I've already died before completely my first assignment LOL oi I'm thinking I'm a bit more crazy than I thought :/

And Skylark, YES add another character! ;-) (if you have time of course LOL)

[Doddibot]

Hey everyone,

I know many of you remember the late Ada that I played in the last VtM RP. But you all killed her, so I'm not going to play. :disgust: j/ks :p

No, I'd love to play (perhaps a feline Gangrel girl with some razor-sharp nails - that clan is under-represented at the moment), but I'm just so busy that I don't it would be wise for me to join. I just feel compelled to put so much effort into the game and play to a high calibre, but I'm so, so, so terribly busy that I really shouldn't.

Sorry guys, I'm sitting this one out,

Doddy

[AtropaMandragora]

Doddidot - If things turn out to slow down for you, you're always welcome to join at a later time (provided there are open slots). It's free form, so people will be able to join whenever they feel like it. :)

[Doddibot]

Well, if it is still going in two weeks time, perhaps I might pay you all a visit. I can't see myself having enough free time before then though.

[AtropaMandragora]

Jacki - Siring several hundred vampires is... not a good idea. :) Each and every childe demands their time of tutoring, and vampires are very often picky about who they embrace. En elder should be wise enough not to embrace more than a maximum of 10 vampires, and even if he/she wanted to Sire more, I doubt any Prince would allow it. And Siring someone against a Prince's wishes will have both the Sire and the childe executed in two seconds flat. :)
Other than that, great app. :)

[Jacki_SC]

Heh, changed it to several, :lol:

[GeeWayrocks]

Human App.

Name: Lydia Jamison
Willingness to be embraced: Very willing, by any clan.
Occupation: No job, just graduated High School.
Short bio: Lydia is the oldest of 6 children in a poor family, with another on the way. Very few know that one of these is her own. Her father is an abusive drunk, so she will do anything to get away from her family. Her only comfort is her music, and being alone. She is a heavy believer in vampires.
http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u162/Sora446/goth-2.jpg

[Pandaness]

( Lol, I'm a Toreador. That was a fun quiz ^^ Everyone's applications are looking great! I can't wait to start! )

[AtropaMandragora]

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g313/Devoshka/banner.jpg


http://www.vintagestars.com/river/Test2/Night1.jpg


"The V" skyscraper, downtown Los Angeles:

The Prince had called the L.A. Primogen to a meeting. They were all gathered in his exclusive penthouse office, listening to one of his many and lengthy expositions on a matter "of great importance". The Nosferatu had been lacking a Primogen for some time, since the strange disappearance of their previous leader. No one seemed to know what had happened to him, not even the usually well-informed Nosferatu themselves. Or maybe it was just another one of their well-kept secrets. They did have a tendency to keep juicy little tidbits to themselves, until the right offer came along.
Nevertheless, it was time to appoint a new one. The Prince had recieved reports of who was willing to step up to the plate, and among those there was only one he'd consider. Esther Rosenberg. She wasn't exactly what he was looking for in a Primogen - she was older than him, even if it was just by a measly 25 years, and Damian preferred the members of his council to be at least a little bit younger than him. But she would do.

After finishing his drawn-out monologue, he finally leaned back in his chair, inspecting each and every face looking back at him. A few feet off to his left stood his Sheriff, his ever-present bodyguard. Rigid posture, unseeing eyes directed straight forward, almost like a statue. Until you made any sudden move towards the Prince. Then you would most likely find yourself missing a head.

"And so now to inform her of our decision", Damian said, gingerly tapping his fingertips against each other in an almost pensive manner.

"Our" decision might have been an exaggeration, because really, it had been his. As always, his tone of voice had made it clear to everyone present that he had no interest in objections. All he wanted from them at this point was their compliance.

"I would take care of the matter myself", he continued. "But I am afraid I have some other urgent business that requires my prompt attention."

Another exaggeration. This evening, there was not much else demanding his attention. He just simply didn't feel like seeking out the Nosferatu in their sewers and underground tunnels. If Esther wanted to talk to him about the decision made, and thank him for it, she'd had to send word for a place to meet, as he highly doubted she'd show her deformed face in his building.

"Any volunteers?" he asked, generously offering anyone the opportunity to further gain his favour.


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(((ooc: Everyone, please feel free to start RPing! :D Your character can be anywhere, except maybe the Primogen, whom I obviously took the liberty of placing with the Prince. *lol*

One thing though, and an important one; It's night time! An hour or so after sunset. :D )))

[veldagia]

Mina sat within the prince’s penthouse patiently waiting for him to get to the point. Her dark violet hair fell like waves around her face partially concealing the hard emerald glint in her eyes. She held her gaze steady staring slightly to the left over his shoulder so no-one would guess that her attention had wandered from his consumptive words.

She had caught the gist, a new Primogen was to be appointed for the Nosferatu, someone he felt was suitable to meet his needs. Still she did not argue, it would be a pointless gesture which would only have her loose what political favour she had and she had worked hard to get this seat.

And so now to inform her of our decision", Damian said, gingerly tapping his fingertips against each other in an almost pensive manner.

The drumming of the fingertips snapped her attention back to the room. Her glare strayed to the solid form of the Sheriff a constant reminder that they must behave. Although even he wouldn’t stand a chance if all members coerced an attack at once. It had been done before, but Mina rather liked Damian, as arrogant as he was at least it was upfront and not the hidden conceit of some vampires.

"I would take care of the matter myself", he continued. "But I am afraid I have some other urgent business that requires my prompt attention. Any volunteers?" he asked.

Mina nodded silently raising her eyes to meet Damian's. Once she was sure she had his full attention a slow smile spread across her face like the rising sun melting an iceberg. “I would be happy to make the Nosferatu’s acquaintance and inform them of our decision.”

It was a blatant exaggeration of all terms used but still it should be just enough to secure herself a discrete meeting with Esther before a Primogen council was called. It was an easy task once you’d traced through the sewers to wherever they made their lair. One of the ghouls could do the tracking she would just have to make the journey once to be seen to attend in person.

“Unless anyone would raise an objection?” Mina’s eyebrows raised as her eyes hardened to crystalline orbs once again. By anyone she meant the prince alone yet she would play these word games all night long if the end met her desires. As when all was said and done the Prince was in power so for now he commanded her loyalty.

((LOL I think I switched from Damian to Prince several times there - what would you have us call him

Also at the moment I think there's only 3 Primogen will the other clans be voting?))

[PennyTheCorgi]

Added a pic for Ada. :D I'll try to RP later tonight.

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: veldagia - We have a Brujah Primogen on the way (Cade), and Damian will be the Ventrue Primogen in lack of another Ventrue Elder. If someone enters with one and accepts to position, we'll just make it so that Damian held the Primogen title while the real Primogen was off in another city doing whatever. Because really, being the Prince AND the Ventrue Primogen is... a handfull. *s*

We still don't have any Gangrels at all, nor a Malkavian Elder, so... I guess, if the situation calls for it, we'll just make them NPC's for now.

*edit* Actually, scratch that. I forgot Victor is an Elder. We'll ask GJPrentice is she wants him to be the Primogen.

As for what to call Damian; both work, but when adressing him, "Sir" would be appropriate. However, if the Primogen chose to address him by his first name, he'll allow it, but that's it. Everyone else is to address him "Sir" or "Mr Alexander". Otherwise he'll get grumpy. ;) *LOL*)))

[Psyche_SC]

((( ooc: Atropa - What about the Malkavian primogen? We're only three. And even if they're crazy, they're not crazy enough to pick poor 57 minutes old Milo. :spin: So it's only down to two. Could one vote of one self? Otherwise it's just up to Milo vote...? :hmm: )))

[veldagia]

The wind whisked through his hair drawing a single long strand the colour of snow topped sand dunes across his deep berry lips. One moon tinted hand reached up and brushed it absentmindedly away tickling slightly against his moist mouth. He turned to look down the street jade eyes glinting through the night, focusing on a building up front.

As if on cue a middle-aged business man came out of the hotel dressed in a sharp pinstripe suit, gold designer watch gleaming under the streetlight, advertising his wealth to anyone who cared to prowl the dark streets. He looked around shiftily, red bulbous face glowing in the dark, tucking his shirt firmly in place and straightening his tie before striding onto the pavement, a slight gleeful wobble to his walk.

Zillah steeped forward out of the shadows. A stern smile glued to his androgynous face, top lip crinkling almost into a sneer as a look of shock and recognition registered in the startled mans eyes. He advanced quickly as the man backed away, not even bothering to conceal the jet black pistol he clenched in one hand, no-one around here would care if another body plagued the gutter. Squeezing gently his finger caressed the trigger sending one shot ringing out in warning, sailing past the man’s shoulder to imbed itself neatly in concrete.

“You know the rules.” Zillah’s voice oozed out sweet as honey, “I don’t think the initial payment really covered the services rendered now, did it.” His head cocked to one side like a crow spotting the crown jewel. They never learnt, if they were upfront from the start then it wouldn’t have to be like this. He had eyes and ears in this hotel, it was why it came highly discounted to his clients, to ensure he was never cheated out of what he was owed.

The dark stench of sweat and corruption leaked from the man’s pores like a sewage spill. He spent only a brief second considering his options before he hastily began searching through his pockets, bubbling aimless excuses as he found his wallet. Drawing out a thick wedge of notes he shoved them towards Zillah nervously. “Here take it.”

Zillihs eagle orbs focused on the notes, mentally taking count in a flash of deep emerald. Then long golden lashes fell over his lids, half closing as a serene smile blew over his face. “Go.” He ordered the single word filled with dark menace as he pushed the notes into the pocket of his long black trench coat.

He turned dismissing the man from his presence but hearing no echo of steps retreating he spun back round a whirlwind of leather and fur. “Bang”, he shouted voice booming down the empty street as the pistoled hand drew to his waist showering the pavement with a scatter of coins like golden shrapnel.

The man leapt into the air with fright, dropping his wallet to the floor, notes gusting around in the wind, dancing through the air like autumn leaves. As he bent to the floor, grovelling on his knees in an attempt to gather his lost possessions an angry utterance springing forth from his lips. “You think its funny to scare an old man, could’ve given me a heart attack. You sick, f***”.”

Zilliah threw his head back, a low rumble of laughter bouncing from his cupids to the concrete walls as it filled the street with a demonic echo. Once again he turned the gun neatly concealed away into folds of leather and fur. This time leaving the man behind for good as he surveyed the night looking for a good place to haunt and burn off the easy cash.

Spotting the welcoming gloom of The Haven night club a slow smile spread over his face. It looked just the place. He entered nodding once to the door staff, a polite acknowledgement that he would be on his best behaviour, as he threw them his gun. “I expect it back when I leave.” He grinned as the light danced off the thin purple streaks in his hair giving him a kaleidoscope presence.

“JD’s on the rocks.” He ordered as he slid onto a seat at the bar like a panther stalking the territory. There were some interesting looking folk out tonight. He turned to face one specimen and gave them an appraising look up and down, interest glinting like daggers across his moon-dusted face.

((Sorry its long - anyone can be one of the interesting looking folk (male or female) :D

Atropa I hope his entrance into the Haven is OK I presumed humans were allowed and there would be door staff and he wouldn’t be allowed any obvious weapons etc. – Let me know if it needs amending))

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Psyche - There's no voting for Primogen, OOC. If your character meets the requirements (being an Elder), all you have to do is tell us that you want to be the Primogen. However, the only Malkavian that meets the requirements at this time is Victor/GJPrentice. I've PM'ed them to ask if they want the title.

veldagia - Haven't read it all yet, but from what you're saying, it sounds fine to me. Oh, and yes, The Haven is part of the Masquerade, so humans are more than welcome.)))

[Psyche_SC]

((( ooc: Atropa - Okay. That makes sense. :) Thanks för the info. )))

[innoscenteyes]

ok i think i am lost reading this, but i think i am going to read it again and if i understand i am going to put my app in.

[AtropaMandragora]

Surprisingly, few of the Kindred before him seemed to jump at the chance of running this errand for him. The only direct response he got was from Mina. Mina, of the cunning and deceitful Tremere. Damian didn't trust them. Well, frankly, he didn't fully trust any member of the council, but the Tremere were among those he trusted the least, with their spells and their blood magic. And their so-called experiments. The tales he'd heard... It almost made him shiver.
Almost. He wasn't really one to ever show himself effected by anything, which was one of the reasons why he was the Prince in the first place.

His eyes locked with Mina's as she gave a slow nod, a vague smile gracing her lips.

"I would be happy to make the Nosferatu’s acquaintance and inform them of our decision," she said, only to have the smile fade as she raised her eyebrows questionly - or was it daringly - and added; "Unless anyone would raise an objection?"

Damian glanced over at the other Primogen, to see if anyone would indeed dare to protest. He was well aware that Mina's words probably hadn't exactly been directed at them, but at himself, but he wasn't going to act as if that was even a possibility. If there had been any cause for him to object, he simply wouldn't have offered anyone to pass on the message to the Nosferatu in the first place. He simply would've chosen one of them himself.
But this way was more useful. It showed who was eager to please him, and thus, who he should keep a close eye on. The ones eager to please were the ones most likely to be scheming behind his back.

"Very well", he said as if that all settled it.

His gaze once again landed on Mina, and he offered her a smile holding no more warmth than a block of ice.

"Give the Nosferatu my regards."

[devoshka]

Jaden trudged up the stairs to her small dark studio apartment after a long day at the restaurant. As she was unlocking the door she heard the phone ring. Quickly opening the door, she rushed to the phone stepping over piles of clothes and dirty dishes. "Hello?" she said slightly out of breath. After listening a few minutes, her face fell. "No, it's ok, just gotta keep trying!" interjecting a forced laugh. She small talked a minute longer and hung up. "AAAAAHHHHHH" she cried, kicking at anything that was in her path. "Fucking hell! The part was so mine! I was so much better than those other blonde bimbos they had there! How dare they say I wasn't 'original' enough!" Jaden continued to mutter as she made her way to the kitchen, pausing a moment to slam the front door shut.

She got in the kitchen and reached into the cupboard for a glass. Finding none, she took one out of the pile of dishes that were piled in the sink. Rinsing it out, Jaden went looking for her gin bottle. Not finding it in the kitchen she put the glass down and went into the other room throwing clothes everywhere looking for the bottle. Finally she located it buried under the wadded up bed sheets.....empty. "Shit! Just when I need a drink too! I need to get out of here and find a guy who'll make me forget I'm 'unoriginal'!" Searching through the piles, she finally located what she wanted to wear. It was a tight, asset revealing black dress. Slipping it on, she smoothed it down over her hips. "There! Let's see if any man can resist this!" She went back to the door and put on her hooker high black stilletos. Jaden double checked to make sure her fake ID was in her purse before she headed out the door. As she was locking the door, she thought of where she should go. "My friend mentioned a club the other night, saying it was off the hook. Now what was it again......" Jaden dug her cell out of her purse and tried to reach her friend. 'Strange....I haven't heard from her in a couple weeks and we used to talk every day,' she thought. Suddenly she remembered the place that she had mentioned. "The Haven!" she cried as she ran down the stairs, meanwhile calling a taxi to pick her up to take her to the club.

[Kakashi_Hatake_SC]

Spirit slipped his sunglasses down a bit as he began to sense that night was near, he was glad. He needed to feed it had been a few days and he was getting rather antsy, he slipped on a red silk shirt and tight black leather pants. He then sat down at a chair near his door and tugged on some stylish black boots, he then stood and checked his apartment once more before leaving. He stepped out and into the street, and like he had for nights before he headed towards the nightclub called "The Haven". Spirit grinned to himself, he knew he'd find someone there. He licked his lips in anticipation of the sweet taste of Viate hitting his lips.

[GeeWayrocks]

Catherine runs a brush through her hair very quickly, before tying it bakc in a loose ponytail. She checked her outfit in the mirror - black tube-top, leather mini-skirt and knee high boots. She lets her long hair out of the ponytail. She slips on her leather jacket and ran to her taxi. She needs some action, and she was sure to pick up some eye-candy in this outfit. She gets out in front of a club; The Haven

[Psyche_SC]

#1

Yet again Carmilla followed Seath around like a little puppy. She hated it, but concealed it well under a soft, soft smile. Seath thought she had come around, and accepted his relentless lead. When he spoke to her, Carmilla always played the role of an innocent and grateful apprentice that knew a great deal but owed it all to her Sire. She did owe him, but she didn't think she owed him her life. The rest of eternity, as it was.

In order to cope, Carmilla used to daydream. She could wander so far away she sometimes seemed almost mentally gone; the eyes empty and the soul hollow. And when he took her out she would watch everyone around them, when Seath was unaware, and imagine being free to talk to whom ever she choose. But she was not. And when reality hit her, like a ton of bricks right into her dead heart, she would feel like she'd abandoned all hope. Sometimes... Silently, like she almost didn't dare to admitt it to herself, Carmilla wished for anything to set her free. If it we're not another vampire or human, even if humans had nothing on Seath, death would do. Death would be a blessing.
Her Nosferatu friend was the only one who knew of her cage, and the only one that could ease her mind at times. Carmilla could dream of walking out into the daylight, that one last time. And then be gone from the world. But there was a light at the end of the tunnel. She had a friend. Yes. But she was also a Tremere. She belonged to the blood magic clan that was a mystery to every other clan, and when she had that perspective she felt almost happy. Free. And a bit sinister. Her very first love was not a human, nor a vampire - but her vampiric powers. When she first got acquainted with Thaumaturgy, she wept. That's how much beauty and grace she saw in it. And the warlike dread it could cause, that too brought joy to her sorrows.

This night, Seath had brought Carmilla to The Haven. Among vampires aswell as humans, he still dressed her like she was a Toreador, but a bit more modest. She was just happy to be free from the corsets he made her wear. They hurt her and she was glad she didn't depend on air, because she was sure she wouldn't get any as hard as the corsets were laced.

As usual, Carmilla let her eyes wonder. When Seath turned away from her, looking for someone or having a conversation she was not to take part in, Carmilla slipped away in her mind. Her eyes met the bartenders, but she looked away. He felt menacing to her, in a way that affected that which was still human in her. And as a human, Carmillas eyes were always on the ground. Maybe there was no god or devil, but when she grew up she was ceratin there was, and that doesn't all go away in 275 years or so.

Her eyes came to a standstill when she saw the young man at the bar. He had a charm and a look about him that seperated him from the rest. He looked like he knew the ways of the world, even though he was a mere human. Atleast, that was Seaths words for it. "Mere humans...", he would say in a condescending tone of voice. But Carmilla found this one attractive. And she could tell he surely wasn't the boy next door, and although she probably never had met a boy next door she felt it was of no interest. This man, on the other hand, with his glass of JD, intrigued her.

But when he suddenly locked eyes with her, if just for a second, she became almost frightened. It felt too intimate, although they were just looking at each other. Carmilla tightened her grip around Seaths arm, and turned her eyes to the floor. She felt as if it was upon her face to read, that someone had caught her eyes. If Seath only knew.



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((( ooc: veldagia - I hope this is okay...? :) This is my first RP ever, so I happily take advices. :nod: )))

((( ooc: Just a little information: Seath is a NPC. He's Carmillas Sire and he never let her out of sight. The Nosferatus identity is not decided yet. )))

[innoscenteyes]

name: Beyonca (Bee)(no last name)
Clan:Venture
age: Ancilla 275 years old.
disciples: Dominate level 3, Presence level 3

Biography: At the age of 18 Beyonca was turned. She was raised in a loving home. She was engaged to a handsome man and hated the fact that she would never had the life she wanted. She now is a vampire who satys to herself but is know to let her mind wounder to human men species. they fasinate her. She is often scolded by other vampires. Everyone tells her that her curiosity will get to her and she will have to be punished. She promises her self often she will only watch and never touch .It isnt her world. She constatly fantisies in her head what would happen if she did.
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If anythinf needs to be changed tell me. I hope it is alright. I am goingt o try my best because i still dont know what I am suppose to be doing.

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: innoscenteyes - I take it you mean Ventrue? :) )))

[innoscenteyes]

ahh yes i do i will change that now. thanks
*ok i fixed it. lol.*

[Psyche_SC]

((( ooc: innoscenteyes - I am new at this too. You will figure it out. :) )))

[innoscenteyes]

can i start?

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: innoscenteyes - Go right ahead. :) )))

[innoscenteyes]

tank you:)

[veldagia]

The woman who caught Zillah’s gaze was nothing short of stunning with sleek ebony hair and skin as delicate as brushed porcelain. Elegant and modest unlike the cheap tarts that often frequented these places. Two a penny to have them dripping off his arm like pieces of fashion jewellery, easily discarded once their novelty wore off.

He allowed his eyes to linger a second too long locking with hers as though tendrils enwound around them binding their gaze together and his lips broke into a crimson razorblade smile. A second later her gaze fell shyly to the floor and only then did he notice the man whose arm she clung on to as though someone might rip her from his side. A guardian or a boyfriend? Both would be difficult to get rid of, but not impossible.

He toyed with the idea of inviting her to dance. Just waltzing up to her and ignoring her companion. But such actions would be rash and foolish and though bold Zillah was not a man on a suicide mission. Other nights perhaps, a drink or two would have dulled his head, wiped the worries and cares from his brain. But tonight he wished for some serious fun and that didn’t entail risking a broken nose.

So instead Zillah tilted his glass slightly letting the warm amber liquid slosh against the sides in a gesture of appreciation and acknowledgement. Pale hands guided the glass firmly to his mouth as he took a deep sip relishing the deep burn warm through his cold chest. His eyes never straying from holding her in his intense jade gaze, he curled one black lacquer tipped finger over beckoning her to come towards him.

((Psyche its wonderful - don't worry :D Thanks for the additional info re the NPCs. I’m very happy to have a Tremere notice him *s*.))

[innoscenteyes]

Bee just sat in the shadows of an alley. She was on a firescape watching a couple in the flirt and kiss. The man was a handsome man. In his 30s with just a little rougness to his face. He looked like hard working man. Not one of those pretty boys with smooth as silk hands, but one who worked with his hands. Hard dirty work. Bee could tell he was playing games with the young girl. He knew what he was doing. Saying all the right things to her and she was eating all up. Poor girl Bee was thinking. She will soon be in bed woundering where he had run off to. Such dim witted women these days. Thinking men were here for a long run with them. It made Bee sick to think of it. All thought she wished the man was a dark creature like her. She would get a taste of him heself. But i mustnt touch. Beyonca had been worned enough throught her years. She knows she worries the others that she might slip. Might get involved, but she never does. It gets hard sometimes exspecially with men that look like him. It seemed he would fit more in to the Treador clan. Not my clan. Venture is much to classy for him. He wouldnt fit at all. Bee barely fits into the clan. But she is a humble person. Stays to herself and acts in the approprate manner.
I wounder who the knew humans would be at The Haven. There is always someone new to watch there. Most imporatantely I wont get introuble for interacting with humans as long as I dont let them know what I am in any way.
Arriving at The Haven she nodded to the dorman. She has changed in to a Black dress with black pumps. That outfit always goes well with her long wavey black hair and her eyes standout no matter what she wears. She walks to a table near the back and watches. So many new faces she stares at them intentavely. Some are plastered already and it hasnt been dark long. She saw Carmilla on the arm of Seath. The Tremere clan she thought. AN odd bunch she thought. Always acting sopisticated. They all probably were librarians or professors before they died. The thought made her laugh.
Well heres a new specimen. she sat up. She looked up at the bar and saw a man standing there looking at Carmilla, asking her to come to him. Well that is intersting, hes human. With a chuckle she sat back in her seat. He has no idea what he thinks hes doing.

[Jacki_SC]

Cade pursed his lips. His hand traced down his thigh and he knelt with both hands pensively on each knee. The collective group had been called together and were discussing the absence of a Nosferatu Primogen with none other than the Prince, the man of highest order, who had complete power and control over every one of them. Even he. His faithful guard standing sterdy and silent beside him, like a trained dog, eager to pounce on any one guest at the Prince's demand. This was the first time that Cade had been called to headquatres for any matter. He watched disdainfully as one of the fellow vampires Mina, as she humbled herself before the Prince and fulfilled his request to deliver the message to the selected Nosferatu vampire Esther. Beneath his skin he felt a crooked smile brew. Like trained dogs, he thought with a cackle, letting the smile seep slowly to the surface. But he was quick to remove it completely. Even he knew that any hint of sarcasm, a hint of any objection, would result in his death. And he hated it. However, he couldn't allow this woman, however great her powers be, take that responsibility without the help of an experienced combatant, if need be.
"Give the Nosferatu my regards." Said the Prince, an undertone of mellowed approval.
"Surely my Prince, this woman, however great, cannot deliver this message on her own." He watched as Mina gazed wrathfully towards him. But he was confident and assured. He stood slowly, meeting Mina at her stance, and clasped his hands behind his back securely, raising his head. Not to show any disrespect. Or at least, not intentionally.
"I have great experience with the Nosferatu kind and am unhindered by their qualities. I can assure you that my fighting skills might be needed for this task, considering she will be walking their grounds alone... it is a dangerous place-" Only his eyes flashed over to Mina, who was snarling ungratefully at his words.
"- even for you. I feel it would be a mistake to send her alone." The Prince pressed his forefingers together in consideration, leaning back slightly in his chair. Cade's eyes returned over to him, his body unmoved, not even a flinch. He felt it was his chance to proove his worth. Be as it may, at the order of someone else. He hoped that his suggestion would be recieved with ease.

[AtropaMandragora]

Valerian had awoken hours before the sun set, with an overwhelming feeling of inspiration tugging at his mind, forcing him out of bed and over to the canvas by one of the large windows. As always, it was ready for him; blank, empty, just waiting for him to fill it with the visions constantly running through his mind. It wasn't an uncommon thing; for him to wake up feeling inspired. In fact, it was probably the most common way. But he still cherished every single moment of every time it happened. It made him feel alive, and although he wasn't one of the Kindred bored with the prospect of living forever, he was one of the constant thrill-seekers, always looking for that rush. And creating something, sharing something that had burned itself into your mind... There was no other rush like it.
Intimacy came close, but at the same time was all too different to even compare.

Sounds coming from downstairs made him realize that dusk had finally arrived, and with it came all the regulars and other patrons looking for a night out. Many seeking company, others simply seeking the sweet bliss of intoxication. And others yet, seeking him.

He really should go downstairs. In fact, he would. In a minute. Right now, he simply couldn't tear himself away from the painting, from the warm embrace shared by two lovers. It was such a cliché, and he knew Claudia would taunt him for it, but he didn't care. If he didn't get it out of his system, he would simply burst.
Another hour passed without him even noticing, and the soft thumping rythm from below had been completely blocked out from his mind. Until it suddenly stopped. The unexpected silence brought him out of his trance, and as he lowered the brush he realized why the music had stopped. It was time for the live performances.
Hurriedly he wiped the brush and his hands clean with a soft piece of no-longer-white fabric, and started looking around for something to wear. The live performances was one of his main reasons for running this place. He thouroughly enjoyed watching musicians, any musicians, perform. At The Haven, everyone got a chance. At least once. There were occasions when the "musician" simply butchered what would've been a lovely tune. Those people never set foot on that small stage ever again.
But then there were those that really knew how to play, and on top of that there were those that knew not only how to play, but how to actually perform. Word had it that one of tonight's musicians, a young lady pianist, was one of them, and so Valerian had no intention of missing it.

Within ten minutes he'd showered and gotten dressed. He'd even managed to get his hair somewhat dry.
Leaving his bedchambers/art studio, he made his way past the VIP lounge, and started descending the stairs. Even before he'd reached the bottom people were greeting him - nodding, waving, smiling. He was well known, not only for owning the place, but for always seeming to be there, and for always being approachable. He wasn't a snob, he never dismissed anyone. Everyone was welcome at his table. He always had the time to chat and socialize, with regulars and newbies alike, and his genuine smile and soft manners had a way of making everyone feel comfortable around him.

As he made his way over to his usual table he was quickly joined by a couple of the regulars, including a beautiful blonde. Melody. One of his ghouls. Apparently she'd been waiting for him since the doors had opened. Needing her "fix", no doubt.
Smiling he brushed his thumb affectionately over her rosey cheek and whispered in her ear, urging her to wait just a little while longer. He wanted to watched the live music performances. Then, he promised, he'd give her what she wanted.
She seemed to settle with that, and after sliding into the booth inched closer to him, putting his arm around her shoulders and resting her head on his.
Valerian didn't mind. The other regulars, Kindred especially, knew that he was still approchable, should they have an offer they thought he might be interested in.

While waiting for the first live act to begin, he let his eyes roam the club. Any new faces were soon discovered, and curiously studied. Ever the mingler, he was always interested in making new aquaintances. And tonight, there seemed to be quite a few candidates. Over by the bar, two Kindred that he had yet to meet. And not far from them, a young attractive male. A mortal.
And last but not least, just stepping through the doors was another mortal; a young beautiful blonde.
Valerian smiled vaguely to himself. All equally interesting, but for different reasons. The Kindred because they were... well, Kindred. But not only that. The man was being so protective of the woman by his side, and she seemed so submissive. It was an odd thing to see. Most Kindred carried themselves with confidence, and came off as strong, independant beings. But not this one. Hmmm...
As for the male mortal; there was something about him that made Valerian's gaze linger. He often took his time studying a new face, but on this one his eyes came to rest for a long time, even for him. He was an attractive man, and he certainly appealed to Valerian's taste, but there was something else beyond the good looks. Something that further enticed him. What was it? The danger in his eyes? His confidence? The way he seemed to not shy away from trouble, but rather welcome it with open arms?
There were many mortals who tried to pull off that look, but unlike most of them, this one succeeded. And he didn't even seem to be trying. It actually seemed genuine.
And then there was the young blonde, who piqued his curiousity simply because she had a look of determination on her face. Determination to find some distraction from whatever it was that troubled her. Or to simply be someone else's distraction.
And with an look and outfit like that, she would hardly fail.


(((ooc: Dev - I took the liberty of having Jade just arrive. Hope it's ok? She WAS going there, so... :D )))

Also, Claudia would be his Ventrue business partner/lover. She's still up for grabs, it simply got tedious calling her "the Ventrue female". *lol*)))

[ElektraNatchios33]

Jessica sat, not paying attention to anyone. She never liked these meetings. They were boring. She would rather be at the Haven, partying it up. Having a few drinks with her friends, that sort of thing. Mina started to talk. She disliked Mina. She never knew why. The coffee at her internet cafe was good though. A Iced Latte always soothed her. Topped with chocolate. Her stomach started to growl. Then Cade started to make his point. She saw Mina sneer at him. She suddenly tuned in.
"Surely they both want to go to the Nosferatu. Just send them both."

[Psyche_SC]

#2

Carmilla could not help but noticing the young man beckoning her to come. She could not help it, because her eyes strayed towards him although she tried to remember her place. It would have made her blush, had she been of his kind. Instead, the self-consciousness could be dimly seen in her eyes.

She slightly remembered the warmth that ran through a human body, when something like this tickled ones fancy. As a vampire, the emotions were a bit different. She could feel her vampiric senses sharpen. It was like she was drawn. It was forbidden, like everything she really wanted. But this time, it was like this was it. Not only was this a charming young man that she felt drawn to, something also told her he could be more than easy on the eye. A boy next door could not. But he was still a human. Seath left the human race so long ago, he could hardly remember what it was like. Carmilla, being more human than him in her ways, could feel for the humans. It was confusing, since she belonged to a clan that bent the will of others if needed. And here she stood, very interested in the will of the young man. Seaths only reason for handling humans with some what care was the Masquerade. Without the rules they would all soon perish in the sun. Had it not been for the Masquerade, Seath would gladly destroy the likes of the young man. All for looking at his precious Carmilla. He loved her, in his own demented way.

Carmilla was considering her options. What could she do to accomodate the mans beckon? As she contemplated, she noticed the Ventrue woman noticing her. Oh, the fright. Carmillas eyes instantly turned to the floor. What if someone made Seath aware of what she was doing? She could trust no one, even though she was not sure who was loyal to Seath and who was not. She had no idea if people knew about Seath and her bond. Telling the Nosferatu was a huge step, and the situation at hand was a incredible risk. She felt numb. What curse lay upon her? What did she do back in Prauge that earned her this damnation? If Seath became furious with her, there was no telling what he would do. He travelled the world, he knew of such dark places that Carmilla was scared even thinking of it.

Again, she glanced in the young mans direction. The Haven felt nothing but.



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((( ooc: veldagia - Thank you! And right back at you! :) I am glad the additional info is helpful. I was thinking that we can't all remember details in everybodys bio's. So I will try and add infomation like that, so you don't feel you have to go look the bio up. :)
Man, I don't wanna leave the RP, but I have to sometime soon because of work tomorrow... :hmm: )))

((( ooc: innoscenteyes - I hope it's okay that Carmilla notice Bee? :) )))

((( ooc: Additional info - Prauge is where Carmilla was embraced by Seath in 1732. )))

[cherryp3]

The arrows glimmered as they drifted up to the top of the screen, so matted and tangled with one another that the flickering hues might have been some sort of drug-induced hallucination. Each piece contained a sort of puzzle within it. A hidden pattern to be broken apart like a code. The excitement of unraveling something down into its purest elements and the rush brought from the bowels of the hypnotic beat was what spurred Mihael to beat his own record again and again and again. Not once in the past month had he gotten anything aside from Perfects marching down the screen. It was as if the rhythm of the music wove itself into his legs and allowed him in move like liquid around the dance pad. As though some godly force guided him to a guaranteed victory…

A pale hand unscrewed the cap of the bottle in his hand, and the orange sugar-water slipped down his throat as he tossed back his head to down the drink. Beside him, a nerdy young boy let out a sound that might have been a gasp of astonishment. Mihael couldn’t be sure. His ears only heard the pulsation of the music and the pounding of his own feet.
Again his eyes met with the screen so that he might process the next steps. Thirty-second notes. Up, left, down, right. In a split second he was turning 360 degrees about the pad, his mind filled with that song so that each light tap in the proper direction met with a new string of ‘Perfect’s flying across the screen. By then, his usual crowd had accumulated, though as time went on it seemed less and less people grew fascinated with his ability. Not that Mihael really cared. He never sought admiration from others. He didn’t care for dancing and wasn’t particularly interested in music. But, something about the flashing lights and the thrill that washed over him…something he never seemed to feel since he was embraced, called to him each time he moved.

When the song abruptly stumbled to a halt, Mihael found himself oddly surprised. Though this look resigned itself from his features shortly, and he reached into his pocket for another set of quarters to feed the gluttonous machine only to find nothing but a wad of lint at the base. The others gathered around him looked expectantly at the slight young man, who did nothing but give a small shrug and hopped off the side of the machine.
As he walked away, he braced himself for what might happen next.
“Hey! Jonas!” a vaguely gruff voice barked, and a disinterested glance back found the same metalhead that had been trying to get him to speak to him all week. “Come on, kid! Why don’t you ever say anything? You a mute, or just a snob?”
“Jonas” held up two fingers, his only response to the boy’s question. The other boy flipped Mihael a bird without hesitation and yelled something about a ‘cock-sucking motherf**ker’ as Mihael exited through the door.

Mihael heaved a heavy sigh as the cool nighttime air wove her delicate fingers through his unkempt locks, and he shoved his fists into his pockets. Perhaps it was time for a trip to The Haven.

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Guys, just a reminder; be careful about godmodding other people's characters. Don't decide a reaction for them, if you're not 100% sure it's true to their character. Of course, if the person has said it's alright to godmod their character, then by all means, go ahead. But if not; please let everyone decide for themself how their character reacts.

Thank you. :)


Also, I just edited my post about Valerian, to add a couple of observations.)))

[ElektraNatchios33]

((are humans allowed to go to The Haven??

btw: Sarah is open for any vamp who wants her ;)))

[innoscenteyes]

(( ooc: dont mind at all
and i believe humans are aloud to go to the haven.))

[ElektraNatchios33]

Sarah sat in her dorm. Bored out of her mind. She turned to her roomate, Olivia, who was listening to iPod, and reading a advanced physics text book. She walked over to her, Olivia, unaware, and pulled out an earbud. 'You can't study while listening to..." Sarah glanced down at what was on the screen. "...My Chemical Romance." Olivia put the iPod aside. "I'm not even reading. Just highlighting random stuff." She looked up at her. "Know any good clubs?" Olivia looked back and smiled. "Yeah. It's called The Haven. You'd love it." The thing is Olivia doesn't make very good predictions. They both headed for the car and headed off campus.

When Sarah walked into The Haven, it brought back bad memories. Very bad memories. "Olivia, I think I..." but before she could finish, she had drug Sarah onto the dance floor. She refused to dance. "Come on Sarah! You're the one who asked to come here!" She crossed her arms. "I said if you knew any clubs." They were practally yelling because of the music. Sarah started to walk off when she ran into a shady figure. "Oh I am so sorry!"

((If it's not any trouble, I'd like the person she ran into to be her sire/domitor later on. btw, Olivia is a NPC.))

[Psyche_SC]

(( ooc: dont mind at all:))
and i believe humans are aloud to go to the haven

((( ooc: innoscenteyes - I guess the "don't mind at all" were for me? If so - great. :)

[innoscenteyes]

Claire saw that Carmilla has seen her staring. She saw that fear had entered in her yes. Fear? Why would she be scared. Would it be the vamp. by her side? Bee shook her head at her so she would know she was no tattle tail. She was an observer, no snitch. What goes on in other clans is none of my buisness. Its not that she doesnt like the attention, she loves when she gets attention from other males human or not. It has been a while since she had been with another man. She thinks the time is soon to come to be with another. Oh the bar will fill with them tonight. She wish she had a friend. It has been a least a hundred years since having one. The last one leaked and was tossed in the sunlight for her punishment. We use to observe the males together. She had gotten a little to friendly. Since then Bee has never taken the time to get a new friend. Vampires of any clan werent know to be the friendlist creatures. Which brought her to think of Carmilla again. Had she no friends? The way she keeps her eyes averted to the floor I would think not. Oh well. she thought. Time for some action. Bee got up and went to the dance floor. She started dancing seductively, seeing who she could real in tonight.

((ooc: yes it was for you. I dont mind people running into me or noticing me or something along that line. It gives me more insperation of someone adds me to their RP a little. ))

[Pandaness]

(( ooc: Can someone please open up a RP with Viorica? I'm not quite sure where to start P: ))

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Panda - She can be one of the regulars at Valerian's table? They're the same clan, so they're bound to know eachother? Just a suggestion. :) )))

[Pandaness]

(( ooc: Okay Atropa, that sounds good :3 *thinks of RP* ))

[veldagia]

A dangerous smile flashed across Zillah’s lips as he noticed the woman’s self-consciousness glimmer dimly in her eyes. So he made her feel slightly uncomfortable, that was all well and good. It confirmed she had most definitely noticed him.

Her eyes jumped and he turned his head to follow her gaze. A slight frown creased his brow as he realised that a young wavey blackhaired woman was watching them intently. But it was almost instantly replaced by a slow lingering smile in her direction. Let her watch. He was doing nothing more than casting a glance in an attractive woman’s direction. And that was certainly not a hanging offense unlike his other deeds.

He returned his attention to the first woman. Her eyes now appeared to be studying the floor avoiding his gaze. Staying faithfully at her companion’s side like a lapdog. Was she afraid of him, there was something almost scared crossing her face. Instantly the hairs on the back of his neck bristled with a slow burning anger and his eyes burned into the back of her companion. But then he shook his head, clearing it of thoughts. It was not his business to interfere, not after the last time when he got a fat lip for the trouble.

He shrugged, dismissively leaning backwards against the bar brushing his long hair back out of his eyes. Propping his weight on one arm he lounged and took another sip of his drink. His attention focusing over to where a live act was beginning their performance on stage and the people starting to fill the dance floor with rhythmic pulses.


((OCC Zillah may be dismissing Carmilla – he’s an arrogant *** like that. He even thinks he’s dangerous - if only he knew he was in a room surrounded by vamps LOL.

But feel free to have her come over any time :D))

[Psyche_SC]

((( ooc: veldagia - Thanks for letting me know. Yeah. Like Carmilla, I am thinking hard on how to get her over there without Seath minding... :) )))

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Added even more to my previous post, about Valerian. I felt it was really lacking. Now, I'm satisfied. Kind of. *lol*

Psyche & veldagia - If it helps matters, I could try and manuever Valerian over there, to distract Seath for a while? Although it'll be a little dull RPing with someone else's NPC. :P Still, if Viorica's at his table, he could drag her along to meet he "new" Kindred.)))

[Psyche_SC]

#3

When Carmilla was desperatly thinking of a way to leave Seaths side, the opportonity presented itself. It was as if Carmilla first didn't understand, or hear Seaths words. Was this magic? Was this her doing?

"Do you hear me?", Seath said.

Carmilla shook her head. Her senses heard him, but she could not fathom. She was almost feeling ill.

"I need to talk with someone", Seath said. "And you shouldn't have to listen to two men talking boring business."

Although Carmilla knew better than to believe him, she noded. Of course. Anything to let him leave, on his own request was even better. He was most certainly not going to talk about something boring, this she knew, he just wanted to keep her in the dark when it came to some things. And she was in the dark. Even the cunning Carmilla couldn't firgure everyhing out. She was so in awe of the fact he was about to leave her on her own to think clear. He wasn't leaving her alone. Secretly, he had others that could watch her. Ghouls he kept from Carmillas knowledge. They were somewhere in The Haven, and they knew their duty. Seath gently took her hand and placed a soft kiss upon it, before he left her alone among all the mortals and unmortals. And the ghouls in between.
Carmilla looked down on her hands. She really was on her own. It felt so overwhelming her mind got clouded from what she otherwise would have seen. She knew Seath. But she didn't really know how bad she wanted to get away. Wishing for death was nothing. Walking into a vampire Elders trap with a blindfold on could be worse than death. Who could save her from herself, when saving her from Seath wasn't even a snap of fingers for a Nosferatu?

Carmilla looked up, towards the bar, and saw that the young man had turned his back against her. It was somewhat hurtfull, when she had him as a candle in the darkness she was in. It didn't matter he had no clue. "He was a mere mortal", Carmilla thought in a moment of anger. But she did hear Seaths words in her own mind. These words were not hers. Her mind were partly poisoned by his. Carmilla slowly moved towards the bar, while looking around The Haven. Trust no one, her mind echoed.



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((( ooc: veldagia - I did my best. :) I have go. All work and no sleep makes Psyche a dull roleplayer. ;) )))

((( ooc: Atropa - Thank you for the suggestion, but I had already written the above when I saw your post. So you don't have to interact with the NPC. But thanks. :) )))

[Psyche_SC]

((( ooc: I am off to bed, guys. This was a great opening of the RP! Thanks, and good night. :) )))

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Uhmm... Panda? Vampires can't be in the sunlight. They die... :) As long as the sun is up, there's sunlight. And it's deadly to vamps.
And the Primogen are with the Prince, in his office. The meeting is for the Prince and the Primogen only.
The Haven is a night club some place else... Think you got it all a little backwards... :) )))

[Pandaness]

(( I know :P, but she was inside nyeh?

Oh well, I'll change it. ))

[cherryp3]

ooc: *raises hand* Is it to late to change Michael's picture? She doesn't look anything like that in my mind's eye, and I think I have a better one to fit her. :]

[veldagia]

“Very well", The Prince said bestowing her with an icy smile. "Give the Nosferatu my regards."

"Surely my Prince, this woman, however great, cannot deliver this message on her own." Cade said confidently. "I have great experience with the Nosferatu kind and am unhindered by their qualities. I can assure you that my fighting skills might be needed for this task, considering she will be walking their grounds alone... it is a dangerous place-"

A bemused smile laced across Mina’s lips as she turned to face the Brujh Primogen. So he didn’t think an elder Tremere vampire could manage to pass on a little message and fight off any danger. Had he not heard of thaumaturgy?. True she was not the most skilled practitioner but her gaze could still draw the blood of any target into her veins, weakening her opponents and giving her renewed strength. How on earth did he think she had made it through to her elder years, a beguiling smile only got you so far.

"- even for you. I feel it would be a mistake to send her alone." Cade continued seeming almost desperate to prove his worth to the Prince.

Implying that the Prince would make a mistake was dangerous grounds. Did Cade intend to mock them all at the meeting? Yet he seemed to not actually wish any disrespect, so she would let his words go this time, she was in no mood for a fight.

"Surely they both want to go to the Nosferatu. Just send them both." Jessica added.

Mina paused thoughtfully weighing up the advantages and disadvantages of having another Elder along. He was from an arrogant independent clan. Not to be trusted. Yet there was almost a charm to the thought of standing by and letting him “defend” her from whatever demons he imagined lurked the Nosferatu sewers.

She chose her words carefully and responded in a quiet civil tone. “I am happy either way.” She nodded towards Cade bestowing him with an icy smile that failed to reach her emerald eyes. “Although I am capable of defending myself and even of conversing with the Nosferatu. I do not object to some company for the journey.”

She turned to face the Prince once again. Let him make the decision. He could admit to a “mistake” or send her alone.

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: cherry - No, no, go ahead. :)

Also, Valerian is highly approachable. And feel free to be one of his regulars. Remember, he also acts as a blood doll, and Kindred vitae is just so much sweet than human blood, because of the power it possesses. You don't gain any powers from it, but it leaves you with a high much like the ones the ghouls experience when drinking from a vampire. *nod*)))

[veldagia]

((Updated with a pic of Zillah. Still a work in progress but it will do for now until I can get into the game.))

[AtropaMandragora]

Just as it seemed they had reached a decision, the fairly new Brujah Primogen found a reason to interject. Quite surprising, as he had been the last one Damian had expected to protest. He had only recently been appointed Primogen by his clan, and this was his first council meeting. Damian hadn't been too pleased with their choice as this man seemed a strong-willed one, even for the Brujah. But he knew better than to argue. The Brujah already resented him, claiming the Prince title was more about oppression and dictatorship than anything else. Bunch of anarchists. How did they expect things to run smoothly in their domain, without someone to step up and take responsibility for them all? Someone who saw to it that rules were being followed, laws obeyed? The Masquarade would be nothing but a farce without a firm hand to guide them all.

"Surely my Prince, this woman, however great, cannot deliver this message on her own."

Damian's brows furrowed slightly. What was he trying to pull? He hadn't volunteered, but he objected when someone else did? Not wanting the task until someone else had gotten it? Really. Sometimes these council meetings were like babysitting a bunch of children pulling eachother's pigtails.

"I have great experience with the Nosferatu kind and am unhindered by their qualities", Cade continued, causing Damian's slight confusion to turn into slight amusement instead. "I can assure you that my fighting skills might be needed for this task, considering she will be walking their grounds alone... it is a dangerous place - even for you."

Finishing his sentence, he looked at Mina to indicate he was referring to her. God forbid he'd suggest the Nosferatu lair was a dangerous place for the Prince. The Nosferatu may be sneaky and secretive, but they knew their place and they supported the Masquerade and the Camarilla wholeheartedly. They wouldn't attack the Prince. Nor were they likely to attack any Primogen.
Still, the Brujah's eagerness to prove his worth was an amusing one.
That was, until his very next sentence.

"I feel it would be a mistake to send her alone."

Those were words that immediately wiped all the mirth from the Prince's lips, although the smile stayed. And with all the entertainment gone from his features, it looked more like a snarl than a smile. A very bad sign. The Prince was not known for enjoying having his judgement criticized, or even questioned.
Still, he remained calm, and within seconds the disgruntled look on his face had faded into a blank mask, revealing nothing. If the insolent Brujah was trying to get a rise out of him, he would fail.
Instead, Damian brought his fingertips together once again in that look of contemplation, and rested the tips of his index fingers against his lips, as he turned his gaze back to Mina, awaiting her response.
However, the bored Toreador Primogen Jessica suddenly decided she wanted to be part of the conversation as well. Yes, Damian had seen the vacant look in her eyes as she had pretended to listen. She had better watch her step. The council was no place for someone who lost their concentration simply because of how pretty the crystals in the chandeleir above their heads looked when reflected in the window.

"Surely they both want to go to the Nosferatu", she said, still sounding mildly interested. "Just send them both."

Damian merely offered her a glance, not particularly impressed by what she had brought to the discussion. She was stating the obvious option.

"I am happy either way", Mina said, after choosing her words with the same care and caution Damian would have, had it been him.

Maybe the two of them were more alike than he thought. They played the same word games, with the same skill, and with the same delight, and they both thought before speaking. Unlike some.

"Although I am capable of defending myself and even of conversing with the Nosferatu", she continued, still keeping her tone civil and courteous. "... I do not object to some company for the journey."

With that, she turned to face Damian, causing the eyes of the rest to follow. Silence filled the air for a moment or two, before he finally spoke, confident that he had everyone's attention once again.

"I'm pleased to see your concern about the well being of our dear Mina", he said, his voice sounding almost perfunctory. "It is my opinion that she would indeed be capable of completing this mission on her own, but if it puts your mind at ease to go with her, and she doesn't have any objections, then neither do I."

He paused for a moment, turning his attention from the group as a whole, to look at Cade as he continued.

"However...", he said, his voice growing firm. "I do not take kindly to having my subjects imply I have made a mistake. Rest assured that my decisions, no matter how small, are well founded and carefully thought through. Normally, I would've issued a punishment for a behaviour such as yours, but you're new to the council and our ways, so I'll be generous. But do consider yourself warned."



(((ooc: Sorry guys, but he IS an arrogant prick after all, so I have to RP accordingly. ;) )))

[innoscenteyes]

As Beyonca dances, she loses her mind in the music. Swaying her hips back and forth so seductively it was hard for any human to resist. Her skin was as smooth as a babys bottom. Hair was smooth as silk. It wasnt hard to seduce a human with her looks. Bee likes to think the danger that essence from her from all vampires attracts humans. Into the dance and rythum oblivious to her surrounds she sways. she can feel the eyes averting her way. Not many but she can feel the stares. Both females and males. And in her mind she laughs and evil laugh. Its not often she does this, just went she wants company. She isnt know for desire just fanties in her head. She feels some ones hands on her. Female. Bee laughs a fliratcious laugh. She usually doesnt opt for females. She doesnt find them as interesting. Most of them are absorbed in there own life and conflicts. As the womans hands are on her hips swaying with her she can hear a man wispering. She cant hear what he is saying. Something about a girl he had gotten the other night. Then she doesnt feel the woman anymore. She can hear the women arguing wiht another man, but it doesnt faze Bee, she keeps dancing. Remember past times of dancing and the men she has bedded. She has learned that is the best way to dance. Dance like you are being intimate with someone. It has more passion to it. She can lure more that way. Then she feels a mans hands on her. By his essence he is very good looking and knows what he is doing. That is how she knows he is good in bed, by the way he dances. She doesnt look at him just keeps on enjoying herself before she needs to turn and hook him.

[innoscenteyes]

((cherryp3 is you person a girl or a guy becaue in the bio you said girl but they way you were writing implied shje was a guy.))

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: innoscenteyes - She has two characters. One is a guy and the other is a girl :) )))

[innoscenteyes]

(( ooc: oh.lol. srry. I didnt see the other app. I feel stupid now.))

[cherryp3]

ooc: xD Haha! I'm sorry. When I made each of them, I didn't think anything about how close their names are. Don't worry. Mihael? Michael? I could see where you could get confused.
Mi-hail...Mike-ahl I guess I didn't think about that since they sound pretty different. Sort of. -____-

The moment he stepped through the doors of The Haven, Mihael gagged. Already the place possessed an unbearable stench of sweaty bodies grinding together. The sticky air was uncomfortably warm, and it proved very difficult to breathe as the petite vampire wove through the throng. Time and time again a raving dancer would brush against him, sometimes almost collapsing upon him, and it took all he had to keep himself from lashing out at them. Again and again he questioned himself on his motives for coming to the night club. He could think of none. Of course, that is, until he saw the bar.

He made no hesitation in making himself comfortable there. It had been a while since he treated himself to a drink. While it certainly didn’t give him any sort of high that mortals seemed to gain from drinking the fluids, the flavor still held an edge that tickled his fancies.
After informing the bartender of his order, Mihael allowed his gaze to melt across the crowds. There seemed to be a good number of Kindred out that evening. Each he knew each by name and rank, though it was likely he had not spoken to a single one. His fingers laced around the champagne set before him, and he took a light sip from the glass--still allowing himself the pleasure of his observations.

However, he was slightly taken aback when a young woman stumbled and fell just before him. Sheet music splayed everywhere, rippling about the dancers who seemed entirely oblivious of her descent. Several of the particularly enthusiastic dancers went along, crumpling papers as they went.
“Damn you!” the girl yelped from her spot on the ground, and Mihael quirked a brow at her. “Could you stop dancing for like two seconds and let me,” she paused momentarily to push herself from the ground, “get my papers, please?”
No one seemed to want to comply with the poor girl's wishes. Still, Mihael made no move to come to her aide. He only turned about in his seat so that he faced the bartender and made an effort to pretend he hadn't seen her.

ooc: Uh...someone wanna be sweet and help Michael out?
xD My brain juices=sizzled away.
And~ Michael's picture=updated.

[trampledsneakers]

((Can I have Vevila be that girl, Cherry? She sings, so sheet music wouldn't be too far off. I have no idea how to get her involved... x_x ))

[cherryp3]

ooc: Of course, Trampled! :] Go on ahead.

[trampledsneakers]

((Hee. Re-using my old post to get this started. ))

It was cold in the small, dimly lit apartment. Too cold for most; but that was how Vevila preferred it. The air-conditioning was perpetually pumping frigid air into every inch of every room, numbing her incessantly.

"How early is it?" she murmured softly to herself, glancing at the clock mounted on the nearby wall. Hardly past nightfall.

"Plenty of time yet," she moved to her closet and stood before the racks and rows of clothes. Even in a life of death and decay, murder and corruption, demoralization, exploitation, fraud, degeneration...she still wanted to look as beautiful as humanly (or inhumanly) possible.

She lovingly selected her go-to dress for any and every occasion: a black satin little number that never failed to turn the heads of every man she passed. Corset-style with ruching at the bust, it hugged dangerously close to her every curve and flattered her like no other article of clothing could.

Vevila carefully applied her makeup with the utmost practiced precision and care. Years of application without the visual aid of a mirror had forced her to learn entirely new methods of ensuring that she looked beautifully natural and not like a heavily-makeup'd drag-queen. She avoided eyeshadow, but utilized enough mascara to give her feathered-but-natural-looking lashes, and applied her lipstick by fingerpoint.

Once she felt entirely satisfied with her appearence, she inhaled and exhaled deeply and a smile spread across her lips, revealing two alarmingly sharp pearly canines.

"Lovely."

She selected a pair of surprisingly comfortable black pumps and slid them onto her dainty feet. As the air conditioning kicked on again to ensure the temperature was a cool 68 degrees, Vevila moved to her bureau and grabbed her sheet music. She knew a few people at The Haven who had asked to see it, so she would indulge them. Vevila exited her apartment silently and decided to venture along the streets on foot. Most women would amputate one of their own limbs before wandering the darkened streets alone at night where they could fall prey to any number of perverts or maniacs. Not Vevila, however; that was one of the few perks (if you could call it that) of being a Vampire. Unlike mortal women, vampire-borne women could certainly defend themselves.

Vevila's heels clicked along the pavement of the sidewalk and created a metranome-like rhythm as she walked. Her obsidian and voluminous locks of hair undulated gracefully, her seemingly-endless legs appeared a glorious milky-white in the rising moonlight. She felt the stares of countless men and women falling upon her, entranced by her unharnessed beauty.

The glowing sign of The Haven burned into Vevila's gaze. She didn't even bothering addressing the bouncer; he took one look at her and there was an unspoken understanding between them. She was gorgeous, so she didn't need to be on the list. He would let her in. As she passed him her thick lashes batted in a coy wink, and the man's breathing stopped for a moment. Once she had passed her eyes rolled and she chuckled. Sometimes it was just too easy.

Few places in the world were quite like this. Bodies were so closely clumped together that it appeared on large mass rather than numerous individuals. The sweat, the stench; those were the things she disliked. It only took a few minutes of standing there to make her feel dirty. The interior itself wasn't shabby--quite the opposite.

Vevila pushed her way through the crowd, grimacing with disgust when she felt the slimy skin of others brushing against her. They began to jostle more ferociously as a faster song blared through the airwaves, and several decided that Vevila should become involved. Despite her protests. In their attempts to get her to dance with them, they shoved her a little too hard and sent her crashing downward. Miraculously, Vevila managed to make her fall look unnaturally graceful. Like the downward spiral of a ballet dancer. Her legs crumpled elegantly beneath her, and her arms fell to support herself. Her Toreador membership wouldn't permit her to look at all unattractive, no matter the circumstance.

“Damn you!" she spat angrily, trying to simultaneously collect her spilled sheet music and avoid getting her fingers trampled. "Could you stop dancing for like two seconds and let me,” Vevila's legs straightened out and she raised herself upright into a fierce stance, "get my papers, please?”

The revellers were off dancing again, completely disregarding her. She moved to the bar and set her papers down, huffing angrily and shooting a glance to the bartender.

"B-stards," she shook her head. "No respect." Her fingers ruffled the papers, trying in vain to smooth their now crinkled edges.

[ElektraNatchios33]

Sarah turned around and ran into a woman, who then tripped and fell infront of another person. before she knew it the woman was straightening out her crumpled music. "B-stards. No respect." She kneeled down to help her. "Tell me about it. Put them under something heavy at home." Sarah looked up to find the woman was beautiful. But not like normal pretty, but unnaturally pretty.

((I hope it's okay me jumping in here trampled.))

[cherryp3]

ooc: *giggles* Woops, Trampled. It seems we had a misunderstanding. I originally intended for that girl falling on the ground to be Michael, with Mihael watching on. Hee! I thought you were getting at Vevila helping her out or something.
x]
But don't worry, the way it is now is fine too! I actually have a better way to introduce Michael anyway, and at least now Mihael is involved with someone. Reply post coming shortly.

[trampledsneakers]

((... *facepalm* Sorry. I'm an idiot, and apparently can't read. xD If I really messed it up, I'd be happy to edit! I was just trying to get a response in for you. Goodness, sorry. And Elektra, totally fine!

edit: wow. I'm just on a misunderstanding roll tonight. IGNORE. xD))

[cherryp3]

ooc: No, no! It's fine. :] I can insert Michael in perfectly in another way. I actually like this way better. So you don't have to do any editing, deah.

[Spoonerism_SC]

((I really love this RP, but I'm afraid I need to drop out. Everyone else have lots of fun!))

[skylark]

The cool night air seemed to suddenly swirl around her, pushing the damp and cloying feeling of the sewers away and leaving it behind her as she pulled herself up into the alleyway. Esther couldn't help but think that this must be what diving and swimming is like, except somewhat backwards as she was rising not falling.

She drank in the smells of the evening like a fine wine, the smells of life and of the night in Los Angeles: petrol, alcohol, sweat and a hint of blood.

Her gaze was drawn to the stars, as she stood still as a gargoyle for a few minutes. She was where she was supposed to be... for now.

While many of the other Nosferatu were happy to spend all their nights in the sewers (except to feed), Esther was used to being more mobile. Too many nights in the sewers led her to feeling claustrophobic after a while. Besides, all the interesting information needed to be gathered somehow.

She raised one of the round earphones attached to the music player one of the Neonates had insisted she listened to. She placed it in her ear and pressed play, listening to the lyrics of the "classic" song according to this one.

Bend me shape me misdirect me
It's all the same to me

A smile crossed her lips, she could see the song's appeal to the young one. Adjusting her clothing to properly shaow and hide her face she headed out into the street and started wandering. She started toying with plans for the evening. She could go and visit that delightful young Tremere, Carmilla, whose Sire kept far too short a leash on her. And then she remembered her having mentioned something about The Haven, a local Elyssium. Although she had been in Los Angeles for quite a while, Esther had been too caught up in clan business to really watch the locals. Her mind made up, she started off to The Haven. If she saw another Nosferatu on the way, she would ask them about "alternative" entrances.

As she kept walking the music kept blaring.

You look at me but you don't see
Understand I'm a sinner
Don't corner me
Don't lecture me
Raise your hands you're a sinner...

Yes, she could definitely see why this song appealed to some of the Neonates.

((OoC: Psyche, I am taking up the link since there are no other Nosferatu yet.

Mina and Cade can intercept Esther. She's just not the type to stay in the sewers ALL evening. ;) ))

[GeeWayrocks]

Catherine pays the taxi driver, and enters The Haven. Immediately, she heads for the bar. She likes to get a few drinks in her before flirting.

[devoshka]

((AAACCKKKK!!! I should remind myself NOT to sleep LOL, and Atropa it's perfectly fine that you have Jaden arrive...now I gotta jump in somewhere :P

Oh and Cherryp3 if you want the Russian short form of Mihael is Misha if you want to give him a nickname....You don't have to but it's just an idea for you to think about.

Woo this is sooo good I'm gonna have to go back and do a lot of rereading to get my bearings :D

Another thing, I know that this is the beginning of the RP and stuff so there's lots of questions, but could we try to keep the OOC down to a minimum? If you aren't sure of what you did with someone's character, PM them and ask....even if that means doing it before you post. Of course I'm not saying you can't ask questions and whatnot, I want you to, but if you do try to read the RP with all the OOC chatter, it makes it a bit difficult, we want it to flow LOL

/me goes to add all the new characters to the first post


I'm sorry Spoonerism to see you go, but I understand it happens :) Hope things are ok....))

[Jacki_SC]

((ooc: Thanks Dev, might use it later on, but think I'll stick with Prince for now considering its their first meeting :) Oh and Atropa, I loved your RP post, the Prince is like a character you love to hate, lol))

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Cade stood impatiently, before that foolish Toreador Primogen interrupted.
"Surely they both want to go to the Nosferatu, just send them both." Cade couldn't care less about the opinion of others. His eyes closed slightly as he looked to the floor, trying hard to bury his instinct to laugh and mock the other vampires, which he usually did. Then, somewhat unexpectedly, the woman in question spoke.
"I am happy either way", she said, sounding as confident as he did before the Prince. Cade grimaced slightly at the sound of her voice. He couldn't stand these types of women - women who felt they had some sort of equal power among men. They were the worst kind, he thought. Women who play with fire. The worst kind. Still, Mina continued.
"Although I am capable of defending myself and even of conversing with the Nosferatu", she said with courtesy. "... I do not object to some company for the journey." Cade steadied his breathing while inside his voice was sounding with cachinnation. Capable of defending herself? What a fool. Trained dog. Tricks are not for girls, foolish cainite. The Prince thought as the room fell silent. Still, Cade fostered an air of fortitude, as the Prince spoke in reply.
"I'm pleased to see your concern about the well being of our dear Mina", he said, his voice sounding almost perfunctory. "It is my opinion that she would indeed be capable of completing this mission on her own, but if it puts your mind at ease to go with her, and she doesn't have any objections, then neither do I." The corners of Cade's lips rose, displaying a slight smirk, before the Prince turned his full attention to him. Good, he thought.
"However...", he said, his voice growing firm. "I do not take kindly to having my subjects imply I have made a mistake. Rest assured that my decisions, no matter how small, are well founded and carefully thought through. Normally, I would've issued a punishment for a behaviour such as yours, but you're new to the council and our ways, so I'll be generous. But do consider yourself warned." Cade neither flinched or reacted with some sort of sheepishness as though he had been whipped with a cain for disobeying. His smirk maintained. New, perhaps. But the Prince was only a little older than he was. Not even by 100 years. And still, he acted as though he had greater wisdom over his own. Cade was never one for passive law abiding. He was belligerent. An outcast from structured vampiric society. And at the time that Damien spoke, he felt as though he could allow the Beast to wash over him and pounce on that vindictive rat. Greedy swine. No greater for us than any dictator. Yet still, he knew he had to maintain order, or have his title stripped from him.
"My Prince..." his voice calm and hushed, he bowed slightly, before waiting for Mina to respond.

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Jacki - Michael? There's no Michael there. :) Do you mean the Prince, Damian?)))

[devoshka]

The taxi pulled up outside The Haven. Pulling out some money to pay him, Jaden glanced up at the entrance. It appeared to be a subdued yet classy kind of club. Hmm, we'll see if the is joint is hopping, if not I can always go to my favorite club The World. As Jaden entered the club she paused to take a look around. She noticed that there were quite a few people there and that they all seemed to be settling down to listen or watch something, then her eyes landed upon the bar, and made her way towards it, swinging her hips enticingly. Once there, she signaled to the bartender: "3 Gibsons". Jaden waited till the drinks were set down before her without being asked to show some ID, and as soon as she paid for the drinks, she drank the first 2 quickly. Jaden closed her eyes for a moment, letting the alcohol hit her stomache and sighed. Now I can concentrate on what I came here to do Turning around, holding the last gibson in her hand, Jaden surveyed her surroundings. Taking a sip, Jaden noticed that the clientèle were all good looking. Hmm this place might not be bad to make it my regular haunt Her eyes came to rest briefly on a group of people surrounding a very attractive man. Jaden wondered momentarily who he was before eyes continued to wander looking for someone who looked like a sucker. She needed more alcohol but there was no way she could afford more than the 3 drinks she had at this place, AND if this person was lucky enough and she was drunk enough, he would be getting some. God, he's wouldn't be the only one needing a good screw, I need one just as bad, but I need more drinks first. With that thought, Jaden's eyes landed upon someone who looked to be the perfect specimen.


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((i've left it open to be anyone really, and just b/c Jaden thinks he LOOKS like a sucker doesn't necessarily mean that he is. Jaden's judgement of character isn't that great especially when alcohol is added to the equation LOL))

[veldagia]

He paused for a moment, turning his attention from the group as a whole, to look at Cade as he continued. "However...", he said, his voice growing firm. "I do not take kindly to having my subjects imply I have made a mistake. Rest assured that my decisions, no matter how small, are well founded and carefully thought through. Normally, I would've issued a punishment for a behaviour such as yours, but you're new to the council and our ways, so I'll be generous. But do consider yourself warned."

Mina held her face taunt unchanging and unreadable as the Prince spoke. Fine, she would take Cade with her to find the asylum. But there were other spots she would try first before venturing into the sewers. The last thing she needed was a rebuked Brujah who felt he had to do anything to keep what worth he had on the council starting a fight and getting her implicated with it.

"My Prince..." Cade answered his voice calm and hushed, he bowed slightly.

Sensing that they were now effectively dismissed Mina rose from her seat. Nodding her head once towards the Prince she spun around and walked quickly yet elegantly out of the room. It was far from a bow, but still it was a small, graceful gesture of respect. She did not wait for Cade. If he wanted in so bad he would follow.

She stepped into the elevator, and pressed the door firmly closed behind her, the Brujah could take the stairs or another way down. She certainly didn’t want to be trapped in a small space with him under the cold anger had burned down. She removed a small electronic device from its attachment at her waist. Her mini-laptop, she carried it everywhere with her. The small silver object was no larger than a mobile phone and with it she could get onto the internet anywhere as it generated its own wifi signal. She keyed in the 20 digit password which was sensitive to her touch alone and logged onto The Museum’s system sending a quick message. In moments she was informed by one of the staff that no Nosferatu was on the premises. So she would try one of the other Elysium’s. They were known to venture from the sewers to search out these places where they could haunt unnoticed. Her mind made up, she would try The Haven first. Even if the Nosferatu was no-where in sight she might loose Cade within its depths.

Mina then stepped outside the building and slid into the car that waiting out front. One word fell from her lips a curt command to the driver. “Haven”. The car slid away a sleek back panther in the night. The journey was mercifully short and within moments they were sailing down the streets leading the club.

Spotting the Nosferatu on the street outside Mina called the car to a halt. Sliding graceful out she called beside where she was she called out to the Nosferatu her voice carrying like a silent shiver through the night, indistinctable to all but the vampires who lurked the moonlit streets. “Esther. I, we, were hoping to catch you.”

((OCC feel free to have Cade jump in the car with her or follow behind whatever suits. Mina’s a little peeved so she won’t wait for him :D

Hope its OK we jump on Esther in the street outside.

Both any changes you wish just let me know.))

[Jacki_SC]

Mina had stood and walked briskly out of the room. Cade followed at first, until she disappeared into an elevator and shut the door coldly to stop him from entering. Cade laughed, a grimacing grin spread quickly over his face. He looked to his right upon a floor length window, and saw that the sky was now a musky purple with orange hues. The Sun had set. His grey eyes glowed in the dim reflection. Cade walked sternly over to the window and thought to exit this way. His feet and hands clammered against the brick of the building until he came to a screeching hault at the foot, he rolled against the concrete and dusted himself off. Before he had a chance to find Mina, he saw her enter a sleek black car. He faintly heard the word "Haven" being spilled from her lips, and accelerated his celerity until he reached the car. They were just pulling away from the curb as he pounced onto the hood, seemingy unnoticed. It was only moments later, Cade clutching onto the sides of the car, that Mina had spotted the Nosferatu on the street. It came as a surprise to Cade. A Nosferatu roaming the streets at this time? Lunatic. And they think these vampires are bright. Cade pounced off the car and landed on the pavement close behind Mina, just as she spoke.
“Esther. I, we, were hoping to catch you.” He waited, a brewing sarcasm, for the Nosferatu to reply.

[AtropaMandragora]

As he sat watching the crowd, Valerian saw a few more familiar faces. Beyonca, that Ventrue woman. Behaving in a way most odd for a Ventrue. Heck, the way she was moving, letting herself be caressed by a woman at first, and then a man... One of Valerian's eyebrows shot up. A Ventrue acting like a tramp? Who would've thought?
And as if that wasn't enough, another Ventrue - Catherine something or other - entered wearing a tube top and a mini skirt. Valerian's eyes widened slightly with surprise. Just what the h*ll was going on with the Ventrue women this evening?
Still, it was amusing, and he couldn't hold back a snicker, thinking about how the Prince would choke on his expensive imported wine, had he seen the members of his clan behaving this way.

Fascinated he kept watching, more curious of what would happen between Beyonca and that man, than captivated by their movement on the dance floor.
Until he saw the doors open, in the corner of his eye, and he turned his head to see whose presence they would grant him next.
Ah, Spirit Ambrose, of the Tremere. And following not too far behind was yet another Tremere; Mihael. Despite being the oldest vampire there, he had an air of youth about him. Innocence almost. Now that, that was captivating. Since the first time Valerian had seen him, he'd been intrigued. And it wasn't just by the usual mystery surrounding the Tremere.
His gaze didn't get to linger for very long though, as another familiar face suddenly appeared close to Mihael. And then disappeared, as the poor young woman was knocked over by the dancing crowd. Valerian saw her form slump to the floor with a grace only possessed by the Toreador. Poor Vevila. How could the crowd not have noticed her and made way for her like they usually did, in awe of her beauty and overwhelming sensuality? The graceful swagger with which she moved usually had men stop dead in their tracks to stare. But not only did they not notice her and cause her to fall, they didn't even help her up. Ruffians.
With his eyes locked on Vevila, Valerian lifted Melody's warm hand to his lips and gave if a soft kiss.
"I'll be right back", he said as he slid out of the booth, knowing that he probably wouldn't.
But that was okay. Melody would come looking for him sooner or later, begging him to give her what he had already promised her.

As he made his way over to the bar, he saw Mihael look down at Vevila, before turning his back towards her as if completely uninterested in offering her a hand. Luckily, another woman had noticed her situation, and was helping her collect the papers scattered on the floor. Once done, they both moved towards the bar, only to be joined by Valerian moments later.

"You alright, love?" he asked Vevila, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder from behind as he came to a halt next to her.


(((ooc: Vevila and Valerian. *lol* Almost sounds like they were twins.)))

[veldagia]

Zillah’s eyes trailed over the bodies on the dance floor, shimmering spectres that seemed lost in the beat. With their painted faces, dancing feet and bodies swaying through the simmering lights, they looked like angels possessed by the violent music. Spinning round and round and round.

He felt his own body moving slightly, one foot tapping rhythmically along to the as though entranced with the dark pulses of sound. A small smile of enjoyment spread across his face as the alcohol began its steady work, relaxing his muscles and mind. He was far from intoxicated but the dull edge to his senses was a welcome relief from the gruelling day.

Realising the glass had drained itself empty he turned back to the bar, ordering another large drink. With a nod and shake of his glass towards the bar staff. The spell of the music broken Zilliah’s jade eyes focused on the bodies around him. One small dark haired young man, who looked almost too young to be out drinking, almost but not quite, he sipped the champagne with a delicacy that spoke of one who had been drinking some time.

He felt a rush of wind as papers flow around his feet. A graceful lady bent on the floor gathering them up again cursing, before straitening with a dancers ease and joining the young man with a huff as she set the papers down before her. A musician he figured, probably here to perform. Did they have acts on all night long? He certainly hoped so he needed a night off.

Finally he let his eyes stray to where the enchanting woman had stood with her companion. And against all hope she was alone and seemed cautiously to be approaching him. He looked around him, truly her companion was now no-where to be seen. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Even if she was now alone, she still was taken, in whatever manner this case entailed. But he brushed it off easily. It had never stopped him going for what he wanted before and tonight was not the night to start doubting himself. After all he lived to jump from thrill to thrill with never a care for the damage done.

“Could I get you a drink.” Zillah asked his voice flowing like melted chocolate as his lips formed into a seductive smile.

[Jacki_SC]

((ooc: I've updated Cade's application (http://forums.sims2community.com/showpost.php?p=1023866&postcount=121) with a new headshot... didn't like the one before :P))

[skylark]

Esther had finally managed to find someone to tell her of a more Nosferatu friendly entrance to The Haven and was making her way there. At an Elyssium where humans would be present, the front door was hardly an option.

She hadn't gone much further when she heard her name being called. Immediately her back stiffined and she swiftly pressed stop on the music player. Who on earth had called her name? How had they recognized her? She was fairly sure she knew the voices of all the Nosfertu in the area by now, but this was not one of theirs.

Quickly but cautiously she stole a look at the source. It seemed to be the Tremere Primogen, busy climbing out of her car and if Esther wasn't mistaken the Brujah Primogen was ... landing... next to her.

She was mildly suprized. How did they know her name? Perhaps they had approached a Neonate about something and been shown to the nearest Elder... . If the Primogen wanted something from the Nosferatu and were not sending an underling it meant that it was something very important indeed and probably very valuable. Something that could certainly gain something equally important for her clan...

Esther quickly motioned towards the nearby alleyway with a flick of her head and moved there herself. Something this important mught require more discusion than would be possible on a larger street, especially since she did not want her face to be seen by any passing humans.

But something was wrong. There was something that wasn't quite right about this. The Tremere and Brujah Primogen seeking her together? The two clans were not known for their ability to work together. There was something most definitely off about this meeting. Luckily the alleyways had plenty of escapes availables for a cunning Nosferatu.

As they entered the alleyway behind her, she turned whilst bowing and greeted them, "Good evening to you both. How can I be of service to you?" She may have bowed, but she did not let her eyes leave them for a second.

((OoC: As far as I know the Prince's meeting was an hour or so after sunset, hardly dusk. :) Errrr, I am assuming you would follow. Let me know if you want me to edit and change it. ))

[Jacki_SC]

((ooc: Yeah you're right, I'd written that in Word and forgot it was after sunset :P))

The Nosferatu seemed cautious, ever watchful of them both as she spoke.
"Good evening to you both. How can I be of service to you?" Cade had never met this one. But he was immediately amused. Another female. Perfect. That Prince, or so called, seems to know exactly what he's doing... He let out a sarcastic laugh, and readjusted his leather gloves.
"The Prince would like to announce that you have been selected as the new Nosferatu Primogen." He spoke somewat brazenly, offering the hint of a smile as he looked at her. She was ghastly. Cade had no pleasure in meeting another Nosferatu creature, though he preferred looking upon one who was humbled by appearance, rather than the conceited sophisticates like Mina.
"Congratulations."

[veldagia]

Esther quickly motioned towards the nearby alleyway with a flick of her head and moved there herself. Mina followed cautiously glancing around to ensure no unwanted eyes were following their retreat. The Nosferatu would know the alleyways well. But she didn’t want to end up stuck anywhere with the Brujah.

Once they were out of view of the main street Esther turned bowing to them but never once did her eyes leave them. "Good evening to you both. How can I be of service to you.” Esther’s mild manner spoke of her caution. But then it wasn’t often that two Primogen would seek one out. No Mina must look a rare sight tonight.

Mina moved to one side of the alleyway so she did not block the path of retreat including her own. “Good Evening” She nodded in response to Esther her eyes lowering to the ground for a split second. She had no reason to believe otherwise so she showed the Nosferatu elder the grace everyone deserved.

"The Prince would like to announce that you have been selected as the new Nosferatu Primogen." Cade spoke somewhat brazenly, "Congratulations."

Mina nodded silently to confirm what he said was true her mouth tweaking into what would have been described as almost a smile if it wasn’t for the cold hard gaze she gave Cade. She would have broached the subject a little more cautiously but still now their reason for tracking down the Nosferatu was out in the air. Yet she held her tongue, allowing Esther a chance to respond to the news.

(OCC Skylark it’s great for me))

[skylark]

OK - I am adding my second character. A human! Application was delayed by my decision to paint her because I am a glutton for punishment. :doh

Name: Ciara "CJ" January
Age: 29
Willingness to be embraced (if so, by what clan) or a ghoul: Ciara knows nothing about vamps, but she would probably be against it (not that that would stop anyone). As her player I have no issues. She would probably make a decent Brujah or City Gangrel (vamp or ghoul), but I don't mind.
Occupation: Gym owner/self-defense trainer

Short bio:
Ciara's parents were high school sweethearts in inner city LA who eventually grew up and got married. They got a lot of flak for being a cross-cultural couple. And throughout her life Ciara got into trouble for being Irish-African-American.

While her mom (Siobahn) stayed at home, her father (Martin) was in the army. While she was at middle school she was beaten up by some of the other kids, which resulted in the scar she still sports over her eye to this day. After this her dad insisted that she learn how to defend herself and she took up Aikido (which uses the attackers strength and force against them). This turned into a lifelong passion.

She is a black belt and has opened a gym with her friend, Jake. She started teaching Aikido as well as a general self-defense course, but soon noticed that many women had problems due to jobs and family commitments. She soon hatched the idea to have the gym open 24 hours and to offer late classes. It proved quite popular, both with the busy locals and with jet-lagged travellers looking for something to do. And so Studio 24 became the first (and currently only) 24 hour gym outside of hotels.

She does have a soft spot for those in trouble and has been known to give free memberships and classes to young women who she thinks need it but can't afford it.

Picture: Yes, I know half a shadow is missing. I am too tired to fix it right now.

http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o59/mhaward/Ciara.jpg

Additional: While I wouldn't see it as a hang-out, vamps are more than welcome to visit Studio 24 without the owners' knowing. Who knows why, maybe to perfect technique, blow-off frustrations of to find a meal that is walking home a little late after dark.

[skylark]

((Ooc: Apologies for the double post everyone! Veldagia and Jacki posted while I was busy with that application. I was going to do a RP post for Ciara as well, but I think triple posting is taking it a BIT far.))

"The Prince would like to announce that you have been selected as the new Nosferatu Primogen." Cade spoke somewhat brazenly, "Congratulations."

Esther raised an eyebrow at the Brujah's words. Primogen, yeah right. A smile snaked across her lips as she wondered what the Brujah's game was. But then she saw Mina nodding and her stomach sank like a stone. No... it couldn't be. But the Tremere were not a clan to joke about something like this. The smile was instantly obliterated from her lips as the fact sunk in that either they were playing the most bizarre and nonsensical trick on her for some unkonwn reason or they were telling the truth. And as far as she knew the Malkavians had yet to discover a way to control people to play their games for them like this.

"There must have been some sort of mix-up, somewhere. Are you certain your message is for me?" Esther said, her voice as icy as her eyes which were studying the duo for any signs that this was indeed a mistake.

[ElektraNatchios33]

Sarah sat down at the bar with the girl she helped with her music, and another man joined them. "Are you alright, love?" She looked at both of them. Apparently she had a boyfriend, but she wasn't sure. She stepped in. "hi, I'm Sarah. I go to UCLA." She stuck out her hand as for someone to shake it. Something told her they wouldn't.

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Elektra - Just letting you know that Valerian will greet her. I'll just give trampled a chance to respond first. :) )))

[PennyTheCorgi]

OOC: Ok, I tried to read through everything but I'm
still a little lost. So if I mess something up feel free
to correct me. :)

Ada closed her eyes breathing in the smells of alcohol,
sweat and smoke. She glided slowly down the steps into Haven,
pushing past the clusters of humans dancing all around. a group
of drunk girls in tight jeans and tanktops up ahead
squealed with laughter as one of them told a joke. They didn't
look older then maybe sixteen or seventeen. Ada shook
her head, they probably had no idea of the kindred all around them.
With just a flick of her dark eyes Ada could pick out a
man near the bar, tapping his foot in tune to the music.
Also at the bar sat Mihael, his total concetration on the
glass of champagne in his hands. There was a rustle and Ada
looked down to see Vivela helping another kindred
scoop up the loose papers that were being scatter and trampled
by the hundreds of human feet. No one stopped to help her and
Ada snorted in digust. Humans, they were all so careless
and selfish. She continued to push her way through the crowd,
edging towards the bar. She wrinkled her nose as she passed the
group of drunk girls. "Disgusting juicebags.." she muttered as one
of the girls swayed on her feet, slopping drink down the front of her
shirt. The others disolved into giggles. Ada turned her head to
watch as Valerian glided towards Vevila, reach
down to help her tp her feet. Suddenly a wave of cold flooded
over Ada's back. She spun wildly to see one of the drunk
girls staring in puzzlement at her empty glass. With a feral growl
Ada shoved the girl, sending her soaring over the table
behind her and into a fountain.

[trampledsneakers]

((Question; since the Haven has a bar, does it serve Humans? And in which case, I'm safe in assuming that the Vamps can't get drinks? Because if I remember correctly, we're not supposed to ingest human foods and drinks, right? If there are vampire drinks though, let me know. xD For now, I'll just act as if there aren't.))

"Tell me about it. Put them under something heavy at home."

A set of hands were moving about with her own, collecting up the papers and straightening them out. Vevila raised her unnatural eyes to meet those of the young, blonde-haired woman who had come to her aid. A smile grazed her lips and she gave the woman nod of gratitude.

"Thank you, at least someone in here has some manners." A tiny sigh could be heard as she set the sheet music on the counter. Moments later, a cool hand slid over her shoulder. Vevila let her neck turn slowly to meet the piercing gaze of a familiar face. A faint smirk toyed with her lips. Valerian.

"You alright, love?"

Vevila swiveled her body so that she could face him. Although Vevila was young in terms of Vampires, she had already learned of many of the members of her clan--and of them, Valerian certainly stood out. Despite being young himself, the dashing man had made quite the name for himself among the Toreadors.

"Ah, Valerian," she chimed, moving forward to plant a fleeting affectionate kiss on the young man's ivory cheek. "Charming as always. I'm fine, although, now that I know you witnessed that embarassing display, I'm quite mortified. Nothing a bit of alcohol can't fix though," she gave an ironic smile. Because she couldn't identify the young blonde with any clan, and she had the flushed pink cheeks of mortality, Vevila hesitated to explain herself, so instead, she embellished the truth. "But you know I've given that dreadful stuff up. Drunkenness is unbecoming of a lady." She waved a pale hand through the air dismissively, as if she didn't miss the beverage at all.

"So, Valerian dear. What pretty young thing are you entertaining tonight, hm?" Her purply-blue eyes scanned the room of scantily clad women. Surely one of them had flit his fancy. It was in her quick scan that she realized she had momentarily forgotten the young woman who had aided her; how rude! But in truth, Valerian could have that effect on you.

"My apologies," she said quickly to her, motioning between her and Valerian. "I don't even know your name." The blonde woman extended a hand and spoke.

"Hi, I'm Sarah. I go to UCLA."

Vevila shot Valerian a slight grin. This was what he lived for, wasn't it? Fresh, pretty blood just offering him a hand to steal into a kiss? This was where he shone. Vevila merely watched with a faint smile, suppressing a giggle and anticipating Valerian's greeting.

((wasn't sure how Val would react, so if that last bit's out of character, let me know and I'll edit. ;) ))

[veldagia]

"There must have been some sort of mix-up, somewhere. Are you certain your message is for me?" Esther said, her voice as icy as her eyes.

Mina felt Esther’s gaze upon her studying them in disbelief. Her eyes boring into her as if to discover some truth hidden within her skull. Mina held her gaze, carefully watching for any sign of anger to cross the Nosferatu’s features. It didn’t sound as though she was overjoyed at the news and Mina was not willing to make an enemey for a decision tht had ultimatley not been her own. The Nosferatu were not known for jumping the gun unlike other clans but still it paid to be cautious.

Mina started to turn as if to leave the message to sink in. To give Esther time to get used to the idea of her clan’s weight upon her shoulders. It was not always an easy burden to bare.

But then she turned her head back around pausing and looking over her shoulder to face the Nosferatu. “It is no mistake It was announced at the council this very night that you are to join us.” She paused the slightest hint of warmth in her smile. “You are welcome to approach the Prince yourself if there is any doubt in your mind. He should be informed of your acceptance or if you have other plans.”


((OCC Trampled the bar does serve humans, or at least it served Zillah :D

I'm not sure re the rules this RP with vamps taking in very small quantities of drink/food to pretend to act human

Skylark just to make it clear, Mina started to walk away but stopped in case Esther had any response.))

[Jacki_SC]

“It is no mistake. It was announced at the council this very night that you are to join us. You are welcome to approach the Prince yourself if there is any doubt in your mind. He should be informed of your acceptance or if you have other plans.” Cade smirked as Mina turned to walk away, and waited till she finished speaking before adding his own commentary.
“I feel remorseful for you, too. Having to smug up to that pathetic excuse for a Prince.” He let out a cattery laughter that he thought was appropriate for the line.
“The line ups for Primogen of this city appal me. So many females…” He didn’t exactly make it clear if he was joking or not, but simply grinned to himself, and reached into his pocket to retrieve a pair of black sunglasses. After fixing them on his head he began to walk in the opposite direction, not before he looked over his shoulder to spy on Mina. No doubt she was striking. He didn’t heed to pay attention to Esther’s response. He could feel a thirst for blood developing, to sooth his temper after the meeting with the Prince. Young blood. Something fresh. He moistened his lips at the thought of tasting another neck, and headed off down the street.

[cherryp3]

ooc: Misha, huh? I kind of like that. :] I'm assuming it's said the way it's spelt?

The perimeter about Mihael had become swollen with activity upon the descent of that graceful Toreador, Vevila. It seemed some anonymous mortal had come to her aide, along with the graceful Kindred Valerian. A great sneer flew over the Tremere's face at the tiny cluster of Toreador multiplying at his feet. Something about those Kindred made him uneasy. They held an air about them of grace and poise that radiated and possessed everything around them. Such folk did not settle well with the solitary creature. For the treasure of beauty a terrible price must be paid... It seemed that was the way it worked with such beasts.

He pulled his gaze away from the scene and focused his mind on the sound of the music's softening. He glanced up, eyes falling upon the stage where the great curtains of burgundy began to roll away, drifting like light phantoms to the side of their post. The lights dimmed a tinge more while simultaneously a warm glow draped over the stage, revealing a grand piano.
Mihael's brow rose once more, and he eyed that place with curiosity as a nervous-looking young woman took the stage. In her hands she shuffled a collection of papers before taking a seat aside the piano...

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Michael took in a deep breath as she passed through the crowds. It seemed that creatures of the night might be everywhere. Her eyes stapled to each passing figure, the blurred silhouette of every dancer poised about the floor. Could this finally be the break she was looking for? A gathering place for vampire? She knew better than to get her hopes up. Each sight she had played before led to nothing but a false hope blistering at her fingers. Still. The place was such an obvious breeding ground for those who feed off the night, humans and vampires alike. Surely, surely there must be something...

Silently she slipped up to the stairs which led to the stage. Her heart hammered against its cage, threatening to tear from her very body. The crowds, the blistering heat...such things had never affected her before. So why did her heart race then? Why was it that her every limbs shook with a vigor, knees knocked soundly? She couldn't be sure, she only hoped she looked gracefully nervous. If such a thing were possible.

The lighting burned against her skin as she steadied her breathing, entering the spotlight to sit upon the stool. Before her marched the keys of ebony and ivory, her companions from years past. Delicately she held her fingers at an arch over them and she lingered for several moments simply breathing, cleansing her mind of all worry.
Then, she began to play. It was one of her favorites, a melancholy tune that spoke of wretchedness and the damned. Perhaps it was a sort of promise in her mind that she would free herself from every thought of the vampiric one day...As she lost herself in thought, her fingers danced gracefully across those keys, dipping and skimming. Light, yet powerful strokes fell as the music deepened, lulling the world about her into a sense of something sinister. As she herself faded from the world and entered a realm of her own.

[innoscenteyes]

Bee was about to turn to see the dashing man but instead heard a scream and a crash. She looked up to see a young girl knocked out in the fountain. She looked for the person who had done and saw that it was Ada and from where she was standing and where the girl ways laying it was a good distance. How dare she. She used to much strength for that and in this bar. She would be punished. She quickly ran to her. "How dare you do this here. You are making to much of a scene." She had seen that she was drinched with alcohol. SHe lost her temper Bee could understand why but she was making herself noticed. Valerian would not be please. Thwy must think of a way to get this cleaned up before someone calls the humans authorities. "Ada this has got to get cleaned up right now."

[PennyTheCorgi]

Ada tried to remain calm, she hoped Bee hadn't seen the brief spark of fear in her eyes. She hadn't meant to throw the girl that far or knock her out. "Ada this has got to get cleaned up right now." Bee whispered urgently. "You think I don't know that?!" Ada hissed. "what am I suppose to do?" Ada turned quickly to look at the other girls. They stared stupidly at her. Hopefully they were too drunk to comprehend what had just happened. Ada cringed inwardly, trying desperately to think of a quick way to clean up her stupid mess. Valerian would not be happy about this.

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Oi! So much to respond to. Gimme a minute! *lol*)))

[innoscenteyes]

Bee looked at Ada. " grap an arm. well carry her out like she was drunk and fell. We will dump her in the alley on the side of the building." Bee knew Ada could carry her herself but she wanted tm amke sure everything got cleaned up and they were no breaches.

[GeeWayrocks]

Catherine surveys everyone else in the club. It's filled up since she got there. Somehow she knows she won't get any action, so she stands up to leave.

[Shadowblade]

(OOC: Er...well, I dunno how exactly to interject Kess in the middle of this, so I'll put him in how he would usually spend his evenings- alone. This whole RPG seems to be turning out pretty well! I love all the interactions between everyone's characters...)

Kess sat at the bar by himself, toying with a lit cigarette he had just plucked off some drunk guy. He didn't smoke often, but cigarettes were useful for other things, after all...He pressed the lit end to the inside of his wrist and held it, enjoying the hiss and almost complete lack of pain. After ten seconds or so, he lifted and pressed again. He continued on this way until he had a complete Pagan protection sigil embedded in his skin.

He giggled slightly as he held his arm up to the shoddy club lighting- what little there was, of course- and admired his handiwork. He didn't often use cigarettes or burning at all, really, to make his symbols. But sometimes, it was like a good drink. He just had to have it.

Placing the cigarette in his mouth (no point in wasting it, after all), he grimaced distastefully at the bitter taste of human. "Vile," he muttered, spitting it out and almost hitting a teenaged girl that was sashaying past. She caught his eye and winked. He flipped her off. "Get lost!"

Highly affronted, she strutted away to find some other poor loser to be her slut. It was disgusting, really, the way they let such young, immature humans in here. "They could get hurt," he whispered to himself with a smirk. Dangerous people hung out at The Haven, didn't they know? I could show them, he thought, eyeing the girl he had just dismissed, who stood talking intently with her friends, throwing dirty looks his direction.

Goodness (or lack thereof), how he hated human girls. At least the younger ones. The way they flocked together...their distasteful clothing choices...their dancing that just asked to be taught a lesson...He bared his teeth. Disgusting.

Taking another look around the overcrowded, all-too-warm club, he could identify several other vampires of varying clans there. "Must be a night for making friends," he laughed aloud, running his fingers over his newest mark. "Must be nice."

(OOC: The whole 'branding' thing was just to illustrate Kess' slight insanity, as is the incessant giggling :3dcool: )

[Kakashi_Hatake_SC]

Spirit stepped into the Haven, and glanced around. It was busy as usual, he decided to isolate himself, he really didn't like crowds but he needed some action. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, the lights from the dance floor were playing off his sunglasses as he watched the people dance. His head bobbed a bit to the beat of the music, he began to scan the room looking for his first blood of the night.

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: trampled - It's perfect! I've posted about him only twice, and already you have him down to a tee! :)

Oh, and yeah, you're right. Vampires can't actually ingest anything but blood, as their bodies are dead, and the only way of them feeling the effects of drugs or alcohol, is by drinking from a drunk or drugged up person.
The biggest thrill for vampires though isn't drugs, but drinking blood. Especially kindred blood. :)

So yes, as The Haven is part of the Masquerade, it's like a regular club for humans, serving only "real" drinks. Vampires however, should they want a sip, are more than welcome to approach Valerian, as he's not only the host and owner of the club, but also serves as a blood doll. IF he likes you. ;)

Whew! Long ooc.)))


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Coming face to face with Vevila, Valerian was once again struck by how captivating she really was. It happened every time. The Toreadors were known for being handsome and pretty, but Vevila was the very essence of beauty. Dark and alluring, her violet gaze through lowered lashes beckoning the core of any man that laid eyes on her. And that sensual, graceful swagger when she moved... The phrase "poetry in motion" came to mind, no matter how cheesy a cliché it was. For her, it was true.
It was no wonder her Sire had chosen to Embrace her. All the other Toreadors seemed to pale in comparison.

"Ah, Valerian," she greeted him, her soft, melodic voice vibrating in his ear as she leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Charming as always. I'm fine, although, now that I know you witnessed that embarassing display, I'm quite mortified."

Valerian laughed softly. The elegance with which she had fallen could hardly be described as an "embarassing display". Had people seen it, their jaws would've dropped over the fact that someone could make falling over seem like an art.

"Nothing a bit of alcohol can't fix though," she said, irony twinkling in her eyes. "But you know I've given that dreadful stuff up. Drunkenness is unbecoming of a lady."

And with a delicate wave of her hand, she changed the subject.

"So, Valerian dear. What pretty young thing are you entertaining tonight, hm?"

Words that drew another smile from his lips, and he followed her gaze as she scanned the club. It was busy tonight, both with humans and Kindred. Almost too busy, for his taste. While he did enjoy socializing, too many people made it difficult to keep an eye on everyone, and if he founs someone that piqued his interest more than the rest, there was the risk of them disappearing off someplace else before he got a chance to approach.
Though he would never be completely deserted, as he had a tendency to draw people to him, Kindred and kine alike. Intentionally or unintentionally, he never had to feel lonely.

As his gaze landed on a young woman, heading for the stage, he got so distracted he completely forgot to answer Vevila's question. Was this the pianist he'd heard so much about? The one whose fingers seemed to draw the melody from the keys, like sweet caresses drawing soft moans from a lover?
It was the performance he'd been waiting for.

However, Vevila and the young blonde next to her soon had his attention return to them, as Vevila's voice once again chimed in his ear.

"My apologies. I don't even know your name."

The blonde responded in an instant, extending a hand to be shaken.

"Hi, I'm Sarah. I go to UCLA."

Valerian saw the amused smile on Vevila's lips, out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't hold back a smile of his own. She knew him too well.
Without saying a word, he gently lifted Sarah's hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles. Women's delicate hands weren't for grabbing and shaking about.

"Valerian", he said, holding her hand a moment longer than necessary before letting go, and adding, to match her own introduction; "I would be your host."

But no sooner had he spoken those words, than something else jerked his attention away from the two ladies. A soft growl and a loud splash behind him had his head whipping around to see what was going on. Surely it was just a brawl between two humans? No Kindred would be foolish enough to start a fight in here. The Prince would have their heads. After Valerian did.

But much to his surprise, it turned out that one of the parties involved was indeed a vampire. Ada. Soon to be joined by Beyonca. A Tremere and a Ventrue. Two clans that rarely caused a scene. Judging by the growl he'd heard, Valerian's bet would've been a Brujah brute.

"Excuse me, ladies", he said, shooting a warm smile over at Vevila and Sarah before leaving them, striding over to Ada and Beyonca.

Upon reaching them, he stopped and locked gazes with the both of them. Ada at first, and then Beyonca. He didn't say a word, but his eyes demanded an explanation. And fast.

[PennyTheCorgi]

Bee looked at Ada. " grap an arm. well carry her out like she was drunk and fell. We will dump her in the alley on the side of the building." Bee knew Ada could carry her herself but she wanted tm amke sure everything got cleaned up and they were no breaches.

Ada gave her a brisk nod and moved to grab hold of
the unconcious girl's arm. A few drops of blood dripped from
underneath her intricate hairstyle and fell into fountain. Ada
licked her lips at the smell of fresh blood, then quickly shook
her head. Now was not the time to be thinking of blood. Without
so much as a grunt they lifted the young woman out of the
fountain (a difficult task for a human as the girl was by not slim.)
Ada heard Bee gasp but before she could turn to
see what the problem was she felt a cold tingle on the back of her
neck. Valerian stood directly behind her, clearly unhappy.
Ada let the girl's arm drop with a thump and turned to face
Valerian. "Valerian, I can explain.." Ada said nervously smoothing the wrinkles from her crimson silk dress.
Valerian's smoldering gaze didn't waver, there would
be no sympathy here.

[innoscenteyes]

Bee saw Valerain approachining ans couldnt do nothing but gasp. OH no she thought. She hoped that they could clear this up before he has seen it. Its then she noticed the blood coming from the girls head. She has well learn how to control the beast, but somtimes it was hard and she was hungry. Ada quickly dropped the young girls arm. "Valerain I can explain.." She was nervous, Bee could tell. By Valerains eyes someone could tell he was mad at them. Probably thought Bee had something to do with it. "Valerain I a sure you that it was the young girls fault. I am here to help clean the mess up before someone gets alarmed." She could see the two girls staring at them. Must have been the girls friends. "Valerain before someone sees let us clean this up. We are going to take her to they alley. If found they will think she was drunk and fell."

[AtropaMandragora]

The times Valerian got angry were rare and far apart. 99% of the time he was laid back and sweet, always with a smile for everyone. But when he did get angry, he was not to be toyed with. Especially not when what had angered him was someone causing trouble in his beloved night club. When that happened, he was nothing like the kitten most knew him to be.

"Valerian, I can explain...", Ada stuttered, running a hand over her dress in an attempt to smooth out the creases.

The Toreador, although young - younger than the two vampires before him - held her gaze, his posture radiating with an authority that came from his protectiveness of The Haven, and the Elysium brand. He wasn't one to confront people, especially not in such an angry and intimidating way, but when something he treasured was being threatened, he didn't hesitate.

"Please do", he snapped, folding his arms over his chest.

But before Ada could say another word, Beyonca interjected.

"Valerain I a sure you that it was the young girls fault. I am here to help clean the mess up before someone gets alarmed. Valerain before someone sees let us clean this up. We are going to take her to they alley. If found they will think she was drunk and fell."

Valerian's eyes narrowed. He did not like that plan one bit. A young girl found unconscious outside of his club? Never. While their plan might actually work, it was still risky, and there was the tiniest chance it would end up in the papers.
Valerian wouldn't have that.

"No".

The one word sounded almost like a whiplash.

"I'll take care of it. You two just scurry on out of here."

[Psyche_SC]

#4

Carmilla realized, as she approached the young man, that she had not thought this through. Was she that desperate to be free from Seath? Apparently. No matter how charming this man seemed, she didn't know much about talking to strange men that might have an interest in her. Many had tried, but Seath scared them all away.

"Could I get you a drink."

Even a simple question like that stunned her. Any answer could be fateful. If he had been able to read her mind, he would laugh at her. She was sure of it. They were strangers. Eyes meeting for a few seconds was not a lifelong achievement. She had to admit, to herself atleast, that she did not know what the hell she was doing. The Malkavians had to be pretty insane, if they were more insane than this.

To Carmillas defence, she had only briefly met Malkavians. Seath didn't care much for the clan, so he were dismissive everytime they were near. Maybe it was their uncanny insight that scared him. Carmilla knew Malkavians only in theory, and it felt almost like a scary tale than something real. How could a clan that insane even function? How could the Prince stand for it?

Carmilla shook her head, as her mind was wandering. But then she understood it must look to the man like she was saying no to his offer.

"I want to", she replied. "But I can't..."

Oh, how stupid it must have sounded... Carmilla closed her eyes for a few seconds. She was a supernatural creature, a child of the underworld. And she couldn't even approach a human without bringing shame to her clan. They were brilliant, not stuttering fools.




((( ooc: I know NPC Seath is mentioned throughout my posts, but he is a big part of Carmillas past and present right now. I hope it's okay. )))

[cherryp3]

Michael halted her playing for the slightest of moments, as her eyes descended upon a very peculiar scene just below. A clumsy girl had dumped her glass of liquor onto an elegant young woman, who in return had soundly shoved her into a fountain, knocking the girl unconscious. Very few others seemed to notice the events that were transpiring, perhaps the only reason she could so effortlessly view the scene was due to her heightened position upon the stage. Hastily she resumed playing, allowing her fingers to once more claim their rule over the keys. Though her eyes never wavered from that atypical sight.

Without hesitation a woman approached the girl, hissing something under her breath. The other looked frantic. As though she hadn’t meant to deliver the powerful assault. Perhaps she was stronger than she looked, but it seemed highly unlikely that the slight young woman could possess such strength that an accidental shove might propel the other girl into the fountain, knocking her unconscious. It was shortly after the arrival of that woman that yet another figure approached them. If she wasn’t mistaken, that man was named Valerian…the man who ran the night club.
Michael observed him with a fierce gaze, observing the emotions flickering over his face. Anger. One might find it a completely normal sight after such a display occurred within his establishment. Still. Something else lingered there, demanding for something that couldn’t be explained by mere fury. Her eyes slid to a slight young man who also seemed quite enraged, only to find his gaze melting over to meet her own. Those mahogany eyes seemed to shred through her body, and they held a wisdom beyond his years. Instantly her gaze fled back to the sheet music set before her and she continued to play, hoping she hadn’t been too blatant with her observances.
However, she realized with surprise that she had only a few more keys to go. Elegantly her fingers drifted over the last notes, concluding with a flourish. She did not know if anyone applauded, nor did she care. Her mind could hear nothing, only see that group before her. She had to do something, involve herself in some way with that gathering. If she could achieve that, she might just be able to unearth something of vast importance, a key clue in her search. Though, as usual, Lady Luck gambled against her and won.

"That was brilliant, superb, moving. I feel as if you delved into my very soul, you have a true gift!" a young woman was suddenly draping herself across the piano. A raven-haired vixen with the strangest eyes Michael had ever seen. Such beauty she radiated. Fear and perhaps a pinprick of hope rose through her body. Unmeasurable beauty...It was the same quality Gaston's lover possessed. No. She couldn't allow herself to suspect so quickly. She had done nothing to gain suspicions, aside from her unearthly beauty. There were truly gorgeous people in the world, though...her beauty was almost eerie...She might have been a descendant of Helen of Troy. "Your talent is astounding! Please, some day, afford me the honor of accompanying you, can you permit me that?"

Her voice rang clear and light, and Michael found herself drawn into the beautiful tones, "Perhaps," she spoke, the faintest of French accents lacing across her voice. "I see no reason why you couldn't." She batted her eyes at the young woman, curiosity rolling in her eyes. "I rather think I might enjoy it, so yes. Feel free to accompany me the next time I play," a warm smile bloomed across her features. "I'm sure a beautiful creature such as yourself must have a songbird voice to accompany that beauty."

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Mihael’s eyes narrowed as he peered upon the pianist. Something wasn’t right with that one. She watched too keenly for a mere onlooker. She followed every motion with her eyes, unyielding. When she finally latched her gaze upon the Tremere, her eyes fell back to her piano. Quickly, he seized this moment to approach the others, standing beside Valerian in a rigid stance.

“Ada,” he addressed the beautiful young Tremere in a low hiss, shaking his head, “Next time think before assaulting kine so brazenly. Your actions reflect upon the rest of the Tremere.” While his tone remained quite civil, his eyes blazed with a mixture of fury and shame. He then turned to Valerian, and he motioned with his head towards the stage.
“Be careful with that one,” he snarled, “I’m fairly certain she saw the entire thing, and unfortunately she’s not so drunk as our other bystanders. She seems to know something’s amiss.”

[trampledsneakers]

((Likewise! Your description of Vevila was so beautiful! I wish I could make her sound that enchanting! o_o I'm taking notes. haha. Look out Cherry, Vevvie's coming for Michael!))

From somewhere far-off and distant, music had begun to play. And not the throbbing, brain curdling rhythms the DJ churned out with pulsing electronic beats. Pure, heart-rending piano. It made her old soul weep from somewhere deep inside of her; the soul she had lost long ago. The sliver of humanity that remained wailed in yearning, suppressed under the beast that now took residence in her, squelching her human heart. Vevila's intense eyes snapped up to the stage. Who could be playing such a melody? Certainly a Toreador, yes? The captivating woman who sat at the piano, however, was no Toreador. Most likely not even a vampire. How intriguing.

From beside her Vevila heard the sultry voice of Valerian cascading over Sarah. Poor thing, she didn't stand a chance if he really went for her. Vevila's lips broke into a smile that mirrored his. What a charming creature he truly was. As his cool hand ensnared the young woman's hand in his own, the grace and allure of his movements only broadened her smile. Heavens, how he made her proud of her clan. Had she been a human, her knees certainly would have buckled at the very instant his lips would have grazed her skin. There was a subtle, unspoken seduction in his every movement. Merely the intonation of his velvety voice was enough to send chills rifling along one's spine. His skin was a pure, milky hue, devoid of any flaws. There was a way about him that afforded him the ability to say precisely what the person he addressed wanted to hear, to touch them precisely the way they wanted to be touched. Valerian drew out the desire in people, and for this, he was almost lust incarnate. Vevila's gaze danced over to the young blonde. Sarah seemed to be faring well, despite the overwhelming charm that was Valerian.

A loud crash from nearby sent their heads snapping in the direction of the racket. Apparently, several kindred had been foolish enough to quarrel. Here, of all places, in the presence of humans. Vevila was young and naive, but even she was aware of the decorum necessary in public.

"Excuse me, ladies."

Vevila pouted adorably and gave a nod of understanding. "Duty calls," she flashed a tiny smile and winked demurely as he strode off to handle the ruffians. "Some people..." she muttered to Sarah. Now that she was no longer distracted, however, Vevila's gaze wandered back to the lone pianist. There was an immediate respect and appreciation for her. Partly due to her clanship, and partly her own nature.

"Pardon me, Sarah dear, I just must speak with that talented woman!" Vevila chimed merrily, seizing the girl's hand and setting a delicate kiss atop it. "Lovely meeting you, and thank you for your help! You're too kind. We'll see each other soon, I'm certain." Another wink and she was breaking through the crowd, heading for the stage.

Vevila ascended the stairs to the stage two by two with the practiced precision and confidence of a seasoned professional. Her heels made no difference; she was quick, elegant, and moved as if she were dancing along barefooted. Atop the stage a few whistles from the crowd were emitted and she waved them off with a coy smile. Her sheet music was still clamped firmly in her pale hands, and she found the disc jockey she had promised her music to. He took it gratefully and slid it into a briefcase, giving her a peck on the cheek in gratitude. With that settled, she approached the piano.

She did not walk as much as she moved by gliding. It almost looked as if she didn't touch the ground because her movements were so fluid, so effortless. Her elbows came to rest atop the glossy ebony surface and she propped her face up between two slender hands. Wine-colored eyes fixed on the face of the elegant pianist, and when she had concluded playing, Vevila clapped enthusiastically.

"That was brilliant, superb, moving. I feel as if you delved into my very soul, you have a true gift!" Her words of praise spilled out melodiously, like a burbling stream that had no end. "Your talent is astounding! Please, some day, afford me the honor of accompanying you, can you permit me that?" Vevila's eyes were aglow with the appreciation that all Toreador had for the arts, captivated by the beauty and artistry of the piano. That love for artistic finery had overwhelmed her, as it sometimes did, and she was temporarily lost in her daze of mirth.

((...eee, she's so over the top. xD ))

[cherryp3]

ooc: Woops! Didn't see your post, Trampled! Editing now!

[PennyTheCorgi]

"I'll take care of it. You two just scurry on out of here."

Ada bristled as Valerian spoke. Who the H*** did he think he was? She stopped brushing her dress and looked up at him. "F*** you." She said thickly. "Bee, if your still willing to help me would you mind either escorting our drunk friend here behind the coffee shop next door or buying the nice young ladies over there another drink?"

“Ada,” he addressed the beautiful young Tremere in a low hiss, shaking his head, “Next time think before assaulting kine so brazenly. Your actions reflect upon the rest of the Tremere.” While his tone remained quite civil, his eyes blazed with a mixture of fury and shame. He then turned to Valerian, and he motioned with his head towards the stage.
“Be careful with that one,” he snarled, “I’m fairly certain she saw the entire thing, and unfortunately she’s not so drunk as our other bystanders. She seems to know something’s amiss.”

Ada glowered at Mihael. "I'm not a child nor a juicebag human, Mihael. I'm fully aware I made a mistake and I don't need you to waste your time stating the obvious." She snapped. Ada tried to ignore the waves of anger rolling off of Valerian. Turning back to him to said. "Someone might want to deal with your nosy musician over there."

[cherryp3]

ooc: Alright, edited! Sorry about that. :]

[innoscenteyes]

"I'll take care of it. You two just scurry on out of here." Valerain said with ice.
How dare him talk to me like i am a child. Before she could say anything Ada said hightly enraged. F*** you." Bee, if your still willing to help me would you mind either escorting our drunk friend here behind the coffee shop next door or buying the nice young ladies over there another drink?"
Bee didtn know what to say at first. She is acting unlike a Tremere. "I will help you bring her out. Valerain why dont you do the hard part and figure out something to do with her two friends over there." SHe knew that it was going to make Valerian more the enraged with them but she couldnt back out of helping Ada now. Bee always stayed to her word. She was thinking the coffe shop was a little awarkward place for a drunk to pass out. "Ada maybe we should take her to the human club down the street. I have heard may stories of people getting hurt there." Bee always kept up with the news of the city. Being a Ventrue it wasnt out of her nature.

[veldagia]

Zillah watched slightly enchanted by her as she appeared to consider the offer, confusion blurring across her pretty face. He leaned back on the stool patiently waiting for her answer. He had all night to play. Since he’d chucked the last girlfriend after she had the nerve to suggest that he should get a normal job and work nine to five. He had been astonished, she sure hadn’t complained about the jewels and fancy restaurants. He had even been faithful but asking him to change had just been too much. He was who he was they could accept it or leave.

He brought the glass to his mouth, downing the amber contents in one. But as she began to shake her head his smile became more fixed upon his face. Was she really about to say no, to him? It wasn’t an answer he heard very often.

"I want to", she replied. "But I can't..."

So she wants to. His hand came up to his mouth, one finger brushing across his bottom lip thoughtfully as he gaze wandered from her through the club in the direction her companion had left. His eyes narrowed slightly as long sunkissed lashes fell over his lids. Did she want to play cat and mouse or was it that her companion really did have some kind of control over her.

Zillah reached into his pocket and stylishly pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Placing one eloquently between his cherry red lips he brought the lighter up to his mouth and lit it. Never once taking his eyes off her as the flame danced over his face. “I suppose you can’t smoke either.” He smiled pushing the packet back into his pocket.

“I’m going to go take a slash, whilst you decide just what you can do darlin’” Zillah purred, flashing her an enthralling smile as he brushed passed her heading for the men’s bathroom.

His walk though still having its usual snake-hipped qualities was a little off centre. Seeing a young girl being propped up by two other’s he turned his head eyes narrowing slightly. Was that blood dripping from her head? She looked in an awful state. Probably taken too much off some substance she knew nothing about and taking a big crash. He turned to continue his journey. It really was none of his business. And he had more pressing things on his mind. How exactly to lure the captivating woman away from her companion?

((NPCs are perfectly fine with me. ))

[PennyTheCorgi]

"Ada maybe we should take her to the human club down the street. I have heard may stories of people getting hurt there."

Ada let the glare fade from her eyes as she turned to Bee. That's probably a better idea." she murmered. She tried to ignore the heated looks from Mihael and Valerian, but she couldn't help wondering if they were right. She had been stupid to uleash her anger on a human like that and she was by no means acting like the Tremere she claimed to be. Guilt seemed in around the edges of her mind but she pushed it away. Now was not the time for worry. "Let's go." she said, grabbing the human girls arm again.

[AtropaMandragora]

As Ada cursed at him, rage flared in Valerian's eyes. "F*** you?" That was the answer he got for letting her off the hook that easily? Even letting her walk away to leave him with the chore of cleaning up her mess? Ungrateful, ill-mannered b****.
She even ignored his request to take care of things himself, and instead turned to Beyonca, talking to her about carrying on with their foolish plan. She seemed set on getting Valerian into even more trouble than he already was.
But if that was he plan, she had another thing coming.

However, before he could reply, Mihael appeared at his side, apparently none too pleased with the scene himself.

"Ada,", he hissed in a hushed voice, addressing his fellow Tremere. "Next time think before assaulting kine so brazenly. Your actions reflect upon the rest of the Tremere."

Then, he turned to Valerian, motioning towards the girl that had caught Valerian's eye minutes ago. She was now up on stage, playing the most beautiful piece. And it angered Valerian even more, as he had been determined not to miss her performance, and here he was, getting cursed at by some Tremere witch for trying to keep this place what it was intended to be.

"Be careful with that one," Mihael snarled, "I’m fairly certain she saw the entire thing, and unfortunately she’s not so drunk as our other bystanders. She seems to know something’s amiss."

Valerian merely offered him slight glare. Was he now going to take matters into his own hands as well, like his fellow clan member?
No. It seemed he had the sense to let Valerian to take care of it. And take care of it, he would. In his own way. He was not about to take suggestions, as they would all be likely to involve death. And he would not kill such a talented artist.

"I'm not a child nor a juicebag human, Mihael", Ada retorted to her clan Elder. "I'm fully aware I made a mistake and I don't need you to waste your time stating the obvious."

Oh, so she made a mistake, did she? Didn't one usually apologize for making mistakes, and not tell the ones hurt by them to f*** off?
Still, an apology seemed to be the last thing on Ada's mind as she turned to Valerian once again.

"Someone might want to deal with your nosy musician over there."

Valerian scowled, his temper flaring higher by the minute. Causing trouble in his club, and an Elysium at that, cursing at him, disrespecting him, and now having the audacity to tell him what to do? The nerve!

"I will help you bring her out", Beyonca once again interjected, clearly referring to the unconscious girl. "Valerain why dont you do the hard part and figure out something to do with her two friends over there. "Ada maybe we should take her to the human club down the street. I have heard may stories of people getting hurt there."

Still ignoring Valerian's wishes, the two women kept on making plans for something he'd already discharged them from doing.

"That's probably a better idea", Ada muttered, and grabbed the arm of the poor girl. "Let's go."

"No!" Valerian hissed, and this time his tone clearly stated that there was no room for further objections on their part. "Get out. NOW. And don't either of you two dare to ever set foot in here again. You've outstayed your welcome."

He glanced around, making eye contact with a couple of Kindred he knew would come to his aid, should these two ladies be foolish enough to keep protesting, before looking back at them again.

"Now get", he spat.

[PennyTheCorgi]

"No!" Valerian hissed, and this time his tone clearly stated that there was no room for further objections on their part. "Get out. NOW. And don't either of you two dare to ever set foot in here again. You've outstayed your welcome."

He glanced around, making eye contact with a couple of Kindred he knew would come to his aid, should these two ladies be foolish enough to keep protesting, before looking back at them again.

"Now get", he spat.

A look of shock rippled breifly over Ada's face before she could maintain her cold facade. "Fine." she said icily. "I'll go. But none of this was Bee's fault, she was just trying to help cover my mistake." Dropping the girls arm with a thud she stalked past Valerian towards the doors.

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: He's not the Primogen, but he is an Elder. :)

Also guys, remember to give people a chance to respond. I had a hard time keeping up with everything just now. So, whenever it seems someone might want their character to have a chance to react, give the person a little time. Okay? :) Just a friendly reminder.

Oh, and, Valerian might be persuaded to ub-ban them from The Haven. Eventually. Not now. *s* An apology and a civil chat, and he'll consider it.
Just don't want to leave you guys out in the cold, or anything. :) )))

[innoscenteyes]

Bee stood there a moment. Ice spat from Valerain as he spoke to them.
"Fine I will leave. If you dont want me back the fine! And if you want to clean this up yourself them do so."
Then she dropped the gurl and she fell face first to the floor.SHe never should have helped She was cursing her self as she was walking to the door. The ventrue in her made her want to made sure things were tidy and clean. No leaks. She justed hoped that he didnt tell the Prince.

[Psyche_SC]

#5

Carmilla must have looked pretty offended, as the young man left her with a “I’m going to go take a slash, whilst you decide just what you can do darlin’”. Never had a man spoken to her like that, and she wondered if mortal women of this modern age were charmed by that. Carmilla prefered when he looked at her, or offered her a drink. But announcing his bathroom habits really brought that sinister side of her to the surface. She turned and looked as he walked away from her. As the woman she was, she was mad that he just left her there when she had done the unthinkable to even be able to talk to him. He not knowing about her sacrifice served as no excuse. As the vampire she was, she wanted to have his blood shoot out of him and into her. She wanted to trance him, make him violently ill and have him puke blood as the mere mortal he was...

Confused by... everything, Carmilla left the bar and followed the young man. This was an Elysium, so of course she couldn't use her disciplines on him, and she never really intended to. But she was a Tremere. A 275 year old cunning being, and he had just dismissed her. Being both shy and angry was no easy task, as Carmilla slowed down when the young man reached the bathroom door.

Well, she might be a sorcerer. She could trance a room full of humans, have them attack one another and go into fatal fits. But she would never set foot in there.


((( ooc: veldagia - I hope I haven't made things complicated. I just go with the flow... ;) And sometimes things get complicated, all by themselves... ;) )))

[veldagia]

Zillah exited the bathroom his thoughts still consumed by the women. What did she want? She turned down his offer of a drink but then looked annoyed when he left her to fulfil nature’s requirements. Sometimes he thought they were a whole other species. How on earth they were supposed to exist on the same planet amazed him. One minute she was looking at him as though he was the only one in the room and the next she was confused and shaking her head at him. It just didn’t make any sense.

And why was he so bothered. It wasn’t like he couldn’t have his pick of any of the women in here. They all secomed eventually to either the lure of his smile or expanse of cash. But something about her had got right under his skin. A certain charm. Or perhaps it was that he always wanted what he couldn’t have. And he wouldn’t give in until he had it firmly in his grasp.

But as he stepped outside the door a look of shock registered briefly through his eyes. She’d followed him here, and she was still looking slightly ticked off. He quickly composed himself and leaned languidly against the wall. Pausing a moment to consider his options. His eyes trailing around for any sign of her companion.

OK, Zillah thought, let’s try again. She sure looked worth it. “Zillah, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He said with a guarded smile as he held out his hand.

(OCC skipped the bathroom habits part *s*

Psyche – No worries really :D not knowing how the other characters will react is a big part of the fun for me))

[AtropaMandragora]

Finally the two women seemed to register that Valerian wasn't in the least amused by their antics. And no wonder. He knew that at the moment he looked nothing like his usual charming self. "A cougar" Claudia had called him, one of the few times she had actually managed to anger him. A viciousness glinting in his eyes, as he stood protecting his turf.

"Fine", Ada said, her voice as cold as her gaze. "I'll go. But none of this was Bee's fault, she was just trying to help cover my mistake."

With that, she let go of the girl and walked past Valerian, heading towards the door.

"Fine I will leave", Beyonca said. "If you dont want me back the fine! And if you want to clean this up yourself them do so."

Moments later, she too was gone, following Ada and leaving Valerian with Mihael and the still unconscious human girl. Valerian simply shot her back a glare, before tending to the girl. Beyonca might not have been the instigator, but she had disrespected him in his own club, his own haven even. He couldn't think of one good reason why he shouldn't ban her.

Looking over at his usual table, he managed to catch Melody's attention and a slight motion of his head had her hurrying over in a flash. A soft smile appeared on his lips, as the anger slowly eased away. She always had been eager to please. Instructing her to make sure the girl was alright, and then take her to the hospital, he himself stood, pulling himself to his full height and taking aim on the girl's friends.
However, before going over there to charm them into thinking their eyes had merely played a trick on them, he shot Mihael a glance.

"I appreciate the heads up", he said, referring to the Elder's observation of the pianist, who was currently being pounced on by a highly enthusiastic Vevila.

He couldn't help but break into a smile at her excitement. She was so vivacious, so full of life that she almost made him feel like a stiff.
However, sensing impatience from next to him, his attention soon returned to the Tremere. 'Yes, yes, I know', he thought. '"Unless it has to do with beauty or art, the Toreador have an attention span of two seconds", and all that jazz.'

"I'll deal with her", he continued the comment he had started making. "But I get to do it my way. Do I have your word on that?"


(((ooc: Claudia is his Ventrue partner, and Melody his ghoul, for those who didn't already know. It's hard to keep up with all the NPC's so... :)

Oh, and trampled; LOVED your latest description of Valerian. You're better at describing him than I am. *lol*)))

[innoscenteyes]

Bee hated what had just happened. SHe stod outside a minute woundering what she should do. She was more than angery leaving. How could he bann her from his club. How could he! It was barely after dark and already she got into a world of mess. Slowly she started walking won the street. A breeze caught her hair was was toying with it flipping it all around. She loved the feel of a breeze, not as much as when she was human. All the senses were better as a human. Sometimes she missed it. The warmth of the blood running threw her veins, the heat of passion. It was all so long ago.

((ooc: Bee is approachable if anyone wants to come out of the club to interact with her. I am out of ideas of things she can do at the moment. lol.))

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: There are other hot spots. :) They just haven't been activated yet.
Oh, and, the Prince is likely to hear about the fight, even if it doesn't come from Valerian. There were many Kindred in the club, and the Prince has his spies. ;) )))

[ElektraNatchios33]

Sarah had stuck out her hand and the handsome man took it and laid a light kiss upon it. Everything became fuzzy for her. She could only make out the name Valerian. Not a very common name. She could surely look it up. He left to talk to a pianist who walked up to the stage. The woman, whos name was Vevila took her hand and kissed it too. Sarah felt like she was going to faint. Then Olivia came running over. "Sarah! Sarah! Did you see that fight?" Of course she was zonked out and didn't hear a thing. She fell back on the chair, and Olivia was able to catch her without causing too big of a commotion. "Are you okay Sarah?" Olivia looked at the bartender. "Did she drink anything?" He replied. "No, nothing at all." Olivia put Sarah's arm over her shoulder. "Let's go home." She momentarialy regained conciousness, and saw one last look at Valerian as her friend pulled her out of the club.

(Sarah will just sneak back out later :)))

[Psyche_SC]

#6

The anger was sinking back inside Carmilla as she saw that she surprised him by following him to the bathroom. It seemed like none of them knew why they we're drawn to each other, and maybe that was what annoyed them both.

“Zillah, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He said with a guarded smile as he held out his hand.

As he tried to make a fresh start, Carmilla hesitated for a moment. This was madness, but she could not help herself.

"Carmilla", she heard herself say and as if in a trance by a fellow kindred her hand raised.

It was small and pale, with long slender fingers like she were a pianist.



((( ooc: veldagia - Okay, great to know. :) We're on the same page then. I was just making sure. :) )))

[sapphireXclaws]

Edward entered The Haven, laughing. He tugged up the collar of his leather jacket, making sure to avoid his earring, and tossed his head so that his red ponytail fell messily, wildly, down his back.
He was amused.
He walked over to the bar in his Neurocks, still amused, and wanting a beer to stop his laughing. Truthfully he wasn't aware of the reason to his laughter. It could have been something Sean had said to him, or Emily's obsession with the new kitten, or something he'd overheard in the street.
Ed thought that whatever it was, it hadn't happened yet.
After getting his beer, he scoured the nightclub for prey. Not prey as in food; he wasn't a vampire but a mere human. It wasn't for sex, as he didn't care about that.
But prey all the same.
After what appeared like ages and ages, he found a girl who looked like she could give him a run for his money--or rather, who looked like she could have fun on a motorbike.
Ed smiled vampirically and headed over, chuckling once more.


((Insert a girl!! ;) Vampire or human...hey, it doesn't matter one bit. ^^ Ed ain't picky.))

[veldagia]

"Carmilla", said her hand raised.

“Carmilla” Zillah repeated entranced the name sliding off his tongue like velvet. What an unusual name. One he would surely never forget. Almost as mysterious as the woman herself. The name echoed around his head, like a silent mantra.

Grasping her small pale hand lightly in his own he brought it up to his mouth, bowing slightly. His lips grazed ever so lightly against her snow-white skin. The warmth of his breath a stark contrast to the coolness he felt from her hand. Almost too cold as though she’d spent the night in a freezer rather than the hot humid, sweaty club.

Realising her hand reluctantly a warm smile glazed his mouth as he took a step closer to her. “So what brings you here, Carmilla. The music, dancing, drinking or do you venture here for other pleasures?” He enquired his eyes glittering with interest.

Zillah knew he was being bold, but coyness never got him anywhere. If she had followed him here it meant only one thing. He doubted she wanted to ask him where he’d bought the fur and leather assemblage that was making him feel as though he was trapped inside a polar bear in a tropical jungle.

[Psyche_SC]

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“So what brings you here, Carmilla. The music, dancing, drinking or do you venture here for other pleasures?” He enquired his eyes glittering with interest.

Carmilla almost didn't hear him, having his kiss upon her hand as a fresh memory. The dismissive man at the bar seemed to have vanished, and yet again he was charming. She had no urge of blood striking him anymore, and she smiled softly as she remembered how angry she was mere seconds ago.

"Nothing of the sort", she heard herself say.

Yet again she replied without thinking. It was not like her, it was certainly not in her blood. She had already spoken too much, she had done too much. She should walk away. He was just a human. Just flesh around bones and blood. Atleast, that was what she was trying to tell herself. In her own Tremere way. She was still convinced this was pure madness. It could cost her a trip into the sun.

"Walk away", she thought to herself. "Walk away."

She could but look into his eyes.


((( ooc: Just thought I should write a line about the fact that I am working all night tomorrow, so I won't be able to RP here with you guys. Too bad, but I'll see you when I get back. :) )))

[trampledsneakers]

Vevila's gaze intensified on the precious woman. There was a youth about her, the tenderness of her face. She was quite striking, lovely really. Her prettiness only made Vevila more fond of her. Technical skill coupled with beauty? There were few of such a deadly combination. And even fewer still who were human. The Toreador normally snatched up the gifted beauties, so those who remained among the living were wonderful little treasures.

"Perhaps," the young woman spoke with a barely noticeable french lilt to her tongue that made Vevila's ears prick to greater attention. "I see no reason why you couldn't. I rather think I might enjoy it, so yes. Feel free to accompany me the next time I play," a smile lit her pink face and Vevila couldn't contain one of her own. Speaking with a kindred spirit who walked amongst the living made her feel a little more alive herself. Although, it was a bittersweet feeling. One of longing and loss, nostalgia and fond memory. "I'm sure a beautiful creature such as yourself must have a songbird voice to accompany that beauty."

Vevila's eyes shot open slightly, revealing the full range of her sclera around the two gem-like orbs. Well, she certainly was a smart little cookie. Flattery was, after all, a great way to get a foot in the door of the heart of a Toreador. Her pleasure bubbled over obviously in her eyes, and she clasped her hands together in a show of great emotion and satisfaction.

"Aren't you the sweetest thing alive?" She batted her thick feathery eyelashes several times and brushed a few rogue curls of deep ebony from her face. "You know, so few people are polite nowadays. It's truly refreshing to meet someone of such skill who maintains good manners. What a rare find you are." She giggled lightly and gave a nod of sincerity. "I look forward to creating a wonderful symphony of song and music with you!" There was a seriousness to her words, as if she were binding the girl to a contract. A promise to eventually play alongside her and seduce the rest of the world with their haunting melodies. She continued. "And if beauty translates into skillful musical ability, then that explains your talent." A quick wink sent her voluminous rows of black lashes fluttering again, drawing the girl's gaze into her intense eyes once more.


((Atropa, ha! It's easy to describe him! He's just sex on wheels, basically. xD Such a hunk. *faint*

and, are we allowed to RP at the other hot spots yet, or are we holding off on those until day 2 ? ))

[skylark]

“It is no mistake. It was announced at the council this very night that you are to join us. You are welcome to approach the Prince yourself if there is any doubt in your mind. He should be informed of your acceptance or if you have other plans.” Mina seemed to turn to walk away as Esther fought back a few particularly choice words about the damned Neonates in this city and she was probably about to vent at least some of her intense annoyance. But it was then that Cade decided to speak.

“I feel remorseful for you, too. Having to smug up to that pathetic excuse for a Prince.” Which he followed with cattery laughter. This was soon followed by another comment, before anyone could react to his first. “The line ups for Primogen of this city appal me. So many females…” He grinned to himself, and reached into his pocket to retrieve a pair of black sunglasses before stalking off into the night.

At this, Esther could not help herself, but did let loose a few choise curses - but in her native tongue of Hebrew, which few bothered to learn these days. The Brujah were known for being brash and rebellious, but what Cade had just said about would earn severe reprimands and punishment, if not death in most European cities. To display such a degree of disrespect for the Prince so openly, especially when one was a Primogen, would be deemed unacceptable.

Was America really that different? How could one go about politics like that? Where Esther was used to the politics being an intricate silk-slippered waltz this Brujah was moshing in steel capped boots!

And then to make such an insulting comment, whether as a joke or not, in front of two female Primogen - it was almost as if he was attempting to commit political suicide. And make no mistake, while Esther was not happy with the situation, she was the Primogen for her clan now - at least until she had managed to rectify the situation.

Of course, the bravado and carelessness could be part of something bigger with Cade. He may believe he did not need to tread carefully, but what would give him such confidence, or it might be a clever play of misdirection - a trick favoured by her clan during their dealings with others, but for what purpose. And was he only this flippant amongst other Primogens? Esther could feel the curiosity gnawing at her... perhaps she could tolerate the situation for now. But this wasby no means permanant, make no mistake about that.

Turning to Mina, Esther grinned, "Well, now that the brute has left us, perhaps I may ask a brief question. I too feel that it would be best for me to discuss this situation with the Prince myself. Not being a native to this city and only having been here a short while..." she left that sentence hanging, letting Mina draw whatever conclusions she wished from it. If she gave any hint of her assumptions, it would let her know more f how this one thought. "Would the Prince be available for discussion tonight? Or would tomorrow be better?" She inclined her head slightly, as if in deference to the Tremere.

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Ciara shoved the damp towel into her bag and started towards the door of Studio 24, but no sooner had she reached the lobby than her arm was grabbed and she was pulled towards the couches.

"CJ, darling. Where on eath do you think you are going dressed like that?" crowed Jake.

Ciara looked down at her tank top and cargo pants, slightly crumpled from being in her bag, and laughed, "Home."

Jake tutted at her. "Really, CJ. Do you honestly believe I would allow that. On your birthday? I am officially calling an intervention. And luckily for you I remembered to get you presents. I hope you don't mind, but I peeked in your locker to get your size."

Ciara grinned as Jake passed her carefully wrapped present. "So I am supposed to take fashion advice from a man who believes Eddie Izzard looks fabulous?"

With a smirk Jake rebutted her, "Well, of course he does darling. But I wouldn't dress like him unless I was getting tarted up and I hardly see you as being a tart. Go on - open it!" He clapped his hands with enthusiasm.

Ciara sighed with mock resignation, as she pulled away the many layers of tissue paper. She lifted the soft, red silky material and the dress unfolded itself as she lifted it up. Knee-length with spaghetti straps it at first looked plain and modest until you saw the sides which were held together by corset style lacing - leaving no room for imagination as to whether you were wearing underwear or not,therby rendering you completely inable to without looking like a granny trying to be sexy. Ciara looked questioningly at Jake.

He grinned and dismissed her look with a flick of his hand. "You have the body to pull it off my dear. And lord knows you need to catch a man - I have had a boyfriend more recently than you."

"Jake, I don't know what to say..."

"Nothing. Just go to the changing rooms and get dressed - you'll find make-up and flat ballet pumps in locker 28. I haven't actually seen you wear heels, so I thought it best not to risk it. And then come out here - we're going out to celebrate!"

....

The bouncer let them in without any quibble, much to the protest of some angry and obviously underage kids. Ciara felt exposed in the dress, but walked with the grace and confidence of one used to it. As they walked in two pale young women stormed out of the club. Ciara craned her neck behind her to get a better look at them. The sheer paleness of their skin was unusual in sunny California where most tried to sport tans.

As they got inside her eyes scanned the room. There were a fairly large number of people here with that pale, opalescent beauty. Suddenly she grabbed Jake's arm and hissed in his ear, "Jake? Why did you bring me here? These people... I feel like the ugly duckling in a room full of peacocks!"

He grinned at her, "The Haven has some of the most gorgeous men I have seen in a while and at least some of them must like women. Relax - you look fine. Now just go out there and have some fun. I don't want to hear that you didn't at least get someone to buy you a drink for your birthday by the end of the evening." And with that he pried her hand from his arm and went expertly swanning off into the crowd of dancers. Yoga-guru with the body of Adonis, Ciara was certain that he at least would pick someone up tonight. She felt a slight sting of pity for all the girls in his classes who fawned over him, knowing he just was not interested in the fairer sex.

She shivered slightly, suddenly feeling alone. Unconciously she crossed her arms in front of her as she realised how the red dress highlighted her red hair and green eyes and just how different she looked from everyone here...

((OoC: Please feel free to interact with Ciara! Jake is an NPC, Ciara's best friend and co-owner of the gym. Feel free to use him if you want or even to grab him as your own character - just remember he's fabulous!))

[ElektraNatchios33]

((I'm assuming that since everyone left the meeting she left too. By the way, she is British.))

Jessica pulled up into a parking lot outside The Haven. Two beeps went off indicating her car had been locked. She walked up to the door when a passed out girl being carried by another walked out the door. Valerian. it was his club, which means he needs to take care of the people visting there. Kindred or not. She will not have her clan breaking the Masquerede. She walked up to him. "What happened here? Why was that woman passed out?"

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: trampled - Oh, feel free to open up the other spots. We're not keeping them closed intentionally. :)

Elektra - Will have to reply in the morning, as I want to give cherry a chance to reply first. Plus, I should really be in bed. *s*


*edit*
Ah, screw sleep. I'll sleep when I'm dead.
But I'll still let cherry have a chance to reply. *nod*)))

[Shadowblade]

Kess had been watching the entrance for several minutes, hoping to find someone a bit more entertaining than the little girls, so when the newest pair stepped through, he couldn't help but notice the guy- a little flamboyant, but cute. Kess didn't mind flamboyant, and he certainly didn't mind cute. He wanted to have some fun, and it had been a long time. And I'm hungry.

Leaving his spot at the bar, he weaved between people until he got to the pair- by which time, the guy was gone. Strolling up to the female, he didn't waste any time and said, "Hey. Where'd your friend go?"

He didn't care about being rude or not; he was interested, and didn't feel like playing around with manners. This was just another human. Not one of the teens, fortunately, and she seemed more dignified, but it still didn't matter. He toyed with his piercings while he waited for her to look at him and answer. All he wanted was the direction her friend had gone, and that was all.

(OOC: Just wanted to throw Kess in here...Sorry about his rudeness to Ciara, but Kess also swings the other way, so...yeah ;) )

[skylark]

"Hey. Where'd your friend go?"

Ciara turned towards the voice. There was a striking looking young man next to her, pale with white hair and eyes blue as a frozen lake. He was busy playing with his lip piercings, and she wasn't sure but it looked like he had a tattoo or something on his forehead.

Well... there were all sorts of people. And as she had suspected Jake drew people in like flies to honey. She was about to merely point him in the direction of the dance floor with a feeble "There somewhere", but then she stopped.

She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with a slight bit of mischief, "Well... my friend is somewhere there, but he said that I had to get someone to buy me a drink tonight. If you do, I will introduce you to him."

[innoscenteyes]

Beyonca was in an alley next to the human bar down the street from The Haven. Seeing a couple who looked like they were premicious she quickly went up in a stair well so they couldnt see. What had happened was still racing throught her mind. She had went to The Haven to get a man for the night but instead ended up getting kicked out. She knew the Prince would be informed on what had happened but she didnt want to think of the punishiment that he would give her. She had never been in trouble before. This time it wasnt that she had done wrong, but never again will she help someone. She felt like she like dissapearing. She knew she shouldnt have dissrespected Valerane. She knew deffanetly that she needed to appologize to get back in his good graces. The Price too would probably demand it himself. SHe started watching the couple below her. She noticed it was the same man that she had seen earlier with a different women. It angered her in a way. Mortal men treat their women in such a degrading way. Throw them away like they are nothing. Vampires even though their are conflicts between tend to need each different one for some sort of a reason. The race was a dying race. See as more people tend to hunt them now. It brought her back to what the Price might do to her or what he will do to Ada. She will get more of a punishment than Bee. She thought of going to the Price herself. Telling him what happened. She hated to admit it but it scared her what might happen. SHe knows he will be even more furious with her knowing they are in the same clan. She should not be acting in that manner. Ventrues hold themselves highly. She was acting unlike her normal self that night. Not just about the fight Ada had but the dancing and tryin to get a catch. She usually doesnt have to try that hard. She doesnt know what has been going on through her lately. She wounders if the Prince is going to asning someone to watch her. But why would he do that? She wont find out till later. He will probably send someone to find her.
Jumping down from the fire escape she used her dominant power so they couldnt see her. Turning the corner she saw that The Haven was getting even more popular. She leaned on the side of the bulding weighing her options.

(( ooc: i new the prince was going to be informed. and once again Bee is approachable.))

[Shadowblade]

He giggled unexpectedly. "I didn't see that one coming," he admitted, taking a minute to check her out- slowly, from head to toe, as obvious as possible. She was laced into a tight dress that clung in all the right places, with unusual coloring. She would've been quite irresistible- had he liked girls. "All right then, Miss I'm-Uncomfortable-but-Trying-Not-to-Show-It, let's get a drink. And will you relax a little? You looked so stiff over here that I almost didn't come, despite my cunning plan to get my little hands all over that devastatingly handsome friend of yours."

Leading the way to the bar, he licked his lips when she couldn't see him. This was almost too perfect...she wouldn't actually be too bad herself if she wouldn't let him go to find her friend once he got really hungry. Pushing her onto a stool, he signalled the bartender to bring her a drink, without really caring or bothering to ask what she wanted. "So, you got a name there, honey?"