La Ville des Silhouettes OOC

[Poison Ivy]

This RP is an adaptation from one that died called City of Nightmares.
La Ville des Silhouettes

Jeremiah Samuels was a tall man, with a strong jaw and straight nose, but warm green eyes. He had a hint of an English accent, and he looked in his early-30s, he'd been turned at 32 years old. He had been living in London when he contracted the Plague in the 1300s. An old woman vampire came to him just as he was about to die, and turned him. He still had scars from where the plague had infested his skin. He travelled the world for a while before settling down in Montparnasse, an area of Paris known for its culture and arts, but not known for the large amounts of supernatural beings that inhabited there also. The most prominent groups are the vampires and the lycans, who alternated in ruling the town, 200 years at a time. Jeremiah became well known amongst the Kiss, rising steadily over the years, until in 1811, he became not only leader of the Kiss, but leader of the city.

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Gabrielle Hart looks more like a 21 year old supermodel than a woman who is almost 80 years old. The year is 1934, and the location is Paris, France. By the 1930's, Paris had become a worldwide center for the artistic avant-garde and in a way became the world capital for freethinking intellectuals. Enter a young girl, just turned twenty-one with all the dreams in the world. She wanted to be an artist of words, more specifically a writer, a poet, a novelist. This is Gabrielle Hart. After being turned, Gabrielle travelled, before returning to her home town, trying to keep a low profile and trying not to get in anyone's way. In 1992, however she got a visit from a couple of vampires, Eloise and Hunter. Eloise is a tall, blonde vampire that looks about 27 years old (originally born in the late 1800s) and Hunter is a dark-haired vampire that looks nearing 30 years old (originally born in the 1950s). Eloise turned Hunter herself, as they fell in love and he longed for immortality, an act they needed special permission for. They wanted to bring her to Montparnasse to meet with their Kiss leader Jeremiah. She obliged, knowing that really she didn't have much choice. Jeremiah took a liking to her, and it wasn't long before she was second in command.

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It's now 2011, and Jeremiah must step down on New Year's eve to give way to the Lycan Alpha. But Jeremiah doesn't want to relinquish power, he doesn't want to step down. What no one knows, not even Gabrielle and the other vampires in his circle, is that Jeremiah has been breeding an army of half-breeds, ready to fight the lycans when they try to come into power. Will Gabrielle find out before it's too late and stop him?

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There is trouble brewing in the ranks of the lycans though. A group of Lycans who didn't want to follow along with the Alpha were trying to make their own bid for control. They broke away from the main group and tried to form their own pack, under a were-leopard named Kokoro. One of Kokoro 's pack stumbled across a half-breed army base and uncovered Jeremiah's plan. Will they tell the Alpha and prepare him for battle? Or will they raise their own army and join in the fight, not knowing where power will eventually fall?

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The countdown until the end of the year is on, the stage is set. Which side will you choose?

Notes:

Characters: You can play:

Vampires are vampires. Most of the vampires have adapted to be able to go out during the day, but they prefer nighttime. They have to drink blood to live. They can be however old you want them to be, but make their histories to match. I don't want to see 1000 year old vampire with a 3 paragraph history.

Wolves, Foxes, Tigers, Lions, Hyenas, Rats, Leopards, Bears. You can choose to follow the Alpha or to be a rogue under Kokoro, but we need an equal mix of both.

Half-breeds can be a mix of anything. They were "created" by Jeremiah for the soul purpose of fighting for him. That doesn't mean they don't have their own free will, just that they can be destroyed as easily as they were created if they disobey. They are a mix of half vampire, half anything else.

Any vampires have to be in Jeremiah's Kiss. There is only one Alpha Lycan, who controls all different species (first come, first serve). If you are a half-breed, you serve Jeremiah, as a soldier.

Theme: Mature themes. There will be violence, there will be blood and there will be death. There is possibilities for romances as well, anything TOO mature, will have to go to PM. Keep it relevant.

Posting: This is going to be Advanced, so please post at least once every three days. Any longer and please let it be known, or else you character might be killed off. Post length - roughly 3-7 paragraphs.

Setting: Montparnasse has long been ruled by supernaturals. Each race has their own quartier, or district. They usually stick to their own quartier, preferring not to mingle with other races unless absolutely necessary.

God-modding may result in being asked to edit/delete posts.

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GM: Poison Ivy
Co-GM: Wickedness.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Hopefully this gets some interest


Accepted Characters

Name: “Daze” - Descoeurs
Age: Looks early to mid-twenties in human form. Over 200 years old.
Race: Seelie Fey
Bio: Not much is known of Descoeurs save for the fact that he has is a representative for the Fey Queen in the Unseelie Mound in St. Louis and that he is close to the earth, has a strong emotive aura and is secretly in love with the Unseelie Queen. He is always there to watch over the procession and events leading up to New Year's Eve. He will only speak with the Elder of the Kiss and the Alpha of the Lycans. Once the leadership is passed, he slips away one minute after midnight.

Appearance: 6'0” Muscular, lithe beautiful body, blonde dreadlocks, sun-kissed pale skin, calm yet shining green eyes. Seems to wear crisp, well tailored clothes, sometimes can even be seen wearing casual loose fit clothing, but always wears one item that is white. Usually seen riding a motorbike.


Weapon of Choice: Doesn't seem to carry any weapons but is said to be entrusted with weapons that can deal with the supernaturals in Paris.

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Vampires:

Name: Jeremiah Samuels
Age: Looks 32, Born July 7th 1312
Race: Vampire
Appearance:


Bio: Jeremiah Samuels was a tall man, with a strong jaw and straight nose, but warm green eyes. He had a hint of an English accent, and he looked in his early-30s, he'd been turned at 32 years old. He had been living in London when he contracted the Plague in the 1300s. An old woman vampire came to him just as he was about to die, and turned him. He still had scars from where the plague had infested his skin. He travelled the world for a while before settling down in Montparnasse, an area of Paris known for its culture and arts, but not known for the large amounts of supernatural beings that inhabited there also. The most prominent groups are the vampires and the lycans, who alternated in ruling the town, 200 years at a time. Jeremiah became well known amongst the Kiss, rising steadily over the years, until in 1811, he became not only leader of the Kiss, but leader of the city.
Weapon choice (if applicable): He has a large collection of weapons for all sorts of creatures. Namely though, he carries around a gun loaded with silver bullets to dispatch of the lycans easily.

Name: Gabrielle Hart
Age: Looks 21 Born: 30 August 1923
Race: Vampire
Appearance:


Gabrielle Hart looks more like a 21 year old supermodel than a woman who is almost 80 years old. She has dark chocolate brown eyes and she has brown curly hair. She is five foot seven, and has a womanly body, curvy with an ample cleavage.
Bio: Gabrielle Hart looks more like a 21 year old supermodel than a woman who is almost 80 years old. The year is 1934, and the location is Paris, France. By the 1930's, Paris had become a worldwide center for the artistic avant-garde and in a way became the world capital for freethinking intellectuals. Enter a young girl, just turned twenty-one with all the dreams in the world. She wanted to be an artist of words, more specifically a writer, a poet, a novelist. This is Gabrielle Hart. After being turned, Gabrielle travelled, before returning to her home town, trying to keep a low profile and trying not to get in anyone's way. In 1992, however she got a visit from a couple of vampires, Eloise and Hunter. Eloise is a tall, blonde vampire that looks about 27 years old (originally born in the late 1800s) and Hunter is a dark-haired vampire that looks nearing 30 years old (originally born in the 1950s). Eloise turned Hunter herself, as they fell in love and he longed for immortality, an act they needed special permission for. They wanted to bring her to Montparnasse to meet with their Kiss leader Jeremiah. She obliged, knowing that really she didn't have much choice. Jeremiah took a liking to her, and it wasn't long before she was second in command.
Weapon choice (if applicable): Gabrielle prefers to use her natural abilities, seductive luring and manipulative persuading than actual fighting.

Adrianna Wraith was born in the centre of London, England during the reign of Queen Victoria. Her father was a wealthy undertaker and her mother was a successful composer. Growing up was easy for Adrianna, as she spent a lot of her childhood in a private boarding school and a lot of time travelling with her parents to the shores of France and Norway.

When she reached adulthood, her father had died and her mother was struggling to cope with not having a husband. Her mother started the slippery slope into insanity. Adrianna had a terrible decision to make; kill her mother before it was too late, or let her be experimented upon. She chose the former, and so one night sneaked into her room and suffocated her.

Although she thought the plan went well, someone caught wind of what she had done and began blackmailing her into doing jobs for him. Slowly, this mystery person began to turn Adrianna from a sweet, public-school girl, into a cold-blooded assassin. And before long, Adrianna became one of England's finest.

At the age of twenty eight, her emotions had all but gone. Just one part of her still hung onto the memory of her mother and father. She realised he had done this to her, and so she wanted revenge. But how to kill a killer? There was only one way she could do this.

Walking down one of the back streets of London, she met a man named George Kaylock. She had sought him out purposely, for she knew something about him that not many others did. Kaylock was a vampire, and coverted Adrianna so she could kill the one who had turned her into an assassin.

Now, a vampire and living in Paris in the twenty first century, she is out to see that the vampire race thrive by killing any threats. Over the years she has become more and more experienced at being an assassin, and has mastered the use of most weapons. Currently, she carried a silver bladed knife and a revolver with silver bullets, waiting for a fight.

Alpha

Name: Luc Arago d'Armont
Age: 206 (b. 1805)
Race: Lycan-Bear, Alpha
Appearance: Tall and heavily built, appearing to be 33 years of age. Medium length wavy brown hair. Unshaven, unkempt beard of short length. Green eyes.

Bio: The following are excerpts from Journal of Expedition Auxiliary, Captain d'Armont of the French Army on The second state funded attempt to navigate the North-West Passage. circa 1838.

Diary Entry 12#
They told me it would be cold. Colder than anywhere in Earth. Even understanding that, I was not prepared for the wind. The temperature was harrowing, but the wind made it so much worse. I'm shaking even as I write this in my cabin, though it is barely warmer in here. Poor Antoine, died in his sleep yesterday. He was the lookout and a fine young man, dropped his furs as he slept and didn't wake up, there wasn't any solid land in sight so we buried him at sea. I'm beginning to regret coming here. Not that I had a choice, Command was less than pleased with my methods back home, so I was 'elected' to accompany this ship as the military attache. Politics have always annoyed me, I prefer the Empire, much more efficient.

Diary Entry 19#
If they don't want my advice then why did they bring me along! The fools are about to pass through Russian waters to avoid the ice. If the Russians spot us there will be a diplomatic crisis, the French are not welcome there. I may have been captain on land, but the ships captain is doing no better. David says the warm weather won't hold up. Warm weather? He must be joking.

Diary Entry 22#
Another two people dead, that's eight in the last week. Another frozen railing gave way and the sailor fell into water, his brother jumped in after him with a rope. We managed to pull them out but they died later in the night. The Captain says we must turn around, the explorers aren't happy with that.

Diary Entry 23#
I had to write this outside, the ship hit ice and didn't move. We're stuck for now until the men can dig our way free. The snow is impossible thick, I'm sinking two feet into the ground with each step. The visibility is worse, no one can see anything in the blizzard. I long for Paris, for home.

Diary Entry 26#
We are almost free. The men celebrated as best they could, we shall leave this desolate place by tomorrow. My toes have turned black in the meantime. I can't feel most of my body, I'm no different from the rest though. Everyone has their problems. They think I'm going insane, I keep seeing things of the edge of vision, shapes in the storm. If only I could see!

Diary Entry 27#
I can't move, the Polar bear struck from behind and I'm bleeding out. The bastards left me to die, the ship is long gone. Each word takes me an hour to finish, I write this as a last testament. My love to my family.

Diary Entry ???
I'm not dead, I can't feel the cold so much. I managed to crawl to an alcove. The storm is less intense and my feet have returned to normal. I can only thank God for this. I feel tired but refuse to sleep. I know that will mean death. If I can only hold off sleeping

Diary Entry ???
I slept and kept sleeping. I only know by the position of the stars, there is no other way to tell. I have been asleep for months and am no longer wounded. I can think clearly again, where did the bear go? Why didn't it eat me? How did I survive? Where are my injuries? I have so many questions, yet no way to find answers.

Diary ???
I'm insane, the last of my graphite is being used on this entry, I woke last night to find food. I could smell it, in the ocean. I wondered for miles and came upon it. A seal, sleeping on the ice, cut off from the main group. I had no gun and no way of killing it but at the time it didn't matter. I tore it to pieces. I feasted like never before. The hunger was intense before but this was pure bliss. I only realise now that it was impossible. The seal was large and my hands could not have gripped it so. I remember the tearing. I look at my hands and wonder. I wonder where those claws have gone.

Luc d'Armont, former Captain of the French Army wandered the frozen wastes of the Arctic for 50 years before swimming to Norway. He made his way back to Paris and and soon found by the Lycans there. He rose tentatively through the ranks, always seen as a muscled brute yet consistently proving his intelligence in the various duties he undertook for the clan. His service during both World Wars earned him a prestigious place in the upper echelons of Lycan society and in 1951 successfully challenged and defeated the Lycan Alpha for top position. Since then, d'Armont has consolidated and enforced his power over all Lycans, always believing in the grander scheme of things, while those who saw his long term planning as avoiding the responsibilities of the present tried to usurp him. He has been challenged 17 times in his rule and yet continues to lead to this day.
Kokoro is just another upstart who d'Armont will slap back into place. The relationship with the Vampires is cautious and contact has been sparse, d'Armont ensures that fighting between races is kept to a minimum. Though illusive and hard to track, d'Armont always makes his presence known when leadership is required.

Weapon choice (if applicable): Known to carry a pistol at all times. When fighting breaks out, out comes the warhammer.

Lycan:

Name
Conrad Jenkins

Age
Thirty-five

Race
Lycan, wolf

Appearance
A little on the tall side, though not any taller then 6' 3", would be slim if it weren't for the well defined muscles from years of constant training and work. Black hair a little on the shaggy side and often down in his face, hazelly green eyes, and two lip piercings; one on the right side near the corner of his mouth and one in the middle, with a scar on the left side where another one used to be but was ripped out. Doesn't look any older twenty-five at the most. He looks a little under fed but that's just because he's got a fast metabolism. Slightly broad shoulders but still in proportion to his lanky frame. Phoenix tattoo down the inside of his left forearm. Typically in dark clothes.

In his wolf form you'd never be able to tell that he was human any other time. Large for a wolf, but not out of proportions or too large either. His fur is a little shaggy like his hair and a dark grey, with copper eyes.

Bio
The son of a whore and a regular client, he knew his father well enough over the years. He was in and out of trouble a lot as a child and into young adulthood. While he was smart enough to graduate from high school, he just had no motivation at all for classes, so at sixteen he dropped out of school, got his GED and went to work for the same gang his mother and father, and most of his close family, worked for, being errand boy for the most part. At twenty he decided he wanted to see a bit more of the world so he left home in America to travel around Europe, hitchhiking around working when he needed to, if he could find work.

When, ironically, he was in what was Transylvania in Romania, he was attacked by a wolf, that wasn't a wolf at all. He spent a good five years just living in the wild as a wolf, learning to cope with what he'd become before venturing back out into society just so he could feel safe enough to not attack everyone around him. Though he has his moments where his temper flares and no one around him is safe from his rage. It's a very fine balance of control that he has.

His sometimes lack of control normally makes him rather unwelcome in more urban packs, but that hasn't stopped him trying. He's recently, with in the last two years, has found his way to Pairs, his French having drastically improved over the years, though there are moments where he flounders in speaking it.


Weapon choice
Conrad doesn't really like weapons all that much. He'd much rather punch your face in or rip your throat out. But if he needs to use a weapon, he's rather inclined to knives.

Rogue Lycans:

Name: “'Ro” - Kokoro
Age: Looks early to mid-twenties in human form. Middle aged in Leopard years.
Race: Cursed Were-Leopard {Rogue Alpha}
Bio: When she was in her original body, she was proud and loyal, possessive yet motherly, calculating but wild. The cat has always been jealous too. Since she was cursed, she was solitary and mistrusting, anti-social yet needy, but even then the girl is still calculating but wild. There was a time she couldn't bear to stare at her human reflection for long; a reflection smashing rage engulfed her if she did stare too long. She just couldn't bear to feel so helpless as a two-legged animal, and so she trained hard, honing her skills and toughening up her body and mind as a hunter. And of course, she couldn't bear to be without him, and so put those skills to use and she killed witches. Oh yes, she hates witches. Oh, how she utterly despises them.

Outcast and even violently chased from other packs, she finally made her way to France and into Paris. It was a godsend to be accepted into the ranks of d'Amont Lycans. One Bear ruled over them all keeping all in check and watching for dissention amongst them all. But even the happiness she found with the Bear as leader, she was just too much of a free spirit, too curious, too wild to remain under his rule for long. She was a leopard to begin with, and oh how she was so stricken to roam. The city was just too constricting for her and soon enough her thoughts returned to him the one she left behind. The one who loved her like no other as she loved him. There was the times when they would roam free, hunt along the cold coastal shores and foreboding mountains in another lifetime; that was a time when she had purpose and meant something to someone. But he fell for the witch and her guiles. That yellow-headed witch... And so he betrayed Kokoro and allowed that witch to curse her and made his leopard walk as a woman. And so Kokoro fled from him as she now fled from her proud Alpha.

Never again. She just couldn't bear to be under the thumb of another male. Not even under a great leader such as d'Armont. No, never again.

With three others of her most trusted, Kokoro turned away from the Bear and sought to run free and wild in the lush greenery outside of Paris. Whatever whim took their fancy , wherever the wind pushed them, they would be happy, free and wild. And in time she should find the strength to return to him, her beloved she left behind upon the cold coastal shores in western Canada. One day she should be loved again. But then one of their number discovered a horrible truth outside of the city. One that could mean betrayal for her much respected d'Amont. One that could change the tides of control forever here. They took one, a young one and hid it away. This little thing, one of her rogues called it: Nonyme.

She never hated vampires until the Rogues' discovery. As a matter of fact, ever since her happenstance meeting with Gabrielle, she found some semblance of calm from their touch. She loathed to touched by the mortal two-legged folk, but vampires... something about the stilled heartbeats soothed the Leopard like a song meant only for the heart to hear. But now that she could only see the vampires, Jeremiah's Kiss, wearing the wicked cloak of deception she could only despise them for what she believes the Vampire elder has planned for the New Year and all the years to come.

Appearance: 5'9” Toned and firm body, long wild flowing black hair, golden brown skin, watchful, intense blue-violet eyes. She'd rather run around naked, but will cover up her modesty with at least a gown. But noway will she wear the human undergarments. They constrict her and confuse her to no end.


Much larger, more powerful and heavier set than a regular leopard. Black in colour yet still has the faint tracings of leopard spots. Wild yellow gaze sees into the night and claws and ivory teeth reveal an ethereal glow when in combat.


Weapon of Choice: as a human, Kokoro does have some martial arts training, but only self-taught really. She does like shooting things with a sling shot, but really she is exceptional at knife fighting. As a Spirited leopard, 'Ro is a larger, enhanced version of a leopard and can see at night and into the infrared spectrum. Speed, power and agility is greatly increased and she has excellent tracking abilities too.

She is not a slave to the full moon like a true Were, but she cannot shift into leopard form until the round of the sun sets. She can shift instantaneously and at will, but once the round of the sun returns, she is forced back into human form.

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Name:
Aislinn Praetorius
Age:
336 (b. 1675)
Race:
Lycanthrope (rogue) leopard.
Appearance:
Aislinn is slight and slender standing at approximatly 5'2" with a hint of a feminine figure. Her skin is a dusky olive, which during the summer months can tan to a deep, woody brown, as a token of her romani heritage. Her hair is long, black and silkily straight, and would easily reach her waist. She often wears it with the hair from her temples plaited around to the back and pinned into the body of her hair, or all tied up in a ponytail. A longish fringe frames her face, which are dominated by her bright green eyes, and cheeky smile. Once upon a time she wore nothing but the long, patchwork style skirts and tight tops of her people, but now in the 21st century prefers to wear figure hugging tops and shorter skirts with tights, as they allowe her to make full use of her honed reflexes and agility.

As a leopard, she has the colouring of a panther, her fur the same shade as her hair, with dullish-gold coloured eyes. However, standing under the bright light of the sun, her spots are still visable. Put her side by side with a real panther and it would be nigh impossible to tell which was which.
Bio:
Aislinn was born as part of a Romani caravan that wandered through lower Europe and asia, renowned for the luxuries they brought both ways. Her family were performers, and she learnt to play a lap version of a harp whilst she was little, as well as to dance. She loved her life and wouldn't have traded it for the world.

However, contentment wasn't to be for Aislinn. The Malay peninsula was the furthest their caravan went, and usually tried to be there during the middle of the summer as it was also the furthest south they would go. Aislinn was sent, with a number of other young Romani to gather vegetables and herbs for the caravan's dinner. It was in the forest that the 20 year old girl met a strange woman, who could speak her tounge well enough to communicate and the two began to share tales of their travels and became good friends during the summer. Aislinn didn't find this odd in the least, they often met new and strange people in their travels and wasn't the least wary of this strange forest woman. The only thing she found strange was the womans warnings not to come into the forest during the full moon.

Aislinn however, did not care for caution, and went to find her friend on the night of the full moon regardless. In their usual meeting place, she found an injured panther rather than her friend. Not thinking twice, she crept slowly to the injured animal, crooning a lullaby softly as she examined the creatures wounds. Without too much sudden movement she managed to find some soft fibourous leaves and a sharp splinter of wood and started to sew up the deep gash on the side of the large cat, before tearing off the hem of her skirt to bind it. Whilst she had been mending the cats injuried it had become quite late, well, nearly early and her hands had become covered with the cats blood. The leopard knew it was close to dawn, and with it a transformation the girl should never see. As Aislinn begane to check for more wounds the cat growled a warning, hoping that the sound would warn her away. Aislinn merely paused before continuing, talking soothingly as she continued to check the cat over. Panicing the leopard could see the beginings of dawn showing through the trees and with a powerful cuff knocked the girl unconcious. As the paw hit, it grazed the skin, causing small droplets of blood to well out. As she fell, a blood covered hand went, unconciously, to the pain and blood met blood, the contagion spread.

Aislinn never saw the woman again after that, however a voice seemed to speak in her dreams of cat-woman who roam the forests at the full moon. The first few transformations terrified the girl, waking up in strange places in the forest, covered in something elses blood with no recollection of being there or what had happened. Over time she began to remember parts, almost as if it were a dream, although time also meant that the romani moved and when there was no other food around, she began to prey on her own caravan. Horrified she fled her caravan for the pretty woods of europe, which she loved. During her flight she met a boy, with whom she fell in love. Staying with him she found out all the horrors of her transformation, although he loved her still. He locked her in a small chamber her built specially so she couldn't hurt anyone, and could deal with her strange apatite for undercooked meat. However, more time passed and she showed no signs of aging and he became jealous. What he could do with immortality filled his mind, and greed took over his actions. He kept asking his love if she could make him like her so their love would be eternal, but she refused, thinking there could be no worse life than being a slave to the full moon, and knowing his lust for power. But his thirst for immortality began to take over his life, until he met a vampire who was more than willing to satisfy the man. Beaming he told his lover what had happened, but she was angry- furious. She loved him still, but loathed his new desire to feed on human blood- and she was his most fed on prey. Deciding that enough was enough she tricked the law into believing that he was a witch, and had cursed her and he was tried by fire at the stake. Whilst the fire was bad enough, it wasn't needed as the sunlight did as much, if not more, damage as the flames. Taking off into the forests the next century or so went by in a blur of survival, letting her new lycan-leopard senses take over and no longer caring about her transformations at the full moon, but rather relishing the release from memory.

Now she has lost all ties to her romani people, and has eased into societies over time, popping up all over the world with forest filled periods between to mask her unaging identity. She defines her existence by loathing the vampires and their human appetites, and thinks little of the lycans in the city who know little about living as their animal half. She has embraced the leopard half of her and although she can not, and has no desire to, control her transformation she does not fear it. She wishes only for the vampires to die. But she doesn't much approve of the alpha's caution of fighting them either, they too are immortal and aren't going to go away by themselves. Whilst she doesn't know whether Kokoro, a fellow were-leopard, will try to defeat the vampirig scourge, she knows that their Alpha certainly won't, so has chosen to put her allegiance in Kokoro in hope that one day she will see the horrors that her lover became cease to plague the earth.
Weapon choice (if applicable):
She is adept with a bow and arrow, as well as swordplay as that is what she was raised with as weaponry throughout most of her life. She can use a gun, but prefers not to. She does however conceal a few sharp pointy things on her person, such as a long (~6") sliver of aspen, and a couple of silver stilleto-type daggers, which a well sheathed but easy to get to developed after a trial and error method resulting in quite a few painful burns on her part. Of course, silver tipped arrows, and a silver inlaid sword are stashed away in bolt holes, just in case of full out war.

Name: “Ms. Chandra” - Chandra Johar
Age: Looks mid-thirties in human form.
Race: Were-Tiger
Appearance: 5'4” average, yet lithe build, black hair, milky brown skin, soft wise grey eyes.

Name: “Evan” - Evander LeMans
Age: Looks late twenties to early-thirties in human form.
Race: Were-Lion
Appearance: 6'0” muscular build, short mohawk black hair, tattooed skin, light, light green eyes.

Half-Breeds:

Name: Eleanor
Apparent Age: 22
Race: Half-Breed

Appearance: Eleanor tends to combine a look of disarming innocence with almost dangerous desperation. Her face is soft-featured and gentle, her body slim and lean, but it's hard to shrug off the feeling that something's wrong with her. Her eyes have dark bags beneath them and are often ringed in red--her skin is dotted and lined with scars from claws and knives. She usually dresses in binary colors, blacks and whites contrasting directly, and she'd bleached her short hair almost white.

Bio:
It's hard to imagine her life before what she was today.

Most of what she remembers if what Jeremiah has given her--the only surviving member of his first batch of half-breeds, anything before that is a dreamy haze at best. Most of what she remembers is being torn from it. When and how aren't as important as the overwhelming sensation that she was hollowed out and made to into something grotesque, a monster in a war she didn't understand or care about and then thrown to the wolves (almost literally) to sink or swim.

You can't say she isn't a good swimmer, though.

The first batch of hybrids were dangerous things, and the incomplete process produced more than a few defects among them. A test crop as much as anything else, they were pitted against each other and forced to test their abilities and their skills to the limits. El became insular under the pressure, quiet and neurotic, but more importantly obedient and vicious. Fiercely territorial and a strong believer that the best defense was a good offense, she lashed out immediately and with brutal violence against the others at any display of threat. No hesitation, no remorse, just fury.

Her companions didn't survive the process. Left to live among each other in confined quarters, they ate each other alive--El was the only one to walk out of the process, but it was clear that she was the success of the batch. The only defect she had was a tendency to spontaneously change a bit--almost a twitch that would bring claws to her fingertips or slit her eyes like a snake's. It was deemed tolerable.

But that was years ago. Whenever a new batch of hybrids was brought in, she would quickly and viciously establish the pecking order--El at the top, and everyone else wherever the hell they wanted so long as they knew that. Older and stronger, more experienced and almost sociopathically unhesitant, she hasn't been unseated yet.

She's become more social over the years--mostly. Jeremiah is, after all, her creator and ultimately her master, and despite the fact that she still harbors a secret hatred of him for his part in murdering her old self she serves him well and with good cheer. Lately her moods have become erratic, and she's been chomping at the bit to be allowed out for the fight that they were bred for so long ago--the other hybrids watch her carefully, as it's rare to see her so excited about something.

Weapon choice: El has had plenty of time to practice with whatever weapons Jeremiah has given her, and given her choice she seems to favor blunt force trauma. Really, though, she much prefers to sink her teeth in.

Name: Dante Francesco
Age: Looks 25
Race: Half-breed
Appearance:
Bio: Dante was created in the most recent of Jeremiah's experiments. He knows nothing except that he needs to follow Jeremiah's rule. That is not to say that he doesn't have his own thoughts or free will, but he knows the rules and what would happen if he were to break them. He quite likes Eleanor, despite her being his superior.

Dante does not feed on humans, an effect of testing from Jeremiah meant Dante is able to survive on animal blood alone. He does not get the thirst of other vampires.
Weapon choice (if applicable): He is trained to fight only with the things he has around him. Most of the time he kills with his bare hands.

Name: “Lex” - Alexandre
Age: Looks early-thirties.
Race: Half-breed
Appearance: 6'2" Strong athletic build, bald headed, pitch black eyes

Bio: One of the surviving subjects of the later batches, Lex is only 12 yrs. Old. He knows his purpose for existing and will fulfill it without hesitation. The master is all important and his word means everything to Lex. He lives to serve and will die for Jeremiah's Kiss.

He can pass off as a vampire, but does not truly feed upon blood of mortals. When he drains a target, the blood that does sustain his youth is also curdled and fermented quickly into a toxin that Lex can inject into a Lycan from his fangs. The toxin isn't deadly but it does act like a strong drug that may cause drowsiness and affect coordination of a Lycan. When ready to use the toxin, what looks like bruising or ugly birthmarks manifest across his forehead and upper cheeks.

A loyal soldier to the cause, he will listen and obey orders from Eleanor since it is ingrained within him.. But Lex serves Jeremiah first and foremost and the male half-breed is a candidate to be entrusted with shadowing and watching over the Kiss' second in command: the beautiful and alluring Gabrielle. If the d'Armont Lycans ever catch wind of what the vampire elder is up to, then Gabrielle would very well be a high priority target. Yes, Jeremiah has entrusted much to his second in command and a second set of eyes is welcome to watch over her... as well as to watch what she is up to.

Lex has no memories of his own save for what he has implanted. But he does have his own thoughts upon a few things. Namely his lame batch sister, Peluche, who Lex for some reason spared and viciously protected from the other half-breeds in the pens. As his size and prowess spurned on with his accelerated growth, his little batch sister remained the same size and capability of a human her age. Pel has no reason to feel emotions, but he does care for the defective half-breed. But she has been stolen. He has no idea who took her but he did see a female the night Pel was taken. He never saw her face, but he remembers the colour and look of her hair and the sound of her voice. Should he ever see this female, he will break his programming and rip into her until she gives up whereabouts of his little batch sister.

Weapon of Choice: Trained to deal with all threats against vampires, Lex is a competent and worthy fighter and marksman, but like Eleanor, and most other Half-Breeds, natural weaponry is preferred.

Romper Stomper (Remix) by Transplants

[Shoryu]

I'm a bit tired at the moment to actually 'make' a CS, but i'm fairly interested. I wouldn't mind making that alpha if you haven't already got one, and mention the kinds of thins 'required' of him...unless it's always there and i missed it in my tired haze XD

Though if i don't post again in the next 24 hours, don't let that interest in being the alpha hold back from giving it to someone else XD I never wanna hold an RP up.

[Poison Ivy]

Well for the Alpha, it's first come, first serve so whoever posts up a CS for the Alpha, gets it.

[Blissex]

Name: Luc Arago d'Armont
Age: 206 (b. 1805)
Race: Lycan-Bear, Alpha
Appearance: Tall and heavily built, appearing to be 33 years of age. Medium length wavy brown hair. Unshaven, unkempt beard of short length. Green eyes.

Bio: The following are excerpts from Journal of Expedition Auxiliary, Captain d'Armont of the French Army on The second state funded attempt to navigate the North-West Passage. circa 1838.

Diary Entry 12#
They told me it would be cold. Colder than anywhere in Earth. Even understanding that, I was not prepared for the wind. The temperature was harrowing, but the wind made it so much worse. I'm shaking even as I write this in my cabin, though it is barely warmer in here. Poor Antoine, died in his sleep yesterday. He was the lookout and a fine young man, dropped his furs as he slept and didn't wake up, there wasn't any solid land in sight so we buried him at sea. I'm beginning to regret coming here. Not that I had a choice, Command was less than pleased with my methods back home, so I was 'elected' to accompany this ship as the military attache. Politics have always annoyed me, I prefer the Empire, much more efficient.

Diary Entry 19#
If they don't want my advice then why did they bring me along! The fools are about to pass through Russian waters to avoid the ice. If the Russians spot us there will be a diplomatic crisis, the French are not welcome there. I may have been captain on land, but the ships captain is doing no better. David says the warm weather won't hold up. Warm weather? He must be joking.

Diary Entry 22#
Another two people dead, that's eight in the last week. Another frozen railing gave way and the sailor fell into water, his brother jumped in after him with a rope. We managed to pull them out but they died later in the night. The Captain says we must turn around, the explorers aren't happy with that.

Diary Entry 23#
I had to write this outside, the ship hit ice and didn't move. We're stuck for now until the men can dig our way free. The snow is impossible thick, I'm sinking two feet into the ground with each step. The visibility is worse, no one can see anything in the blizzard. I long for Paris, for home.

Diary Entry 26#
We are almost free. The men celebrated as best they could, we shall leave this desolate place by tomorrow. My toes have turned black in the meantime. I can't feel most of my body, I'm no different from the rest though. Everyone has their problems. They think I'm going insane, I keep seeing things of the edge of vision, shapes in the storm. If only I could see!

Diary Entry 27#
I can't move, the Polar bear struck from behind and I'm bleeding out. The bastards left me to die, the ship is long gone. Each word takes me an hour to finish, I write this as a last testament. My love to my family.

Diary Entry ???
I'm not dead, I can't feel the cold so much. I managed to crawl to an alcove. The storm is less intense and my feet have returned to normal. I can only thank God for this. I feel tired but refuse to sleep. I know that will mean death. If I can only hold off sleeping

Diary Entry ???
I slept and kept sleeping. I only know by the position of the stars, there is no other way to tell. I have been asleep for months and am no longer wounded. I can think clearly again, where did the bear go? Why didn't it eat me? How did I survive? Where are my injuries? I have so many questions, yet no way to find answers.

Diary ???
I'm insane, the last of my graphite is being used on this entry, I woke last night to find food. I could smell it, in the ocean. I wondered for miles and came upon it. A seal, sleeping on the ice, cut off from the main group. I had no gun and no way of killing it but at the time it didn't matter. I tore it to pieces. I feasted like never before. The hunger was intense before but this was pure bliss. I only realise now that it was impossible. The seal was large and my hands could not have gripped it so. I remember the tearing. I look at my hands and wonder. I wonder where those claws have gone.


Luc d'Armont, former Captain of the French Army wandered the frozen wastes of the Arctic for 50 years before swimming to Norway. He made his way back to Paris and and soon found by the Lycans there. He rose tentatively through the ranks, always seen as a muscled brute yet consistently proving his intelligence in the various duties he undertook for the clan. His service during both World Wars earned him a prestigious place in the upper echelons of Lycan society and in 1951 successfully challenged and defeated the Lycan Alpha for top position. Since then, d'Armont has consolidated and enforced his power over all Lycans, always believing in the grander scheme of things, while those who saw his long term planning as avoiding the responsibilities of the present tried to usurp him. He has been challenged 17 times in his rule and yet continues to lead to this day.
Kokoro is just another upstart who d'Armont will slap back into place. The relationship with the Vampires is cautious and contact has been sparse, d'Armont ensures that fighting between races is kept to a minimum. Though illusive and hard to track, d'Armont always makes his presence known when leadership is required.

Weapon choice (if applicable): Known to carry a pistol at all times. When fighting breaks out, out comes the warhammer.

[Blakerealms]

What are the Supernatural powers of each Race? Speed, Strength, stuff like that

[Poison Ivy]

@Blissex, accepted. Nice CS.

@Blakerealms, basically they can be whatever you want, but just don't go too overboard and make a super power character or I'll have to ask you to change it.

[amelialev]

Adrianna Wraith

Adrianna Wraith was born in the centre of London, England during the reign of Queen Victoria. Her father was a wealthy undertaker and her mother was a successful composer. Growing up was easy for Adrianna, as she spent a lot of her childhood in a private boarding school and a lot of time travelling with her parents to the shores of France and Norway.

When she reached adulthood, her father had died and her mother was struggling to cope with not having a husband. Her mother started the slippery slope into insanity. Adrianna had a terrible decision to make; kill her mother before it was too late, or let her be experimented upon. She chose the former, and so one night sneaked into her room and suffocated her.

Although she thought the plan went well, someone caught wind of what she had done and began blackmailing her into doing jobs for him. Slowly, this mystery person began to turn Adrianna from a sweet, public-school girl, into a cold-blooded assassin. And before long, Adrianna became one of England's finest.

At the age of twenty eight, her emotions had all but gone. Just one part of her still hung onto the memory of her mother and father. She realised he had done this to her, and so she wanted revenge. But how to kill a killer? There was only one way she could do this.

Walking down one of the back streets of London, she met a man named George Kaylock. She had sought him out purposely, for she knew something about him that not many others did. Kaylock was a vampire, and coverted Adrianna so she could kill the one who had turned her into an assassin.

Now, a vampire and living in Paris in the twenty first century, she is out to see that the vampire race thrive by killing any threats. Over the years she has become more and more experienced at being an assassin, and has mastered the use of most weapons. Currently, she carried a silver bladed knife and a revolver with silver bullets, waiting for a fight.

[Wickedness]

Right on.

@Poison Ivy: Yeah, just need to go over my PMs then I can post my CS for Kokoro.

@amelialev: Cool, But I can't seem to access the link to your pic.

[amelialev]

That's the image

[Poison Ivy]

Still can't see that image amelialev...


And Bump? Where are the other people that were interested?