Resounding Dissolution (CS)

[Katelyn]

IC
OOC

Character Sheets:

Hunters:
Lucien (Chu)
Sabine (Yzza)
Marcus (Scout)
Natasha (Viv)
Sofia (Niko)

Wolves:
Alexander (Bane) Pack Leader
Dru (Kate)
Kane (Jurassic)
Claire (Kate)
Felix (Scout)
Crina (Yzza)
Eric (Chu)
Fiona (Niko)

Vamps:
Lillian (Viv) Coven Leader
Elsie (Kate)
Victoria (LadyBella)
Israel (Jekyll)
Albert (Bane)
Krieger (Chu)

NPC
Priest - Peter (Chu)

[Viv]

Name: Lillian Montego

Age: 220 (appears around 20)

Appearance:

Brief History: Lillian was born in the early 1800s and has moved through the changes of the last two hundred years, surprisingly well, though she pines for the times of the past when life was more about relationship and tangible things of the heart. She was dying from a plague the swept London when she had just turned twenty. A lovely young doctor took pity on her as she lay dying in a hospital, his lips soft and promising.

She awoke a few days later completely healed, but holding new ailments. Learning very quickly what would kill her and what would sustain her was paramount. She searched for years and years looking for him, and never finding him. Trying to search for others of her kind was fruitless as well, seeing that every time she'd find one, they'd attack her. Finally she quit and just decided that life would be an eternity of wandering - alone.

[Katelyn]

Name: Elsie Vanderbuilt
Hunter:24
Race: Human
Appearance:

History/Background: Elsie was borne into a house of strong willed women and has taken after her families curse and become one herself. She was homeschooled at an early age for her inability to get along with other children, anger and violence seemingly her response emotions. She submitted herself to the Circle of Elders to fight for good and protect all that remained innocent in the world. She has suffered from terrible night terrors for most of her life and has an affinity for eating near-raw meat, and burning very quickly in the sun. She began her life as a hunter five years ago and has yet to come across anything supernatural, though she believes without a doubt that they are out there – or so her dreams whisper the truth of their existence.

[JurassicHole]

Name: Kane Corrigan

Appearance:

Lycan Form:
Completely jet-black fur. Slightly less sinewy than most werewolves, but allows him to be more agile.

Race: Lycan

History/Background: Kane had the unforgiving life as an orphan on the streets of a major city. Every day was filled with beat downs by bigger kids and teenagers, even over the smallest scrap of food the fights were horrific. Over time, however, Kane was able to become stronger more likely due to him being bitten by a werewolf at the age of 13, barely getting away as the beast was gunned down by a hunter. With the added ferocity of the wolf in his veins, Kane began to relish every fight, pummeling the other boys to a bloody pulp. Whenever he would awake in an alleyway, buck-ass naked, he would laugh to himself knowing the "horrific murders" reporterd by the local crier were of his doing. As he became older and more "mature" (if you can even use that word with him), Kane found himself running with a pack for quite some time. That is until he became strong enough to attack the alpha, which he tore to shreads, as well as killing the rest of the pack as being to "weak" to run with him. It has been several years, but Kane believes he has found the pack he'd dreamed of, after meeting a brutish man who turned out to be the first albino as well as largest lycan he'd ever met. Though he himself knew he didn't want to ascend to the position of Alpha, he truly was excited to actually be a part of a true hell bringing pack. Many will die by their hands, their claws, and their fangs. He knew this for certain. With a slightly crazed laugh, Kane howled into the night, giving warning to vampire and hunter's alike that he was ready to show them what it really means to be "in the belly of the beast."

[Katelyn]

Name: Drucilla Harold

Appearance:
Human Form:


Lycan Form:


Race: Lycan

History/Background: Dru's parents were hunters, always out and never at home. She rarely saw them and usually stayed with her grandfather while they were away. One dark and stormy night word came that her mother had been attacked by wolves, and her father turned. After several years, the pain remained, but the memories subsided. Just before her 12th birthday, her father returned to her and tried to get her to join him. She ran and started hiding among orphanages, her grandfather thinking she was dead too. By the time she was 20, he'd found her again and turned her himself without hesitation. He was the Alpha wolf and until someone challenges him... he still will be.

[JurassicHole]

Saved for JurassicHole for a Future Character Since He's One Sexy Devil

[Katelyn]

Name: Claire Harold

Appearance:
Human Form:


Lycan Form:


Race: Lycan

History/Background: Claire was born into a pack that loved her, a family that loved her, a warm home and comforting arms. The early years of her life were protected well from outside sources by her over protective mother, father and Aunt Crina. She always looked for ways to push the line and rise up against oppression. She is the bully protector, the leader amongst the younger wolves and the justice seeker amongst the pack. She's more beautiful than her mother and just as vicious as her father.

[Yzza]

Name: Crina DeAgul
Appearance:
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Wolf form: 9ft tall and built

Race: Werewolf

History/Background: Crina was born to two hunters, the little sister of Drucilla, and so was raced mostly with her grandparents. When their father, who had been turned were, returned to recruit the sibling Crina and Drucilla fled and his themselves among orphanages only to be found and forcible turned when Crina was 18 and Drun was 20. It was only a few weeks after becoming part of her fathers pack when Crina’s anger over flowed and she attacked her father in the hopes of defeating him as pack leader but was quickly squashed by the much more learned were and then ran, perfering to take her chances alone.

Since that day Crina has been gone, with no word if she even still lived. She moved from town to town, roaming among different packs who accepted her for a few days in the hopes she would join them as a viable and attractive female. Despite the hospitality Crina could never manage to obey any were for long enough to become comfortable and so left again. In recent weeks she has heard of the massacres and returned to her old home, only to hear of her father’s death

[ladybella]

Name: Victoria Bouren

Age: 126 appears anywhere from 20-30

Apperance:



Race: Vampire

History/Background:
Victoria was born into a time when women were nothing but slaves and baby making machines. She married young, had her first child and lived out her existance as nothing but a punching bag for her husband. Finally, one day her body gave out and instead of try to save her, her husband dumped her behind a pub with a collapsed lung, lying in a pool of her own blood. She doesn't remember what really happened next except, she woke the next night, completly healed and equipped with a thirst for blood that she could not ignore.
She traveled for a long time, seeing places that she had never seen and had always wanted too. She developed a taste for the young and healthy, their blood was the best she had ever tasted and she couldn't help herself at times. She was always alone, it never occured to her to create another vampire, and she finally found Vivian's coven. Originally she had only intended to stay for a year or two, but her stay became longer and longer and she finally just made the coven her permanent home.

Here we are, I fleshed out the history a bit, and changed the picture.

[101 Scout1]

Name: Felix Lacatus

Age: He was twenty at the Comstock Massacre, so he’s just over a century old.

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Human -


Wolf –



Race: Werewolf

History/Background: Felix was born in London about twenty years before the Comstock Massacre. His family had been quite poor, unknown to the world, and lived day-to-day in the poor districts of any city they could survive in. The year was 1812, and Felix had left his parents and one younger brother after a large altercation over his future. He found himself a home in Comstock, living in a shabby, abandoned room of an inn, paid as an apprentice to the city’s smith. He could barely afford the room (which would not have been available had he not been such a charming negotiator) and lived off of meager crumbs and leftovers.

The young man was outside on that fateful night, just beyond the limits of the city, staring at the stars with a girl he had fallen in love with. They were to be betrothed as soon as he could afford to set the marriage, no matter how protesting her father had been about it. She had run from her family as well when they had ordered her not to marry the boy. So, as they stared at the sky and held each other close, enjoying the simple things in life without money, a stampede of thumps could be heard coming. A screech and a howl, Felix sat up, as did his woman when the noises sounded. He looked at her in confusion and when they turned to stand back up, it was too late, and a vampire had flown by demonically, sweeping her into the sky for its feast. The boy didn’t know what to do as he was pounced upon by a Werewolf, still shocked and confused by all that was happening. He felt it scratch at him, but it was soon occupied by another, bloodlust overtaking it before hunger. The boy was moments from death as he passed out.

He had been left for dead before awaking the next day in a daze. His hands moved to his abdomen, he was covered in scratches, one gash ran over the center of his stomach, but it had already scabbed over and was in the process of healing. He stood up only to find his legs shaky and the memories of the night before come back. Panic coursed through his veins as he searched the destroyed town for his beloved, knowing in his heart she was gone forever. He kissed his hand and made a cross over his heart for her and all others who had died. A growl emitted from his throat in vengeful desire, something that should have been the first red flag yet was left unnoticed, and he left the city with fury. He vowed he would hunt the creatures from that day forth… That is, until the next night, when he blacked out completely on the ground, writhing in pain as his skin seemed to explode and morph around him. He ripped away at himself and then lost all of his humanity, becoming a savage beast. The wolf tore through the woods, feasting, only to awake the next day a human, surrounded by slaughtered animals and covered by splatters of blood. His surroundings were strange, to say the least, and the gash on his stomach was nearly non-existent by now. Felix noticed there were dear and rabbits and any other small forest animal one could think of, emptied of its inside. It took him a few more of these strange awakenings to realize what he had become.