YAY! Forward progress. Lol

I am heading into wifi, so I will be able to FINALLY post my character.

Faction Name: The Drummers
Allegiance: Sabbat
Location: "Wherever the Arch-Bishop fucking says we're needed."
General Information: A small pack of 3 Panders led by (and including) Annabella

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Name: AnnaBella "Pony" Shepherd
Generation: 8th
Clan: Pander
Disciplines: Celerity, Dominate, Presence, Potence

Personality: Pony is what the Sabbat created her to be, a soldier in the war against the Camarilla: direct, cold, aloof, and ruthlessly efficient. She does not abide by cruelty for cruelty's sake, but nor is she particularly merciful. Nor is Pony stupid; while shock troops and direct assaults against Camarilla strongholds are tried and true methods of Sabbat tactics, she is not above using what she regardless as legitimate ruse de guerre to accomplish her goals. Adhering to and advocating the tenets of The Path of Honorable Accord, she disdains those members of the Sabbat who revel in their debaucheries, conceding their possible uses yet being well aware that such indulgences can easily distract one from the struggle against the Jyhad. Pony is well aware of the potential uses of her innocent looks against humans, but refuses (and to a great degree doesn't even know how) to use them as such. Anything smacking of such concepts as love, romance, sexuality and the like can be confusing and so are treated with scorn when applied to herself.

Biography:
AnnaBella vaguely remembers parts of her mortal life, but not many and those only in flashes. She doesn't really care to find out and dismissive of clinging to any of it. She knows she was born in 1873 in Boston... and that her family was well off if not rich, something to do with whaling... and she remembers wearing pretty dresses... but that's about it.

The only first clear memory she has is of climbing out of the earth with an incredible thirst for blood. Naked and crazed, she attacked the first thing she saw: a man watching over the farm field from which she had scraped herself out of. The man was caught off guard and drained of every last drop of vitae, making AnnaBella incredibly strong and fast all in one go. Others came then, men and women in a wide variety of clothing and from assorted backgrounds. They treated her like a wild animal, her frenzy such that they could do little else with her especially when a handful of others began to rise up out of the earth with crazed expressions and growling for blood. It was only when a tall, elegant woman with piercing eyes began to speak to AnnaBella and those with her that they all began to calm down, AnnaBella fighting the hardest to resist. Clothes were brought, and more blood, and these newly created vampires were crudely informed of their new existence. They were called Shovelheads, and regarded as disposable soldiers in the war against ancient monsters and their children; told if they could survive long enough, these fresh risen undead were scoffingly reassured they would be inducted into the Sabbat proper. Funnily enough, AnnaBella had already scored a point in their favor by killing the Brujah who had been watching over the buried recruits; if he wasn't able enough to defend himself against a freshly risen neophyte (one who they then realized was clanless!) he obviously was of no further use to the Sabbat!

The next year brought several brutal clashes with the enemy, a group she had come to know as the Camarilla. By 1892, AnnaBella was the only Shovelhead of her party remaining and so fully inducted as a member of the Sabbat. That was when she received the nickname of Pony, for she always wore her fine blond hair in a braided ponytail. All those years of fighting in the urban environment had given her experience and the ability to plan fluidly that was hard for the older, more hidebound vampires to match. She proved time and time again her resourcefulness and effectiveness in combat, yet because of her clanless status she was forced to drift from pack to pack in an attempt to find a place where she would be treated some some accord. It never came.

Not until the Third Sabbat Civil War of 1957 and the rise of Joseph Pander; Pony had thrown her weight in behind the influential Caitiff leader and was there when she and the others like her were awarded the status of Honorary Clan - the Panderers. Still in Boston, she rallied the Panders to her and formed her own pack, the Drummers. Consisting of anywhere between 3 to 12 members at any one time, this new pack carved a niche for themselves under Ponys leadership: recruitment.

With her as their Ductus, she organized and lead the local Sabbat on recruiting missions to create more Shovelheads as shock troops. Their name, the Drummers, came as an allusion to the drums used by 18th and 19th Century recruiting sergeants and from the habit of placing potential recruits in steel oil drums before burying them or dumping them in the ocean; Pony only wanted those recruits who were either strong or resourceful enough to survive such an ordeal. Anyone too weak or too dumb to get out on their own was a waste of vitae and time. She didn't think it was an unreasonable method, for she wasn't so cruel as to weld the barrel shut before being being buried...

For her services time and time again, Pony was given by the ArchBishop the unofficial title of War Leader. The past two decades she has made the most of her position, forging contacts and securing weapons for use. In times of war, she would oversee the direct action against the Camarilla or any other foes that threatened the Sabbat. She takes great pride in her work, and while not fanatical the Ductus is dedicated to the cause as a Moderate.

Appearnce:

Name: Lucas (Frostbite)

Breed: Lupus

Auspice: Galliard

Tribe: Fianna

Rank: 1

Gifts: Call of the Wyld
Beast Speak
Predators Arsenal

Personality: True to his Fianna heritage, Lucas is a hopeless romantic and falls for just about any woman. Due to his upbringing however, most contact with females(especially humans and homids) is extremely awkward and brash and more than once has earned him a slap to the face.
Despite this, Lucas is generally friendly. He makes jokes and sarcastic comments to try and lighten a dark mood. While this works more often than not, it has caused Lucas his fair share of fights.

Lucas considers himself an introvert simply because he enjoys books, lore, and songs. Any human and garou alike would find him charismatic and overly outgoing without the maddening cheer that goes with it.
Lucas hides his true feelings, masking them behind a fake smile. He has learned to control his emotions so well, you would think he is happy rather than angry or sad.
Lucas is mistrustful of humans and keeps them two arm lengths away.

Biography: Lucas was born in the Fianna homeland of Ireland. Long free of the wolf terror, growing up was a challenge for he and his mother. Somehow they were able to survive with the human threat looming ever closer as the days rolled by.
Even as a pup, Lucas was curious about humans, though he was careful to never go beyond the fauna or attack their meat. He really wanted to though.
Every chance he got, he left his pack and peered through the bushes at a nearby farm. The humans that lived there seemed happy. He wanted that for himself and his mother. One day, a young woman arrived at the farm. She was the most exquisite creature he had ever laid his eyes on. Lucas knew in his heart he wanted her, but she was a human and he was a wolf. How could it ever be? He let it go, knowing that if he lingered, he may commit the most serious of wolfen offenses. Lead a human to his pack. One day lead to another and soon two years passed. He chased deer and an assortment of other prey. The thrill of the hunt, wind through his fur; there was no word to express or feeling to match. He was a master of these woods, he and his kin.
During such a hunt, Lucas felt a strange sensation. It was also unmatched in word and feeling. This was something far more than wisps of air flowing around his body. It was a change. His paws took another form, followed by his legs. Soon his fur was shedding and not like winter fur during summer. It fell off. In clumps. His skin stretched and his bones shifted, becoming something foreign yet familiar. Before he could work out what was happening, it was over. He looked at his paws, they were replaced by hands. There was no fur on his body aside from a snowy white mop that now fell over his eyes.
He was human.
It was impossible. It had to be. His mother never told him..
These thoughts shot through his mind like a bullet to the head. All the while, Lucas laid motionless. Paralyzed by his fear. If he moved, it would be real.
Dark came quickly, and Lucas opened his eyes slowly. He wasn't looking up at the sky. He didnt know where he was. With a sudden burst of fear, Lucas sat up. His arms and legs, they were the same as before. This was.. real. He heard a voice next to him. It was the young woman from two years ago. She spoke to him, but he couldn't understand her words, they were garbled. Lucas started to breath fast as he stared at her. She reached out to him and he shoved her away with a strength unknown to him, throwing her into a vanity. Lucas fell to floor off some sort of fluffy thing. He didn't have time to figure it out. The woman struggled to stand, she was bleeding. She looked at him with horror. Lucas backed away from the girl as best he could, having barely any control over his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the stars twinkling. With no concern to himself, Lucas launched his body through the window. The glass shattered around him, leaving cuts all over his body. He needed to get back to his pack. To safety. Lucas raced through the woods, it didn't dawn on him that his body was again that of a wolf. He ran. He didn't stop. Lucas soon found himself at his pack den. Or what was left of it. He pack was gone. Blood was splattered on the dirt and nearby trees. The den had been dug up, any pups were either dead or taken to grow up in a zoo. That was no life for a wolf. A sad, lonely howl escaped Lucas as he stood among the ruins of his home. It was cut short as a bullet whizzed by his body. Mourning would have to wait, he needed to get out of here. He ran away from his home and everything he ever knew and hid. Soon the hunt was called off and Lucas moved to the edge of the woods. He had to be a human to move any further. He couldn't control it though, could he? Lucas spent the next year testing his new skill and hiding his true nature from the humans. Finally he was able to willfully change into the creature he despised the most. Humans.
Lucas learned their language and found there was a way to leave this island. A metal bird that could take him far away to a place called the U.S.A. he overheard that it was the place that one could start over. Maybe there would be others like him there. As far as he knew, there were none on the island.
As soon as he had the money, most of which was stolen, Lucas boarded the giant metal creature destined for unknown lands. Apparently a place called Boston.

Current: Lucas resides in the Pawtuckaway caern.

Appearance: Wolf:
Fianna tribe symbol in black fur on right shoulder.
Human: white wild hair cut short, golden eyes, tattoo of Fianna tribe symbol on shoulder.
Athletic build.

Sabbat War Leader? Done and up for approval.

All apps look good and approved.

Waiting on Noxxi as i'dl ike her to get her post in before continuing anything. She should be ready to post sunday.

Finishing up post. Thank you all for your patience.

Post up. Kept short to allow for a bit of flow to the scene at the caern.

Calling other hunters: is it aright to set up a post where everyone arrives at the house?

Well, since Vasile has been noticed by two lovely vampires, I'll have to do a response. I should have one up by tomorrow.

HA! Pony is awesome, Justric - I just love her! So looking forward to your post, idle :)

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Great post Noxxi working on a reply now...

We think we can figure something (in)convenient out after navy posts...

Oh, and noxxi's post was pretty nice.

Thanks guys. I have a lot more stuff my character will want to discuss, specifically jobs for some of the Camarilla. I have a list. :D

Eilwen is not going to take on jobs from someone for a no-good reason. She can, after all, remember the time before the Camarilla, and she's not interested in membership in said sect. But of course, she doesn't like the Sabbat or garou, let alone upstart kine like Leopoldians.

Pick Me, Noxxi. Pick me!!!

*Jumps excitedly with his hand raised*

Hey guys, I'm so sorry about just disappearing. I've been on vacation and completely forgot to inform the GM's in any of the RP's I'm participating in. Seems I haven't missed TOO much, though I have quite a lot of reading to do...

cider said
Hey guys, I'm so sorry about just disappearing. I've been on vacation and completely forgot to inform the GM's in any of the RP's I'm participating in. Seems I haven't missed TOO much, though I have quite a lot of reading to do...

Humorously enough I have been holding up 2 of the RPs myself. I did it for you. :D

Mighty fine work, good sir!