>tying his crown to his neck
>tying a SILVER crown to his neck where any good punch will hammer it into his ribcage
Is this a put-on show of superiority?
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>tying a SILVER crown to his neck where any good punch will hammer it into his ribcage
Is this a put-on show of superiority?
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>tying a SILVER crown to his neck where any good punch will hammer it into his ribcage
Is this a put-on show of superiority?
It is a character choice, not a player choice. It's a show of dominance, yes, the whole point being to prove the Silver Crowns (and Reinor himself) are too strong to have their weaknesses exploited. It's the equivalent of a vampire wielding a stake as a weapon: use it against me, if you can. Is it the most logical and strategic choice? No. But it's deep-seated in tradition, and Reinor is much too confident to believe anyone could catch him so off-guard. If they're able to drive the crown into his flesh with a hammer strike or strike a solid blow on him at all, he is a weak leader, and might as well be dead anyway.
Oh, now i see the point.
This is exactly how a savage bound by superstitious concepts of "honor" and "pride" would behave tho.
Actually, though, i like that detail really much and i'll feel really bad trying to exploit it. This kind of humanity and emotion is what sets vampires and werewolves apart.
This is exactly how a savage bound by superstitious concepts of "honor" and "pride" would behave tho.
Actually, though, i like that detail really much and i'll feel really bad trying to exploit it. This kind of humanity and emotion is what sets vampires and werewolves apart.
By the way, about hearts and things being pounded into them!
Master Princess, could Kreslav have used his fleshwarping arts in order to hide his own heart somewhere else in his body in order to fool people trying to stake him? For example move it over into his pelvic area and armor it up with more bone and meat and a highly decorated codpiece?
Master Princess, could Kreslav have used his fleshwarping arts in order to hide his own heart somewhere else in his body in order to fool people trying to stake him? For example move it over into his pelvic area and armor it up with more bone and meat and a highly decorated codpiece?
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@HaleytheRandom Here's the readjusted CS. I included the power within the "Other" section
@Keksalot No I wouldn't feel bad, he expects it from anyone he might face, and likely welcomes the challenge
I'm very excited to see this coming to life by the way; I'm already dying to know how the story begins and ends. I love this community in how intricate they can make their stories and how well everyone can get along, despite differences IC. Here's to the roleplayerguild, and all of you. Thank you.
Nickname: Canus
Born on the date of January 17th, heralded at 50 years.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
In Depth Appearance:
Reinor possesses eyes of stone and the smell of oak on rainy day. His hair is surprisingly kempt and as the night without a moon. His beard the same, just passing the protruding collarbone above his defined pectorals, but he is not barrel-chested. Teeth, shining white, with just the slightest curvature of fang. Nails trimmed, but the ridges of their use plainly visible. His skin is a deep tan, riddled in cuts, scratches, bruises, and a thin canopy of raven hair above it all. Arms like chiseled iron, legs like redwood. He is herculean, but does not give off the impression of savagery or ruthlessness. His stance is rigid, formal even, and unyielding. Unless royal ceremony or public appearance is called for, Reinor will wear a light tan, deerskin loincloth and little else, save for a silver crown placed prominently atop his ebony hair. The crown itself is tied to a sturdy chain that Reinor wears about his neck, like a loose collar.
Personality:
To know Reinor is to know the wilds. They are treacherous as they are unforgiving, and to survive in such an environment one must adapt. There is no hesitation to snap the neck of the fox, for it is the sustenance of the body. To kill is to survive. Eat or be eaten. And when one has learned to eat, others will feed from the palm. Not the strong, but the prospective. This is how the roots of a tree expand. Without the prospective there is only the strong. And nature takes all things in time, no matter its constitution or will. This is the call of the pack.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Biography:
Born into the clutches of his Beta father, Reinor was born of second-in-command and the beauty that was his mother. He very quickly came to understand the rules of the pack, and wasted no time in putting forth his effort, and all of it. Working all day, perhaps into night, perhaps into sleepless day. There was little exception, save illness and childbirth, that exempted one from working for one’s meals. To expand the pack. However, again at an earlier age than most, Reinor showed his cunning by noticing the inefficiencies of it all. Scouting parties unused. Food uneaten. Areas of land and forest missed. Uprisings in the ranks and savagery that threw the pack into temporary disarray. No, he would rule it all, and better. So he trained in every spare minute time allowed in his coming challenge. To take over leadership, Reinor would battle the Alpha. And he would win. And there would be no more turning against the clan. No more savagery within the walls. For 33 years, Reinor has held his title, and has made The Silver Crowns a machine, a pack so tightly knit that each member can read the next action of another. Rival packs would yield to Reinor’s rule and code or be submitted into doing so. The Silver Crowns have had their bloody wars and mistakes, but few have expanded the pack quite like Reinor. Reinor has been challenged many times in his reign, and shows for it upon his scarred body, yet he still charges first among many in a silver wave.
The Silver Crown is an heirloom from the first Alpha, who slew an ancient king of some far off land. The Alpha wears it to symbolize overcoming one’s fear for the good of the pack, and to show any enemy that no weakness may be exploited against The Silver Crown. They are tied by blood and camaraderie, ties that no fear or enticement may sever.
Opinions on your coven/pack as well as the others
The Silver Crowns: We are a pack and a family. I will serve as alpha and conqueror until I see a great kingdom for my people.
The Morakai: An ancient cult of vampires, one to be wary of and watched. They will not stop our expansion.
Night’s Shadows: A new cult of vampires, likely bold to intrude on the long seated Morakai. Not a lesser cult, more unpredictable, ferocious even. They are to be watched as closely as the Morakai, if not more.
Position/Role in Clan/Pack: Alpha of The Silver Crowns
Theme Song:
Heartland – Celtic Thunder
Out of the mists of Time it comes
Older than the oldest rhyme it comes
Coursing through our veins it comes
Pulsing in our brains it comes
Crashing like a thunder roll
Echoing in our very soul
Listen for it as it comes
The pure and primal sound of drums
Other: Only the closest to Reinor would know that he is actually blind by birth. Accompanied by this hindrance, however, is the supernatural ability to be sensitive to the vibrations in the air and earth. He is able to detail his surroundings through this ability alone. He can recognize the size and amount of individual objects around him, so long as they are moving in some way. Where this sense fails him, his sense of smell, already enhanced through heritage of the were gene, is further amplified due to his lack of sight.
@Keksalot No I wouldn't feel bad, he expects it from anyone he might face, and likely welcomes the challenge
I'm very excited to see this coming to life by the way; I'm already dying to know how the story begins and ends. I love this community in how intricate they can make their stories and how well everyone can get along, despite differences IC. Here's to the roleplayerguild, and all of you. Thank you.
Reinor Ündig “Silvercrown” Hjeltven of the Silver Crowns
“Our strength grows out of our weaknesses.”- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Reinor Ündig Hjeltven
Nickname: Canus
Born on the date of January 17th, heralded at 50 years.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
In Depth Appearance:
Reinor possesses eyes of stone and the smell of oak on rainy day. His hair is surprisingly kempt and as the night without a moon. His beard the same, just passing the protruding collarbone above his defined pectorals, but he is not barrel-chested. Teeth, shining white, with just the slightest curvature of fang. Nails trimmed, but the ridges of their use plainly visible. His skin is a deep tan, riddled in cuts, scratches, bruises, and a thin canopy of raven hair above it all. Arms like chiseled iron, legs like redwood. He is herculean, but does not give off the impression of savagery or ruthlessness. His stance is rigid, formal even, and unyielding. Unless royal ceremony or public appearance is called for, Reinor will wear a light tan, deerskin loincloth and little else, save for a silver crown placed prominently atop his ebony hair. The crown itself is tied to a sturdy chain that Reinor wears about his neck, like a loose collar.
Personality:
• Calculating • Steadfast • Loyal •
To know Reinor is to know the wilds. They are treacherous as they are unforgiving, and to survive in such an environment one must adapt. There is no hesitation to snap the neck of the fox, for it is the sustenance of the body. To kill is to survive. Eat or be eaten. And when one has learned to eat, others will feed from the palm. Not the strong, but the prospective. This is how the roots of a tree expand. Without the prospective there is only the strong. And nature takes all things in time, no matter its constitution or will. This is the call of the pack.
Likes:
- The Silver Crowns, and pride for one’s origins
- Expansion of the pack
- Providing for one’s allies and family
- Efficiency
- Trustworthiness
Dislikes:
- Cowardice
- Not pulling one’s weight
- Treachery
- Anyone that stands against the pack’s ultimate goals
- Harm to the pack, specifically harm that does not achieve the greater good of the pack
Fears:
- Fall of the Silver Crowns
- Failure to achieve a golden age of the pack
- It is not a fear, but a great distaste and rage to lose any member of one’s family
Biography:
Born into the clutches of his Beta father, Reinor was born of second-in-command and the beauty that was his mother. He very quickly came to understand the rules of the pack, and wasted no time in putting forth his effort, and all of it. Working all day, perhaps into night, perhaps into sleepless day. There was little exception, save illness and childbirth, that exempted one from working for one’s meals. To expand the pack. However, again at an earlier age than most, Reinor showed his cunning by noticing the inefficiencies of it all. Scouting parties unused. Food uneaten. Areas of land and forest missed. Uprisings in the ranks and savagery that threw the pack into temporary disarray. No, he would rule it all, and better. So he trained in every spare minute time allowed in his coming challenge. To take over leadership, Reinor would battle the Alpha. And he would win. And there would be no more turning against the clan. No more savagery within the walls. For 33 years, Reinor has held his title, and has made The Silver Crowns a machine, a pack so tightly knit that each member can read the next action of another. Rival packs would yield to Reinor’s rule and code or be submitted into doing so. The Silver Crowns have had their bloody wars and mistakes, but few have expanded the pack quite like Reinor. Reinor has been challenged many times in his reign, and shows for it upon his scarred body, yet he still charges first among many in a silver wave.
The Silver Crown is an heirloom from the first Alpha, who slew an ancient king of some far off land. The Alpha wears it to symbolize overcoming one’s fear for the good of the pack, and to show any enemy that no weakness may be exploited against The Silver Crown. They are tied by blood and camaraderie, ties that no fear or enticement may sever.
Opinions on your coven/pack as well as the others
The Silver Crowns: We are a pack and a family. I will serve as alpha and conqueror until I see a great kingdom for my people.
The Morakai: An ancient cult of vampires, one to be wary of and watched. They will not stop our expansion.
Night’s Shadows: A new cult of vampires, likely bold to intrude on the long seated Morakai. Not a lesser cult, more unpredictable, ferocious even. They are to be watched as closely as the Morakai, if not more.
Position/Role in Clan/Pack: Alpha of The Silver Crowns
Theme Song:
Heartland – Celtic Thunder
Out of the mists of Time it comes
Older than the oldest rhyme it comes
Coursing through our veins it comes
Pulsing in our brains it comes
Crashing like a thunder roll
Echoing in our very soul
Listen for it as it comes
The pure and primal sound of drums
Other: Only the closest to Reinor would know that he is actually blind by birth. Accompanied by this hindrance, however, is the supernatural ability to be sensitive to the vibrations in the air and earth. He is able to detail his surroundings through this ability alone. He can recognize the size and amount of individual objects around him, so long as they are moving in some way. Where this sense fails him, his sense of smell, already enhanced through heritage of the were gene, is further amplified due to his lack of sight.
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Andrew Argent of The Morakai
"I would prefer even to fail with honor than win by cheating."-SophoclesAndrew Oswald Argent
Nickname:Andy
Birth date and age: 21st December 1770 - 246 - Turned at and appears to be 26
Sexuality: Heterosexual
In Depth Appearance:
Andrew stands at 5 foot 11 and has a sinewy physique. His hair is a jet black, and has the strange style of being shaved at his sides, but kept rather long on the top. He often wears the expression of innocence and naivety, reflecting on his unbigoted personality. His hands are scarred, and the most notable wound he has is his left index finger, which is missing the topmost indent. He has, but one tattoo, a small emblem of the West Ham football club that rests just below his right shoulder on his back.
Personality:• Honourable • Unprejudiced • Despondent •
At least one a detailed paragraph.
Andrew is an enigma, so to speak. One would expect a product of the industrial revolution, forced into labour as just a child would come out hardened and angry. Especially in east London. But Andrew came out quite different. He's quite a soft heart, and takes anything anyone says about him to heart, depending on who they are of course. While he is not afraid to fight, he prefers to settle things through democracy. His vampirism caused a great shift in his life, he went from someone training to be a priest to someone having to suck the blood out of innocent people's necks just to survive. Nevertheless, he'd do anything for his coven.
Likes:
- Cars, specifically his Ford Consul Granada, which he bought when they were new.
- Cowboy films
- West Ham United Football Club
- Oasis
- 60s fashion
Dislikes:
- Fighting
- Betrayal
- Donkeys(He's allergic)
- Bigots
- Conformity
Fears:
- Torture
- Losing his legs
- Apocalypse conspiracy theories
Biography: At least one well written paragraph on your characters life.
Andrew was born in East London, during the industrial revolution. His family was as poor as the health standards at the time, and Andrew had never even seen a school before he was sent to work in a factory. His life was tough to put it bluntly. He'd never admit it of course, if there was one thing that was beaten into him as a child it was modesty. His sister, who was around 6 when he was 17, caught scarlet fever, and was slowly, but surely dying. The family had too little money to pay any doctor worth his grit and, as cruel as it sounds that money would be better spent on a funeral.
Andrew, however, wouldn't back down from a challenge such as this. While working at the factory, he had found faith and was studying to become a pastor outside of his work. He began searching through all the tomes and books he could get his hands on, none turning up results. That is until he discovered something he never should have. A musty old book, hidden away by a panel at the back of a bookshelf. I'm sure you've already guessed that it was a book on the occult.
He read the book over and over again, trying to wrap his head around the incantations and spells that it told him of. Summoning demons, communicating with ghosts and even hexing people of all things lay within it's dusty pages. One caught his eye though, a ritual that would summon a creature that could give immortality. He contemplated the ritual for weeks, but when his sister's condition worsened he knew he had to at least try it. The only problem was that it involved murder.
He killed a homeless man, and took his sister out into the woods with the corpse. He performed the ritual, creating a pentagram from the blood and lighting numerous candles and torn pages from the bible all around his sister. Of course, all that mystical mumbo jumbo meant nothing, the only thing that attracted the vampire was the scent of blood. As the vampire began creeping up on his sister, Andrew felt a strong urge to stop what he was doing. He leapt out from the brush he hid behind and attempted to attack the vampire. All that got him was bit, as well as his sister.
For three days they lay there, writhing in pain as they changed into something altogether more monstrous than before. Andrew's sister did not survive the transformation.
He left East London, renouncing his faith and attempting to start a new life. He boarded a ship for America, the best chance he had for a new start. He ended up in Maine after travelling for a few months. He still didn't understand his condition, or why he kept getting a rash after staying in the sun for too long. Eventually the Morakai found him, beginning to char in the hot summer sun.
They took him in and taught him about his condition and what he had to do to survive. The rest is history.
Opinion on your Coven/Pack as well as the others.
Andrew is a strange one for sure. He actually has no qualms with any of the other clans or packs, werewolf included. Of course, saying this, he does prefer The Morakai over everyone else, and wouldn't betray them for the world. But to say that he especially hates one group over the other would just be a lie.
Position/Role in Clan/Pack:
Member
Theme Song:
The Importance Of Being Idle - Oasis
I lost my faith in the summertime
Cos it don't stop raining
The sky all day's as black as night
But I'm not complaining
Other:
POWER: Dream Walking
Andrew has complete control over his blood vessels. As boring as this sounds, it's actually rather useful. If his arm ever gets cut off he would be able to take an arm that was similar to his and essentially stick it on. Furthermore, if he makes a large enough cut on himself he is able to physically grow his blood vessels and is able to actually suck someones blood without ever having to sink his fangs into them. Useful in a crowded elevator.
LIMITATIONS:
-He couldn't replace anything bigger than a forearm using this.
-Anything replaced would need to be replaced within 30 hours or it simply wouldn't work.
-If he does grow his blood vessels, he needs to physically remove the extra length as shrinking his blood vessels is near impossible to him. Removing these vessels is often very painful.
Finished my app I think.
Hey, you stole my fleshcrafting shtick.
Some of it, anyway. Also, Esidisi was the worst pillar man.
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Some of it, anyway. Also, Esidisi was the worst pillar man.
If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get. Santana is by far the worst pillar man
Santana at very least looks nice and didn't cry like a pussy when he was being defeated.
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Santana at very least looks nice and didn't cry like a pussy when he was being defeated.
His crying was terrifying and you're lying if you say you didn't wet yourself with the rest of us.
I was scared much harder when Santana possessed the german soldier from the inside though.
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By the way, about hearts and things being pounded into them!
Master Princess, could Kreslav have used his fleshwarping arts in order to hide his own heart somewhere else in his body in order to fool people trying to stake him? For example move it over into his pelvic area and armor it up with more bone and meat and a highly decorated codpiece?
Ah... I like the creativity, but I'm going to have to give this a no.
@Whimsley Very well done. Approved.
@Mr_pink I'll read the app over ASAP, have to take a quiz right now.
Ah... I like the creativity, but I'm going to have to give this a no.
Why?
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@Keksalot Well, I'm not accusing you of anything, but this sort of sounds like a tad bit of god-modding.
The heart is the vampires main weakness, and it can only be hidden by a sort of armor. By doing this, it seems like you are... how do I say this... making it to where he doesn't have that weakness unless someone just so happens to stab him in the pelvic region.
The heart is the vampires main weakness, and it can only be hidden by a sort of armor. By doing this, it seems like you are... how do I say this... making it to where he doesn't have that weakness unless someone just so happens to stab him in the pelvic region.
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@Mr_pink Perfect. Accepted. I think Serafina will like him incredibly ^.^
Yeah, as would any vampire who ever had the opportunity and imagination.
Sorry for being like that, actually. I know exactly why forbidding this thing is completely justified OOC from your side, yes, but how do we justify things like that being forbidden for the sake of fairness In-Character?
Also, a question for everyone who plays: anyone wants to try and work out some kind of background plot for vampires and werewolves? Not the personal stories but something that explains the existence and history of vampires and werewolves as the supernatural "species". Why and for how long are they out there, that kind of things?
Sorry for being like that, actually. I know exactly why forbidding this thing is completely justified OOC from your side, yes, but how do we justify things like that being forbidden for the sake of fairness In-Character?
Also, a question for everyone who plays: anyone wants to try and work out some kind of background plot for vampires and werewolves? Not the personal stories but something that explains the existence and history of vampires and werewolves as the supernatural "species". Why and for how long are they out there, that kind of things?
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Sugar and Spite ☣ Hurricane Eyes ☣
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Yeah, as would any vampire who ever had the opportunity and imagination.
Sorry for being like that, actually. I know exactly why forbidding this thing is completely justified OOC from your side, yes, but how do we justify things like that being forbidden for the sake of fairness In-Character?
Of course they would, but this is a rp that is meant to be fair and I am not trying to anger anyone here.
No problem. I appreciate your understanding. However, I'm not sure what you mean.
What i mean is, whatever we decide OOC should also be justified IC. Kreslav can't hide his heart away with his fleshcrafting powers, i understand and accept that - but why? How is it rationalized by him as a character in the game world?
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@Keksalot Ahh.
I'll have to think of something for this.
Perhaps because during the transformation, whatever organs are damaged are healed, but just like the body, is frozen in the current state in which it was transformed?
I'll have to think of something for this.
Perhaps because during the transformation, whatever organs are damaged are healed, but just like the body, is frozen in the current state in which it was transformed?
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