These are my long term characters, some of them are at a point where I have played them fairly fluid or even in multiple genders. So the base CS will be posted with some of the variations listed as well.

Dominyk was human. But that was ages ago; when he was taken he was young, his eyes still lit with an inner fire that showed his own personality. In the years since then he has been reborn a scarred torn piece of himself held together with the emotions he harvests from others on a whim. He is taller now, thinner, lithe -- with ears that would make elves envious. But also his eyes have lost the white for black and the curving horns sprouting from his head among the small forget-me-nots. The kiss of the rose sits on him: a soft scent that draws people in but with nasty thorns for teeth and finger nails; and with the touch of a demon came the wings that are purely ornamental -- that, and the taste for lust.

In the midst of the garden where he stood as a statue in the midst of this changing and torture he found his way to run and escape. Whatever change might have only been partially completed, but he was never going to be able to fix himself; and he has even left the vestiges of his old life behind.

He found that a liar's tongue and a head for contracts came close to part of his being now as more demonic influences flood thorough him, these simple magics he uses to hid what he is in a shadow of what he once was. But the need to feed the addiction of emotions has led him to join those who find pleasure in the sorrow. Those who know that healing can be best found when at the bottom of any pit; and in that he reveled in the heartbreaks he witnessed and later caused for their double taste of Lust and Sorrow.



Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 175 lb
Eyes: Stark Blue
Hair: Brown
Sexuality: If he could choose he would be ace, but he kind of needs it to live, so more in the direction of Pansexual.

• Dream Walk - Enter into dreams
• Feed off Emotions - Gain strength (non physical) from emotions, specifically lust and sorrow
• Emotions (Lust, Sorrow) - he has some minor powers that can be played with concerning these two drives of human nature; considering they are his most powerful weapons.
• Seduction
• Natural Weapons: Horns, Claws, Teeth - these are only viable when he's not in his Mask which looks human, so they tend to be a last ditch effort.
• Crossroad Deal - He can make deals that are beneficial for both parties, but they fall in the caveat of "be careful for what you wish for".

• Needs to Feed - He needs to feed at least every two days on emotions
• Vows - All of his oaths and deals he needs to fulfill
• Social Predator - He is seriously more of a Fop (nice clothes, nice hair) than anything that can get fight-happy so he tends to stay more in the realm of conversation and parties

Rylyn stands just over 157cm (5’2”), though she tends to supplement her height with heels, and weighs just under 57kg (125lb). She claims a 68cm waist, 86cm bust, 97cm hip for measurements, and knows full well how to flaunt it.

Her hair generally falls to her mid back and growing from above her eyes beyond the edge of her hair line are the twin curving horns that mark her as Not an Angel. Between the two dark spires she hangs chains and in their loops the bright and stark wind of her contract with Winter seems to blow. Directly below the chains of her horns two wings sprout from her back, sometimes feathered, sometimes more of the 'bat' persuasion.

She prefers her lips painted a deep red, and the few onyx gems she places on her forehead are the badge of a Succubus; whereas the ice crystals that form beneath her eyes like tears are a badge of a different sort. More often than not her nails are a dark blue or black. When they are the skin of her fingers seems to absorb some of the color to coat the lower half of her fingers.

As a mark of her connection to the season of sorrow the soft whisper of a cold wind trails behind her, occasionally boosted by snowflakes and the scent of freshly fallen snow.

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Catherine wasn't too old when The Dark Dancer came for her, but she had been training for the time when the Dancer's kiss would overwhelm her simple senses and plunge her into a life where only darkness ruled.



And so Catherine was, a vampire left to her own ends struggling with the beast inside. She could feel it as it would rise when it was hungry...when she was hungry, and it's jaws would come to the surface and she would begin to look for blood. But in the times when she was sated it would hide beneath the surface of her mind, barely registering. It is because of this that she began taking the name of شَؾْء خُلُود (Shai-Hulud) from the Dune books to speak about this phenomena inside of her. Slowly her visual representation of the beast became like it's namesake: breaking the surface when it felt the stirrings of other monsters and when it was hungry, and beyond then only when she stirred it to act.

She has since walked the face of the earth for many years, her fangs becoming more apparent when the Shai Hulud is close to the surface of her mind and body; but still she maintains a strong control over her more primal instincts. And as the music of Paris fell away and the cold winds of Chicago flew about her short hair she changed with the times as much as one could. And in all this she drank in memories, becoming a repository for more information than even her own extended lifetime.

P H Y S I C A L

Catherine has a dancer's physique as she was originally a Gypsy. She is muscular but mostly in the legs; her skin is dark with the color of sun and her eyes and hair follow suit. She wears a pixie cut in the modern day, frequently donating her hair to charity -- as it is one of the benefits that her hair returns to it's original waist length every night when she wakes. She is on the current average lines of modern height being approximately 163 cm tall and 61 kg. She still holds to the bohemian look and favors clothes that have a 'swish', particularly if they are of bright colors.

The strangest thing that she does wear is a small silver crucifix on a leather thong about her neck. Neither the silver or the image seem to burn her, despite frequently being thought of as a bane of vampires.

D I S P O S I T I O N

Catherine is, in essence, a hunter. She views every initial meeting as someone who is looking to gain an advantage; however she is fairly comfortable around people and prefers to be friends than to just bite and move on. After all, being alive as long as she has been it's not worth it just killing people who could be friends. If she is hungry she will try to get the person alone, probably using some form of diversion technique than something out in the obvious because of the nature of the Shai Hulud, she does not raise to anger easily but will if necessary to protect herself or things she cares about.

N O T A B L E . S K I L L S

Catherine is a master of the occult and of stealth; although she is not good at fighting she is good at getting away and of sneaking around. Obviously she is a dancer and that affords her a fair amount of dexterity and strength and she is very good at running away.

Catherine has access to general vampiric abilities such as increasing her strength or other physical abilities, running incredibly fast (up to five times a normal human), disappearing into the shadows to remain unseen, seeing incredible distances and heightened senses. In addition she can drink small amounts of blood to take memories from others either willingly or no in order to continue her collection of thoughts.

A R C H E T Y P E

Catherine is considered to be a Collector, a Mystic, and a Monster.