[OOC] ✡ Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts ✡

[officaz]

I don't know how to stick words on top of url, like img and url

[officaz]

This is my temporary CS. It's all of the information with minor code irregularities, I've always had that problem. Nonetheless, I do not want to be hostile or disrespectful... I am no good at codes, even simple ones like on here. Forgive me, I will find some one to help lol, (any one?)

{Full Name} |

Nate Buchanan Hewitt

| {Nickname} |

Ass-biter
Count Smells-A-Lot

| {1925} |

March, Friday

| {Age} |

95-years old

| {Gender} |

Male

| {Sexuality} |

Heterosexual

| {Relationship Status} |

Single

| {Role} |

Vampire

| {Occupation} |

Crimes like petty theft and robbery

| {Face Claim} |

I think my guy would look like Ewan McGregor

| {Appearance} |
[indent]Nate is pale and boyish. He was inducted to the scene when he was 25, surrendering several months after his inductor finally convinced him that all of the savagery was necessary. His height is standard and he isn’t over weight. He wears sneakers or boots, and keeps his flesh concealed. His eyes may turn red or purple depending on his mood, like hungry or reminiscent. His hands or neck, have no scars. He’s a brunette that does his hair sportingly, or in other words most days. His nose is characteristically vampire, being medium-sized and a little pointed.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

Indecisiveness
Day dreaming
Licking his teeth

| {Hobbies} |

Readng
Watching TV
Internet surfing

| {Likes} |

Eating
Stephen King movies
Marijuana
Arts & Crafts
Fantasizing about what could have been
Volunteering at the hospital
Dressing stylishly

| {Dislikes} |

Stephen King books
Getting hustled
Losing three in a row
Being stolen from
Loud soundtrack music
Video games
Contemporary swag fashion

| {Fears} |

Werewolves
Fire
Some domestic animals

| {Secrets} |

Every day of his life is a secret. Sleeping in a coffin, floating around his abode like a vampire training to get into the space program, eating men and women and children and rats and roaches---totally unremorsefully. His definition of secret is life. However, he is a little perverted because he exchanges nudes with women over the internet entirely too much

| {Abilities} |

Superhuman strength with senses, gives him an aw-inspiring degree of physiological account, as well as heightened perceptual definition. Flight predominantly applies to detection and evasion; however one can use the ability move from one place to the next. Telepathy is the trait to hone in to other being’s minds. It can be used in a number of ways, not so spoken that since it is the active ingredient in seduction, any one can be placed under its influence.

| {Limitations} |

Having power itself can begin to be a burden, something some night stalkers get a kick out of. However, besides perpetrating small infractions, Nate is aware of limitations unless you look at his history. He could burn because of how his powers threw him right into the lonely loner status within his undead community.

| {Personality} |
[center][h3][u]♦ [color= B8860B]Humoring[/color] ♦ [color= B8860B]Murderous[/color] ♦ [color= B8860B] Sincere[/color] ♦ [color= B8860B Confusing[/color] ♦[/u][/h3][/center]

It was a good morning looking for most people, but the best he beset his weary eyes on was a casket that served as his bed He was returning to his fort There were bugs walking around, and the stench was a thing you had to chill with, until you realized the whole place smelled kind of like nothing but pure shit. He sat on his coach, which was a decorative addition Then, he browsed around and nothing was detected. He bent over and started to take his Reeboks off.

He took his hands and picked up both shoelaces and pulled them loose, but one was twisted and he replaced two fingers and unknotted. His socks came off next. He was wearing a Pittsburg Steelers shirt and a pack of black denim jeans. He took them off, everything but his purple jock underwear. He laid back for a moment. It was time to hit the sack. But, first he got up tiredly and went into his bathroom and flipped on the light bulk above the mirror. “My loyalty has often lied with me. I have had partners, but it dissipates. I am not godly. I have killed children. I do not struggle too much, because life is what you make of it. And my life taste life baked trouble pie. But, one day, I will lay my loyalties somewhere. Why? Why me.”

[color= B8860B]| {Place of Origin} |[/color]

Massachusetts

| {Background} |

Massachusetts, 1950, Nate is bit. But before he become a vampire talent, he made it to be 25 years old. He had a loving mom and father, and his family was normal. He liked playing sports, and that’s where he met the man who would seduce him. The man who thought his unique abilities and the rights he could afford the young man, the rights to roam the night…

He was on his way to his girlfriend’s house. His dad was driving him, and the whole he way his dad squawked. His dad did not want a grandson. Nate didn’t want a baby. The two were agreeable about it. So, when they pulled up at Tornado St, the street Lauren’s house was on, his dad did not say anything other than bye, and Nate waved him goodbye, too. He was looking at her window when he heard the car squelch and run off of the road. He ran back, but his dad was convulsing and died in a minute.

He jumped up after he placed the back of his father’s head in his arm. He jumped as high as a deer leaping over a broken tree trying to evade poachers could have. Immediately, lurking in the open sight of the neighborhood was some fellow he looked like he was insane dressed wearing a fedora and a hospital gown. He was even dancing. Nate, enraged and hyper vigilant, called out to him and told him he wanted the man’s name, that the man had killed his father. And the man who was thinking about a mad hatter shindig this evening only did a twirl, and then the crazy man was gone..

First responders arrived, and Nate and his girlfriend, and her family, provided all of the information to the authorities that they could. No one had seen him, heard him, or smelled him, whatever! There didn’t seem to be a “him.” For a while, every one was occupied. But, standing there with Lauren stoned a little; he was offered a ride home. Since his family’s car was registered as police evidence, he took it up and climbed in the car. There was police patrolling the area, so Lauren’s mom, Helen, stayed at home.

On their way back to Atlas Dr. is where it happened. Fast. They were near a candy and bread bakery outlet, and Nate rolled his window down and was not speaking, unlike his cabin mates. They were having a small discussion. They wanted to see if indirect therapy helped. It may have, but then the naked mad hatter swooped out of the darkness and ripped him out of the car. He threw him away.

Nate hit the dirt hard. And, he opened his eyes and saw the same jackass standing there. But, now, he had on regular clothing. The demonstrative vampire admitted that he was who murdered his father, and talked about destiny, and this and that. But his question was how Nate saw him. The 25-year old could not understand about it. And, that was it. The bloodsucker bit him, and said he would watch from the shadows. The nights events with Nate being hypnotized. He was no longer humane. He had a new way of life, and above all else he would not speak of any thing he witnessed.

And that was it. Nate hated himself some, but the creatures and monsters that combed through our fears had been around as long as man and none of them had ever returned to humanity.

[Akayaofthemoon]

Nate Hewitt

Nate Hewitt

_{{ "Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.” }}
Stan || Mama I’m Coming Home || Stairway To Heaven

---

{Full Name} |

Nate Buchanan Hewitt

| {Nickname} |

Ass-biter
Count Smells-A-Lot

| {1925} |

March, Friday

| {Age} |

95-years old

| {Gender} |

Male

| {Sexuality} |

Heterosexual

| {Relationship Status} |

Single

| {Role} |

Vampire

| {Occupation} |

Crimes like petty theft and robbery

| {Face Claim} |

I think my guy would look like Ewan McGregor

| {Appearance} |

Nate is pale and boyish. He was inducted to the scene when he was 25, surrendering several months after his inductor finally convinced him that all of the savagery was necessary. His height is standard and he isn’t over weight. He wears sneakers or boots, and keeps his flesh concealed. His eyes may turn red or purple depending on his mood, like hungry or reminiscent. His hands or neck, have no scars. He’s a brunette that does his hair sportingly, or in other words most days. His nose is characteristically vampire, being medium-sized and a little pointed.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

Indecisiveness
Day dreaming
Licking his teeth

| {Hobbies} |

Readng
Watching TV
Internet surfing

| {Likes} |

Eating
Stephen King movies
Marijuana
Arts & Crafts
Fantasizing about what could have been
Volunteering at the hospital
Dressing stylishly

| {Dislikes} |

Stephen King books
Getting hustled
Losing three in a row
Being stolen from
Loud soundtrack music
Video games
Contemporary swag fashion

| {Fears} |

Werewolves
Fire
Some domestic animals

| {Secrets} |

Every day of his life is a secret. Sleeping in a coffin, floating around his abode like a vampire training to get into the space program, eating men and women and children and rats and roaches---totally unremorsefully. His definition of secret is life. However, he is a little perverted because he exchanges nudes with women over the internet entirely too much

| {Abilities} |

Superhuman strength with senses, gives him an aw-inspiring degree of physiological account, as well as heightened perceptual definition. Flight predominantly applies to detection and evasion; however one can use the ability move from one place to the next. Telepathy is the trait to hone in to other being’s minds. It can be used in a number of ways, not so spoken that since it is the active ingredient in seduction, any one can be placed under its influence.

| {Limitations} |

Having power itself can begin to be a burden, something some night stalkers get a kick out of. However, besides perpetrating small infractions, Nate is aware of limitations unless you look at his history. He could burn because of how his powers threw him right into the lonely loner status within his undead community.

| {Personality} |

♦ Humoring ♦ Murderous ♦ Sincere ♦ Confusing ♦

It was a good morning looking for most people, but the best he beset his weary eyes on was a casket that served as his bed He was returning to his fort There were bugs walking around, and the stench was a thing you had to chill with, until you realized the whole place smelled kind of like nothing but pure shit. He sat on his coach, which was a decorative addition Then, he browsed around and nothing was detected. He bent over and started to take his Reeboks off.

He took his hands and picked up both shoelaces and pulled them loose, but one was twisted and he replaced two fingers and unknotted. His socks came off next. He was wearing a Pittsburg Steelers shirt and a pack of black denim jeans. He took them off, everything but his purple jock underwear. He laid back for a moment. It was time to hit the sack. But, first he got up tiredly and went into his bathroom and flipped on the light bulk above the mirror. “My loyalty has often lied with me. I have had partners, but it dissipates. I am not godly. I have killed children. I do not struggle too much, because life is what you make of it. And my life taste life baked trouble pie. But, one day, I will lay my loyalties somewhere. Why? Why me.”

| {Place of Origin} |

Massachusetts

| {Background} |

Massachusetts, 1950, Nate is bit. But before he become a vampire talent, he made it to be 25 years old. He had a loving mom and father, and his family was normal. He liked playing sports, and that’s where he met the man who would seduce him. The man who thought his unique abilities and the rights he could afford the young man, the rights to roam the night…

He was on his way to his girlfriend’s house. His dad was driving him, and the whole he way his dad squawked. His dad did not want a grandson. Nate didn’t want a baby. The two were agreeable about it. So, when they pulled up at Tornado St, the street Lauren’s house was on, his dad did not say anything other than bye, and Nate waved him goodbye, too. He was looking at her window when he heard the car squelch and run off of the road. He ran back, but his dad was convulsing and died in a minute.

He jumped up after he placed the back of his father’s head in his arm. He jumped as high as a deer leaping over a broken tree trying to evade poachers could have. Immediately, lurking in the open sight of the neighborhood was some fellow he looked like he was insane dressed wearing a fedora and a hospital gown. He was even dancing. Nate, enraged and hyper vigilant, called out to him and told him he wanted the man’s name, that the man had killed his father. And the man who was thinking about a mad hatter shindig this evening only did a twirl, and then the crazy man was gone..

First responders arrived, and Nate and his girlfriend, and her family, provided all of the information to the authorities that they could. No one had seen him, heard him, or smelled him, whatever! There didn’t seem to be a “him.” For a while, every one was occupied. But, standing there with Lauren stoned a little; he was offered a ride home. Since his family’s car was registered as police evidence, he took it up and climbed in the car. There was police patrolling the area, so Lauren’s mom, Helen, stayed at home.

On their way back to Atlas Dr. is where it happened. Fast. They were near a candy and bread bakery outlet, and Nate rolled his window down and was not speaking, unlike his cabin mates. They were having a small discussion. They wanted to see if indirect therapy helped. It may have, but then the naked mad hatter swooped out of the darkness and ripped him out of the car. He threw him away.

Nate hit the dirt hard. And, he opened his eyes and saw the same jackass standing there. But, now, he had on regular clothing. The demonstrative vampire admitted that he was who murdered his father, and talked about destiny, and this and that. But his question was how Nate saw him. The 25-year old could not understand about it. And, that was it. The bloodsucker bit him, and said he would watch from the shadows. The nights events with Nate being hypnotized. He was no longer humane. He had a new way of life, and above all else he would not speak of any thing he witnessed.

And that was it. Nate hated himself some, but the creatures and monsters that combed through our fears had been around as long as man and none of them had ever returned to humanity.

@officaz, I fixed the coding for you and added the top section you were missing. The top section isn’t complete but it is your profile so I will help add in the info you need as long as you provide :)

[sempis]

Damaris Goldey

_{{ "I don't bite, unless you ask me to." }}
Shut Up And Dance || Don't Stop (Color On The Walls) || Six Feet Under The Stars

---

|{Full Name}|

Damaris Goldey

| {Nickname} |

Dee

| {Date of Birth} |

August 7th

| {Age} |

24, appears 23

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Sexuality} |

Bisexual

| {Relationship Status} |

Single

| {Role} |

Vampire

| {Occupation} |

Barista by day, bartender by night, artist in between

| {Face Claim} |

Aiyana Lewis

| {Dialogue Color} |

BE7991

| {Appearance} |

Since being turned less than a year ago, Dee's aging has slowed, but she's dubious she'd look any different if she aged regularly. Her size is disproportionate to the sheer amount of energy she has, all contained in five feet and three inches of soft, small curves. Her skin is generally unmarked by scars or tattoos, except for the freckles that dot her cheeks. Her ears are pierced twice at the lobes and twice in the helix of her left ear. Her daily jewelry is very selective, diamond or pearl studs in her lobes, gold or black cuffs in her upper ear, and several rings given to her by her turner, enchanted and not. The most significant of her rings are on that helps protect her from the sun, one that curbs her blood cravings, and one that dulls all of her powers, but isn't strong enough to block her clairvoyance. There's always a mischievous glint in her dark eyes, and a ridiculously big grin on her face. Her face is framed by a dark halo of loose curls, which she normally wears naturally save for special occasions. Dee's clothing choices are a balance of fashionable and functional, closest to street style clothes.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

• Can't sit correctly in a chair for her life, much less sit still
• Long-term insomniac
• Ambidextrous
• Messes with the rings on her fingers when lying, nervous, or upset

| {Hobbies} |

• Going to public places to sketch people
• Playing the guitar
• Skateboarding

| {Likes} |

• Drawing / painting (Duh)
• Amusement parks
• Going out with friends
• Dancing
• Sappy movies
• Experimenting with and trying new beverages
• Animals

| {Dislikes} |

• Loud noises
• Conflict
• Potato salad
• Bad drivers
• Slow walkers
• Waking up early
• Cheaters

| {Fears} |

• Not being able to protect her family. They're all she has.
• Irrationally afraid of being buried alive
• Losing control to her powers or cravings and hurting people. Dee goes to great lengths to prevent any sort of rampage or lapse in judgement, such as wearing enchanted rings.

| {Secrets} |

• Dee has yet to tell her family she has been turned, and much of what she's told them about her new life is falsified.

| {Abilities} |

• Vampiric Boost - Dee, like other vampires, has supernatural strength, stamina, and agility, as well as having an accelerated healing rate.
• Empath - Since being turned, Dee has been able to pick up on the emotions of others, much easier than she had before. At times, she's even been able to influence them, but this occurs rarely and at random.

| {Limitations} |

• Sunlight, stakes, vervain - Being a vampire, Dee is weakened by all that a vampire would be weakened by.
• Rings - Since Dee has been turned so recently, she must constantly wear her ring to prevent any rampage. The idea of losing control of herself and hurting innocent people, much less the people she loves, is terrifying to her. Her paranoia leads her to wear enchanted rings. It is likely that her rings greatly limit her potential, but she's too afraid to take them off.

| {Personality} |

♦ Allocentric ♦ Escapist ♦ Outgoing ♦ Paranoid ♦

If Dee could make friends with everyone in the world, she would indubitably. Regardless of the impossibility of the task, she seems to try nevertheless. She's always willing to take her friends out to lunch, or to lend a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on. She wants to help everyone in any way that she can, as if she's trying to save the whole world one person at a time. Her persistent personality and social intuition makes it easy for her to connect with people from all circles of life.

Dee cares a lot, maybe even too much. Between working several jobs to help her mother keep her house, trying to hunt down her father's killer before they can return to NYC to finish off the rest of her family, and still trying to make friends and settle into Salem, Dee has had very little time for herself. She's barely had any time to adjust to her newfound supernatural identity, or pursue her dream of becoming an artist. Working herself so hard, she risks stretching herself too thin, but she rarely stops to think about her own needs.

| {Place of Origin} |

New York City

| {Background} |

Dee's parents' story sounds like something right out of a movie. Her mother had become a professor right out of schooling, working at a university in Salem. Her father, coming from a poor family, had turned to crime and violence as a means to survive. When Dee's parents met, it was more by accident than some destiny planned out by the universe. Her father had was being chased down by rival gang members, and had ducked into the mailroom of her mother's apartment to hide. What followed was an interaction more awkward than pleasant, but as the days passed, the pair found themselves running into each other more and more often. With the help of Dee's mother, her father turned his life around and fled the gang. The pair moved to New York to escape the years of violence Dee's father had roped himself into, and he eventually returned to school to become a doctor.

Four children later, Dee being the eldest, life seemed to be going steady for the Goldey's. Unfortunately, life has a terrible way of shaking up everything you know right as it all seems to settle into place. Since he'd fled his old gang, her father had been on their wanted list. When Dee and her family were out to dinner, their house had been broken into, and her father murdered. All that was left behind of the killers was a note promising they'd come back to finish the job. Dee quit her office job and tracked the killers back to Salem in a desperate attempt to save her family. She told them that she'd been transferred to another location, and within days she'd packed her bags and moved to Salem.

Realizing she had no chance of taking on notorious gang members on her own strength, Dee decided to be turned. Luckily, she was able to find a benevolent vampire, the only one who knows her true reason for coming to Salem. By the end of the week they'd made arrangements for her changing. Knowing there was no going back, but out of options to help her family, Dee took the bite. The next few days passed in a haze as she clung to life.

Currently, Dee juggles working ridiculous amounts of hours to send money back to her mother and trying to track down every gang member involved in her father's death. She hopes to become an artist at some point in her life, but in the past year has had barely any time to think about it.

| {Extra} |

For anyone interested in joining Dee on her quest to catch a killer, DM me on Discord.

[officaz]

Thank you so much... this is the information I understand you want.. thank you

Character pic
ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fișier:Ewan_McG…

STAN
youtube.com/watch?v=UQRmA2v2D9s

MAMA I'M COMING HOME
youtube.com/watch?v=zDYGRxL0V24

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
youtube.com/watch?v=qHFxncb1gRY

[Akayaofthemoon]

@officaz

Hey, your character needs to have a quote as well. I’ll fix these up for you in the meantime :)

[Akayaofthemoon]

@officaz

Okay, once you have the quote then it should be all set for the GM to review :)

[officaz]

Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.

[Akayaofthemoon]

@officaz

Alrighty! I edited the message above with the new information. Everything is ready to go in the hider. Let me know if you want anything fancy for the name header and I can see what I can do for you. It is just the basic coding required at the moment.

[officaz]

Nate Hewitt

Nate Hewitt

_{{ "Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.” }}
Stan || Mama I’m Coming Home || Stairway To Heaven

---

{Full Name} |

Nate Buchanan Hewitt

| {Nickname} |

Ass-biter
Count Smells-A-Lot

| {1925} |

March, Friday

| {Age} |

95-years old

| {Gender} |

Male

| {Sexuality} |

Heterosexual

| {Relationship Status} |

Single

| {Role} |

Vampire

| {Occupation} |

Crimes like petty theft and robbery

| {Face Claim} |

I think my guy would look like Ewan McGregor

| {Appearance} |

Nate is pale and boyish. He was inducted to the scene when he was 25, surrendering several months after his inductor finally convinced him that all of the savagery was necessary. His height is standard and he isn’t over weight. He wears sneakers or boots, and keeps his flesh concealed. His eyes may turn red or purple depending on his mood, like hungry or reminiscent. His hands or neck, have no scars. He’s a brunette that does his hair sportingly, or in other words most days. His nose is characteristically vampire, being medium-sized and a little pointed.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

Indecisiveness
Day dreaming
Licking his teeth

| {Hobbies} |

Readng
Watching TV
Internet surfing

| {Likes} |

Eating
Stephen King movies
Marijuana
Arts & Crafts
Fantasizing about what could have been
Volunteering at the hospital
Dressing stylishly

| {Dislikes} |

Stephen King books
Getting hustled
Losing three in a row
Being stolen from
Loud soundtrack music
Video games
Contemporary swag fashion

| {Fears} |

Werewolves
Fire
Some domestic animals

| {Secrets} |

Every day of his life is a secret. Sleeping in a coffin, floating around his abode like a vampire training to get into the space program, eating men and women and children and rats and roaches---totally unremorsefully. His definition of secret is life. However, he is a little perverted because he exchanges nudes with women over the internet entirely too much

| {Abilities} |

Superhuman strength with senses, gives him an aw-inspiring degree of physiological account, as well as heightened perceptual definition. Flight predominantly applies to detection and evasion; however one can use the ability move from one place to the next. Telepathy is the trait to hone in to other being’s minds. It can be used in a number of ways, not so spoken that since it is the active ingredient in seduction, any one can be placed under its influence.

| {Limitations} |

Having power itself can begin to be a burden, something some night stalkers get a kick out of. However, besides perpetrating small infractions, Nate is aware of limitations unless you look at his history. He could burn because of how his powers threw him right into the lonely loner status within his undead community.

| {Personality} |

♦ Humoring ♦ Murderous ♦ Sincere ♦ Confusing ♦

It was a good morning looking for most people, but the best he beset his weary eyes on was a casket that served as his bed He was returning to his fort There were bugs walking around, and the stench was a thing you had to chill with, until you realized the whole place smelled kind of like nothing but pure shit. He sat on his coach, which was a decorative addition Then, he browsed around and nothing was detected. He bent over and started to take his Reeboks off.

He took his hands and picked up both shoelaces and pulled them loose, but one was twisted and he replaced two fingers and unknotted. His socks came off next. He was wearing a Pittsburg Steelers shirt and a pack of black denim jeans. He took them off, everything but his purple jock underwear. He laid back for a moment. It was time to hit the sack. But, first he got up tiredly and went into his bathroom and flipped on the light bulk above the mirror. “My loyalty has often lied with me. I have had partners, but it dissipates. I am not godly. I have killed children. I do not struggle too much, because life is what you make of it. And my life taste life baked trouble pie. But, one day, I will lay my loyalties somewhere. Why? Why me.”

| {Place of Origin} |

Massachusetts

| {Background} |

Massachusetts, 1950, Nate is bit. But before he become a vampire talent, he made it to be 25 years old. He had a loving mom and father, and his family was normal. He liked playing sports, and that’s where he met the man who would seduce him. The man who thought his unique abilities and the rights he could afford the young man, the rights to roam the night…

He was on his way to his girlfriend’s house. His dad was driving him, and the whole he way his dad squawked. His dad did not want a grandson. Nate didn’t want a baby. The two were agreeable about it. So, when they pulled up at Tornado St, the street Lauren’s house was on, his dad did not say anything other than bye, and Nate waved him goodbye, too. He was looking at her window when he heard the car squelch and run off of the road. He ran back, but his dad was convulsing and died in a minute.

He jumped up after he placed the back of his father’s head in his arm. He jumped as high as a deer leaping over a broken tree trying to evade poachers could have. Immediately, lurking in the open sight of the neighborhood was some fellow he looked like he was insane dressed wearing a fedora and a hospital gown. He was even dancing. Nate, enraged and hyper vigilant, called out to him and told him he wanted the man’s name, that the man had killed his father. And the man who was thinking about a mad hatter shindig this evening only did a twirl, and then the crazy man was gone..

First responders arrived, and Nate and his girlfriend, and her family, provided all of the information to the authorities that they could. No one had seen him, heard him, or smelled him, whatever! There didn’t seem to be a “him.” For a while, every one was occupied. But, standing there with Lauren stoned a little; he was offered a ride home. Since his family’s car was registered as police evidence, he took it up and climbed in the car. There was police patrolling the area, so Lauren’s mom, Helen, stayed at home.

On their way back to Atlas Dr. is where it happened. Fast. They were near a candy and bread bakery outlet, and Nate rolled his window down and was not speaking, unlike his cabin mates. They were having a small discussion. They wanted to see if indirect therapy helped. It may have, but then the naked mad hatter swooped out of the darkness and ripped him out of the car. He threw him away.

Nate hit the dirt hard. And, he opened his eyes and saw the same jackass standing there. But, now, he had on regular clothing. The demonstrative vampire admitted that he was who murdered his father, and talked about destiny, and this and that. But his question was how Nate saw him. The 25-year old could not understand about it. And, that was it. The bloodsucker bit him, and said he would watch from the shadows. The nights events with Nate being hypnotized. He was no longer humane. He had a new way of life, and above all else he would not speak of any thing he witnessed.

And that was it. Nate hated himself some, but the creatures and monsters that combed through our fears had been around as long as man and none of them had ever returned to humanity.

[sempis]

[ edit ]
Oh shoot I thought I hadn't already posted my character ^-^''

[Lionhearted]

@Danvers
Great character! Just a reminder: Lexie is still a very young vampire, which I'm sure you already know since you made her and all_heheh. To clarify, is she 43 in age or is she 23? If she's 43, her thirst for blood won't be as apparent, but if she's 23 and only been a vampire for 3 years, she'll have a lot of adversities to face, i.e: the hard-to-resist thirst for blood, the ability to blend in with the humans and seem 'normal', her empowered strength/agility, as well as her new-found telepathy.

With her telepathy, I'll set some boundaries so that you know the boundaries and whatnot of them, that way you'll understand how to write it out better. So, this is very dependent on her age and her experiences. Regardless if she's 43 or 23, those ages will experience similar difficulty, the only changes probably being upon humans instead of supernatural beings. There will be a vast variety of minds that she's exposed to. Most of the thoughts she hears are people that don't have 'protected minds'. I would say that this is a common trait for hunters, but I think I should add variance and make it among regular people as well--so if they're just cautious people or guarded people, they'd have a certain resistance. The hunters, though, know all-too-well about the supernatural realm and it's different capabilities, so they will have resistances just below that of supernaturals themselves. With mastery she could hear the deeper turmoils/fears/desires of people and approaching on hearing them of lesser supernatural beings. With Mastery (if she gets there) the powers require great concentration on vampires of equal or higher footing (she can be detected by them), cannot be used against witches, and can be used on wolves but not the pack (while the pack is communicating through telepathy)

@sempis I believe I had Hoekage PM you about the changes to make!

ALSO~ I would like to formally announce in the OOC that @Hoekage is a Co-GM for this RP!

[Danvers]

@lionhearted thanks for the feedback!

Yeah she’s 23 not 43. Only been a vamp for a couple of years so I was thinking along the same lines

I think I ended up being quite vague with her telepathy as I wasn’t entirely sure how it would work with the supernaturals, so that all sounds good to me. I can make it more limited with humans too if you think that would be more suitable for her age? Should I change my CS to include all this?

Congrats Hoekage! :)

[Lionhearted]

@Danvers Ahhhh I see. Yeah, I would add all of that to her CS, that way you can refer back to it if need be!

I'm thinking that her telepathy can probably better bypass a mind that has been made vulnerable or stripped of it's barriers. So maybe these instances would occur when someone would drink a potion or something like that. This way she's still well within the playing field!

Let me know when you've added to the CS!

[sempis]

@Lionhearted

I think I'm going to have to drop this roleplay. I think I let myself fall behind in IC and I'm not sure I'll have the time to catch up and write decent posts for Dee. Thanks for understanding :)

[Lionhearted]

@Lionhearted

I think I'm going to have to drop this roleplay. I think I let myself fall behind in IC and I'm not sure I'll have the time to catch up and write decent posts for Dee. Thanks for understanding :)

@sempis

No worries!