[OOC] Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

[Ithradine]

@princess

Yes, the mother is the leader of the clan and will be an NPC

[princess]

@princess

Yes, the mother is the leader of the clan and will be an NPC

@Ithradine

Ah alright. You can move it to character tab.

[AtomicNut]

Still deciding what to play. But defo interested.

[Katthaj]

Oliver Alexson. NOT WIP ANYMORE :D!!!!

Oliver Alexson Codename Ghost 1-1

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》B a s i c s

Full name:Oliver Alexson
Age: 34
Date of Birth: 1985/04/04
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Gothenburg, Sweden

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 205cm
Weight: 95kg
Hair Color: Silver
Hair Length: Short straight undercut.
Skin Color: White
Eye Color: Green
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: Large Back tattoo that every SoL soldier needs to get after being accepted into the group. The tattoo is a skull looking like the helmet he has with the text Sons Of Loki above the skull and the text "In i mörkret marcherar vi" Which roughly translates to "Into the dark we march" under the skull. He also has a sleeve that he adds to every time someone in SoL dies.

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?:
Siblings' Status: 2 younger brothers, 25 and 30. Both in the Swedish military the youngest of the siblings is currently doing the tryouts for SOG while the older of the 2 younger brothers are on a mission somewhere in the north US hunting Werewolves with the American PMC "Blackwater Company" under the flag of SoT (Sons Of Thor) who specialise in shutting down large quantities of supernatural creatures.
Parents' Status: Both still alive. Dad working for Swedish Intelligence. Mom working in SÄPO (Swedish Security Service)
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 7
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 10 (if short term fling)

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ The thrill of the hunt.
✡ Challenging himself
✡ Short term flings

Dislikes:
✡ Hunters who work with Supernaturals.
✡ Not being able to control a situation
✡ Lazy people.

Hobbies:
✡ Target practice
✡ Shooting the shit with the other members of SoL
✡ Rolling around in the town looking for bars to pickup someone from or have a couple of drinks

Skills:
✡ Leadership is on par with the generals in WW1
✡ One of the best shots in the Swedish army
✡ Spec ops training. Meaning he has above-average speed, Physique and survival ability.


_{A younger Oliver.}

》P e r s o n a l i t y

Oliver is a really happy guy for having worked in the army for 16 years especially since 11 of those years were in a special ops group. When just getting into a conversation with someone though he usually puts up a facade to feel them out and then 1 - 2 hours in he usually comes out of the shell and starts opening up.

Since Oliver has been going through hardships since childhood he is hardened like a stone, he usually never breaks under pressure if the mental or physical damage is dealt to him but when it comes to damage to his team his weak. He feels an extreme need to defend anyone who comes under his command or even if he just knows them. He is the type of guy who jumps into a fight headfirst if one of his friends are in the middle of it.

Oliver has a tendency to find himself in alot of fights due to him being cocky. He has been known to recruit people from the SOG recruits by getting up in everyone face and seeing who stands up for themselves or for someone else. He also has a knack of getting a bit to tipsy and getting into bar fights.

》H i s t o r y

Oliver Alexson was born into a pagan family following the teachings of the old norse gods. He grew up with the stories of old and how the Ragnarök was upon us soon enough. When growing up Oliver had a knack of getting into fights at school he was marked as a violent youth and sent to military camp at the age of 15 by his parents to that he wouldn't get taken away from them by the state. In military camp he learned a lot about what the military does and his interest in joining it grew a lot. At 18 he started boot camp where he quickly got noticed by the higher ups for motivating his squad to wake up an hour early and go on an extra 1 hour run every morning. He was quickly moved to the position of squad lead for this initiative.

Five years after boot camp he tried out for SOG (Speciella Operations Gruppen) where he was accepted with flying colors. He was 23 at the time and was one of the youngest members of SOG. After “Special Leadership” training he got his own called Ghost 1-1 for their speciality of killing HVTs (High Value Targets) and then disappearing like they were never there.

When Oliver turned 28 he had been in SOG for 10 years and he got briefed on the supernatural problem in the world. He was given a choice, Accept the invitation to join a new group focusing on killing HVT supernaturals or sign an NDA and go back to his other life. Given a week to think on it he decided to join the group as the designated sniper. He has since then been hunting creatures he had only heard in stories that you tell young kids so they don't wander of into the woods alone.

After 2 years in SoL he got the chance to participate in the first experimentation, he was to be placed as the leader in Ghost 1 which is the first experimentation squad in SoL. They were to be injected with a special strain of DNA from a witch that had a possibility to step in and out of reality. But something went wrong in the experiment. The witch somehow transfered herself into the DNA strain and messed up the experiment. When the 20 test soldiers were injected with the DNA 5 of them started fading away while screaming in agony just turning into black smoke 5 of them were infested with the witch and their eyes turned black they were swiftly shot down by the guards in the room but 1 managed to fade away. The rest of the people came out of the Experiment having a new ability. They were able to fade into “the smoke” where they could sometimes hear the screams of the 5 soldiers that faded into smoke during the experiment. 2 months into the training of the 10 remaining soldiers 1 never returned from the smoke. He appeared 14 days later at the outskirts of the military complex a husk of his former self. He was put into a mental ward since what he saw disturbed him so much that he was close to offing himself when he tried to tell the informations officer what had happened to him, the information officer also noticed that he had black lines spreading up towards his throat and towards his eyes.

》G r o u p
Sons Of Loki. Contracted by Operation Humanity.

》P r e f e r r e d W e a p on (s)
✡ his Experimental Sako TRG-42.
✡ H&K MP5 K-PDW.
✡ His trusty Bayonet

》C o m b a t S k i l l s
✡ Never hesitates on pulling the trigger even if the target is a human
✡ Trained in pattern recognition and how to hide a pattern meaning he has above average knowledge on how to disappear into a crowd and hide in plain sight
✡ Trained in camouflage production meaning he can construct a makeshift Guille suit for any situation



》E x p e r i m e n t?
Can manipulate his own body to fade away into what he calls "The smoke" where everything is greyscaled and he can only interact with other people who are in the smoke, this means if someone is closing in on him he can disappear from one place and show up 1 - 15 meters away (If you have seen the show Cloak and Dagger its kind of like Cloaks ability to just fade away except its worse haha).

He can sometimes disappear into the smoke for days without being able to come back to the real world. This seems to be a side effect that every person with this ability has.
Being in the smoke is very hard on the body. For example if someone runs 10 meters in the smoke it feels like running 100 meters with 20kg weights on his ankles.
He has noticed black lines spreading from his heart if he uses it too much in a day. Too much in a day usually means 3 - 4 times.
He cant walk through objects unless they are only made out of wood.

》W e a k n e s s e s
✡ Has a knack for girls with blonde/Silver hair and could easily be seduced by one.
✡ Addicted to adrenaline rushes meaning he is very prone to unnecessarily risking his life to get the rush.
✡ Will shut down completely if a soldier from his squad gets killed or badly hurt.

[AtomicNut]

Doggy Chef

Lupin Chevrolet

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》B a s i c s

Full name:Lupin Jean Chevrolet
Age:122
Date of Birth:January 4th, 1896
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Langres, France
》A p p e a r a n c e
Height:170 cm
Weight:54kg
Hair Color: Graying, originally Black
Hair Length: Short and cropped
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Golden
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None
Detail your werewolf form: His Werewolf form shows the same graying fur as his normal self, otherwise nondescript.

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality:Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower
Any pre-determined friends?: WIP
Siblings' Status: Dead
Parents' Status: Dead
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?:9 - Lupin is rather friendly...
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:1 - ...But his private life is another matter...

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Hearty Foods
✡ Fine Wine
✡ The Forests
✡ Good stories
✡ Farmers
✡ Discipline

Dislikes:
✡ War
✡ Might Makes Right
✡ Cruelty
✡ Deep Frying
✡ Silver Cutlery
✡ Pride

Hobbies:
✡ Hunting
✡ Cooking
✡ Reading
✡ Wood Carving
✡ Teaching

Skills:

✡ Iron Will - Come hell or thunder, he will not cower before anything, be artillery or monsters. Not even grievous wounds. His discipline is so intense he is capable of grabbing silver in his claws and shattering it (at the expense of burns). He also has good control of his wolf form, on par with a pureblood as a result.
✡ Marksmanship - After suffering on the receiving end of sniper warfare during his stint as soldier in WWI, Lupin has taken to himself to learn the deadly discipline of sniping to heart. It also offers the bonus of fresher and cleaner kills when hunting.
✡ Gourmet - Years of refining his taste and smell make him be able to discern the most subtle hints in food, which helps his cooking
✡ Military Training - He's an ex-soldier, baptised in fire, and he knows his craft well.
✡ Tracking - Years of hunting prey in the forest made him a superb tracker.

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

Lupin is often a man of simple aspirations and goals, wreathed in world wisdom whom he is eager to share, and always willing to soothe the weary with his words and food. A stoic individual who aspires to be a man of Aristotelian virtue, he rarely chooses to take confrontation stances, and prefers to appease rather than fight. While many scoff this as sign of weakness, those who know Lupin better often tell that it's easy to confuse his restrain for cowardice. Those who are the closest to him have heard glimpses of his past life. A past matted with so much blood, violence and madness that drove the poor man sick of it all. His smile, in the end, betrays a deep sorrow at the blows received in life which he never quite recovered from.

His hobbies are fairly mundane and down to earth. Hunting and cooking, part of the cycle of living beings, are two things he likes to do and perform with care. Doing a sloppy work is a disservice to the lives sacrificed for nourishment. In a sense, he's quite cynical about the fact the world is full of killing, and it will never stop as long as people and supernatural creatures draw breath, but that doesn't mean one has to get drunk on it. Moderation is the key.

Rarely, someone who doesn't stop at the warnings he kindly dispatches, draws his ire. In those few instances he deems violent action to be a necessary deed, he's outright unrelenting, because if one has to do something that he doesn't like, better being so throughout it won't be needed twice.

》H i s t o r y

Lupin was born near a forested area of France. His family took the fact that there had been a wolf attack to livestock and his clear golden eyes as a sign to choose his name (for Lupin means "related to wolf"). While he experienced some amount of bullying due to some ill-fated naming, young Lupin had a relative normal childhood. He liked particularly going into the woods to think and find himself at peace.

The young boy grew into a young man of humble virtue, and as a teenager he had a sighting of a misterious red-haired waif in the forest, washing her face by a nearby stream. While the first encounter didn't last long, it had a lasting impact, and both teenagers eventually would meet in the same clearing to talk, chat and just in general laze and goof around. Her name was Claire, and she had a gentle demeanour, albeit a bit clueless about the whole world. Lupin found it all charming, that and her mystery. He never knew which family of the town she belonged to, but she was certainly eye-catching.

Yet the gears of the world do not stop. Days after he proposed to her with a bouquet of flowers from the forest, the duty of the country called. The War to end all Wars, they called it. He was drafted and shipped, and landed in a certain stretch of trenches which apparently was not that active at first... The name: Verdun.

Lupin's memories are a vague haze of the madness that followed. Constant fire, rains, wounds, disease. New and terrible weapons. Losing barely known faces to gunfire. Becoming wounded. Becoming maimed. All for a small muddy stretch of ruined soil. This... this was the madness of the world at its finest. Lupin braced himself, and with no small amount of luck, managed to outlive the offensive. It came at a terrible cost. He would never walk. One of his eyes would forever be clouded. His innards ruined, and his left arm crippled as well. More like a man, he was half of it.

But he yearned, he clung onto hope he'd see his sweet Claire once again. And so he did. Claire didn't look like she had aged much, but he looked a different person altogether. Broken in tears, Claire was aghast. How could anyone be so wickedly cruel, she did not understand.

"It's the way of the world. Nothing we can do about it." Lupin said, full of sadness. It was the last straw. Claire's will broke, and the truth gushed forth like a flood in between sobs. She confessed what she was in truth, and how she had missed him, and in the end, she gritted her teeth and gave him the curse, so he could walk and embrace her once more, consequences be damned.

He spent a fair amount of time bedridden, pain like fire searing his now regenerating parts. Eventually he managed to muster enough strength to walk. He was drawn by an unseen call to the forest. He understood this was probably his inner beast reacting to something. The alpha was calling, he surmised. And he'd answer.

What awaited him was the mangled corpse of his beloved, her face savaged beyond reason, and innards split open, while her dainty figure was nailed to a thick tree. Lupin roared and howled, unable to contain the grief and anger. A voice came from the forest.

"This was her punishment for breaking our oath of secrecy and turning a cripple into kin. What a disappointment of a daughter. But I will offer you a chance. Kneel and you will be spared." said the mysterious, bestial being.

"Never." Lupin was beyond reason, and even if the alpha's powerful mind and attraction tried to restrain his judgement, he managed to shrug it off.

"Then your life and that of your closest of kin will be forfeit." An eerie farewell followed. But deep in Lupin's mind, the fires of hatred and revenge burned bright. He reached his own home, and without any second to waste, he burnt his own hands by manipulating every single silverware he could find and turn it into silver weapons. Without saying a word, he weighted his weapons, and fortified his home against the entire pack of werewolves.

Entry points were trapped with wire. Stakes with silver tips were placed in booby traps. The keen senses of the werebeasts allowed them to overcome some, but as soon as they broke a door, Lupin's guns opened fire on the beasts, causing them swift death. In the end, only the Alpha remained, who launched a desperate attack at him, fueled by rage and pride.

But rage and pride did not stop a gun aimed at his face. Lupin was swift, he was brutal, and he was throughout. His relation with the creatures exposed, he packed up and migrated to a new place, in order to quell the ghosts of his mind. Only the forests and cooking seemed to soothe his scarred mind, so he settled to create a restaurant. Little by little life came back into his soul, and he relocated with his new food processing skills to Ember Grove, where he hoped to create a small refuge against the madness of the world.

A refuge known as Clair de Lune, paying an homage to the one woman he truly loved in his life.

Quote:

"It's a tough and mad world. We gotta keep our heads cool and above the madness, don't you think?"

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》P a c k
None currently.

》P u r e b l o o d?
He is an Omega, although he has resisted the allure of at least one Alpha and killed him.

[princess]

Doggy Chef

Lupin Chevrolet

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》B a s i c s

Full name:Lupin Jean Chevrolet
Age:122
Date of Birth:January 4th, 1896
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Langres, France
》A p p e a r a n c e
Height:170 cm
Weight:54kg
Hair Color: Graying, originally Black
Hair Length: Short and cropped
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Golden
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None
Detail your werewolf form: His Werewolf form shows the same graying fur as his normal self, otherwise nondescript.

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality:Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower
Any pre-determined friends?: WIP
Siblings' Status: Dead
Parents' Status: Dead
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?:9 - Lupin is rather friendly...
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:1 - ...But his private life is another matter...

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Hearty Foods
✡ Fine Wine
✡ The Forests
✡ Good stories
✡ Farmers
✡ Discipline

Dislikes:
✡ War
✡ Might Makes Right
✡ Cruelty
✡ Deep Frying
✡ Silver Cutlery
✡ Pride

Hobbies:
✡ Hunting
✡ Cooking
✡ Reading
✡ Wood Carving
✡ Teaching

Skills:

✡ Iron Will - Come hell or thunder, he will not cower before anything, be artillery or monsters. Not even grievous wounds. His discipline is so intense he is capable of grabbing silver in his claws and shattering it (at the expense of burns). He also has good control of his wolf form, on par with a pureblood as a result.
✡ Marksmanship - After suffering on the receiving end of sniper warfare during his stint as soldier in WWI, Lupin has taken to himself to learn the deadly discipline of sniping to heart. It also offers the bonus of fresher and cleaner kills when hunting.
✡ Gourmet - Years of refining his taste and smell make him be able to discern the most subtle hints in food, which helps his cooking
✡ Military Training - He's an ex-soldier, baptised in fire, and he knows his craft well.
✡ Tracking - Years of hunting prey in the forest made him a superb tracker.

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

Lupin is often a man of simple aspirations and goals, wreathed in world wisdom whom he is eager to share, and always willing to soothe the weary with his words and food. A stoic individual who aspires to be a man of Aristotelian virtue, he rarely chooses to take confrontation stances, and prefers to appease rather than fight. While many scoff this as sign of weakness, those who know Lupin better often tell that it's easy to confuse his restrain for cowardice. Those who are the closest to him have heard glimpses of his past life. A past matted with so much blood, violence and madness that drove the poor man sick of it all. His smile, in the end, betrays a deep sorrow at the blows received in life which he never quite recovered from.

His hobbies are fairly mundane and down to earth. Hunting and cooking, part of the cycle of living beings, are two things he likes to do and perform with care. Doing a sloppy work is a disservice to the lives sacrificed for nourishment. In a sense, he's quite cynical about the fact the world is full of killing, and it will never stop as long as people and supernatural creatures draw breath, but that doesn't mean one has to get drunk on it. Moderation is the key.

Rarely, someone who doesn't stop at the warnings he kindly dispatches, draws his ire. In those few instances he deems violent action to be a necessary deed, he's outright unrelenting, because if one has to do something that he doesn't like, better being so throughout it won't be needed twice.

》H i s t o r y

Lupin was born near a forested area of France. His family took the fact that there had been a wolf attack to livestock and his clear golden eyes as a sign to choose his name (for Lupin means "related to wolf"). While he experienced some amount of bullying due to some ill-fated naming, young Lupin had a relative normal childhood. He liked particularly going into the woods to think and find himself at peace.

The young boy grew into a young man of humble virtue, and as a teenager he had a sighting of a misterious red-haired waif in the forest, washing her face by a nearby stream. While the first encounter didn't last long, it had a lasting impact, and both teenagers eventually would meet in the same clearing to talk, chat and just in general laze and goof around. Her name was Claire, and she had a gentle demeanour, albeit a bit clueless about the whole world. Lupin found it all charming, that and her mystery. He never knew which family of the town she belonged to, but she was certainly eye-catching.

Yet the gears of the world do not stop. Days after he proposed to her with a bouquet of flowers from the forest, the duty of the country called. The War to end all Wars, they called it. He was drafted and shipped, and landed in a certain stretch of trenches which apparently was not that active at first... The name: Verdun.

Lupin's memories are a vague haze of the madness that followed. Constant fire, rains, wounds, disease. New and terrible weapons. Losing barely known faces to gunfire. Becoming wounded. Becoming maimed. All for a small muddy stretch of ruined soil. This... this was the madness of the world at its finest. Lupin braced himself, and with no small amount of luck, managed to outlive the offensive. It came at a terrible cost. He would never walk. One of his eyes would forever be clouded. His innards ruined, and his left arm crippled as well. More like a man, he was half of it.

But he yearned, he clung onto hope he'd see his sweet Claire once again. And so he did. Claire didn't look like she had aged much, but he looked a different person altogether. Broken in tears, Claire was aghast. How could anyone be so wickedly cruel, she did not understand.

"It's the way of the world. Nothing we can do about it." Lupin said, full of sadness. It was the last straw. Claire's will broke, and the truth gushed forth like a flood in between sobs. She confessed what she was in truth, and how she had missed him, and in the end, she gritted her teeth and gave him the curse, so he could walk and embrace her once more, consequences be damned.

He spent a fair amount of time bedridden, pain like fire searing his now regenerating parts. Eventually he managed to muster enough strength to walk. He was drawn by an unseen call to the forest. He understood this was probably his inner beast reacting to something. The alpha was calling, he surmised. And he'd answer.

What awaited him was the mangled corpse of his beloved, her face savaged beyond reason, and innards split open, while her dainty figure was nailed to a thick tree. Lupin roared and howled, unable to contain the grief and anger. A voice came from the forest.

"This was her punishment for breaking our oath of secrecy and turning a cripple into kin. What a disappointment of a daughter. But I will offer you a chance. Kneel and you will be spared." said the mysterious, bestial being.

"Never." Lupin was beyond reason, and even if the alpha's powerful mind and attraction tried to restrain his judgement, he managed to shrug it off.

"Then your life and that of your closest of kin will be forfeit." An eerie farewell followed. But deep in Lupin's mind, the fires of hatred and revenge burned bright. He reached his own home, and without any second to waste, he burnt his own hands by manipulating every single silverware he could find and turn it into silver weapons. Without saying a word, he weighted his weapons, and fortified his home against the entire pack of werewolves.

Entry points were trapped with wire. Stakes with silver tips were placed in booby traps. The keen senses of the werebeasts allowed them to overcome some, but as soon as they broke a door, Lupin's guns opened fire on the beasts, causing them swift death. In the end, only the Alpha remained, who launched a desperate attack at him, fueled by rage and pride.

But rage and pride did not stop a gun aimed at his face. Lupin was swift, he was brutal, and he was throughout. His relation with the creatures exposed, he packed up and migrated to a new place, in order to quell the ghosts of his mind. Only the forests and cooking seemed to soothe his scarred mind, so he settled to create a restaurant. Little by little life came back into his soul, and he relocated with his new food processing skills to Ember Grove, where he hoped to create a small refuge against the madness of the world.

A refuge known as Clair de Lune, paying an homage to the one woman he truly loved in his life.

Quote:

"It's a tough and mad world. We gotta keep our heads cool and above the madness, don't you think?"

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》P a c k
None currently.

》P u r e b l o o d?
He killed his Alpha, so I guess that makes him one too?

@AtomicNut

Good job. I like his character. FunnyGuy does too. We just think he might be an omega since you probably have to kill an alpha in wolf form for you to succeed him. It's gotta be a respect thing. Fix that and put it in character tab ^^

[AtomicNut]

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Good job. I like his character. FunnyGuy does too. We just think he might be an omega since you probably have to kill an alpha in wolf form for you to succeed him. It's gotta be a respect thing. Fix that and put it in character tab ^^

@princess

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[Raistlin Majere]

How come the hunters are looking scarier than the monsters?

[Tae]

Because they've been brainwashed to think the monsters are worse than they actually are hehe. Who are the real monsters >:P?

[Ithradine]

Here is vampire mafia clan:

Sinclaire Foundation

Leader: Catherine Sinclaire

How radical from 1 to 10: 7

History:

The Sinclaire Clan was founded by Catherine Sinclaire and her sister Isabella following the end of the hundred years' war in France. Catherine saw great opportunity to exploit the existing criminal elements of humanity to further her personal goals while also providing security and sustenance for her followers. Like many of the empires of Europe, the Sinclaire clan found the continent of Africa ripe for the taking. Sinclaire slave ships abducted countless natives from their lands to feed their ever growing numbers. As time went on, the Sinclaire went on to provide this service for other clans as well. Human trafficking was not the only enterprise the Sinclaire clan had its hands in. As time went on, the Sinclaire clan engaged in drug trafficking, prostitution, assassinations, theft, and eventually cyber-crimes. Each expansion of their criminal enterprise gave them another tool in which to control and manipulate the humans from which they fed.

A large, unknown Chateau in the countryside of France stands as the symbolic headquarters of the Sinclaire Clan. The actual headquarters is situated deep under the grounds in a series of tunnels and large rooms with enough protection to shield the inhabitants from several nuclear explosions. Beyond a small number of vampire and human servants, the majority of the Sinclaire clan are scattered across the world working in small cells to control their vast criminal empire, simply named the Sinclaire Foundation. Meticulous steps and strict rules are in place to prevent mortals from discovering the connection between the criminal empire and its association with vampires. Trust is thus rarely given and loyalty is seen as the most crucial attribute for a Sinclaire. Each member must be willing and ready to end their own lives if it threatens the clan. Its actual members include a little over 3,200 vampires with a large number of human thralls and lackeys. Humans who show their loyalty through decades of service are given the option to become vampires themselves.

There is no better intelligence agency in the world than the Sinclaire Foundation. They possess archives of information about countries, people, and organizations around the world that may prove a threat to them, including those that are supernatural. This information is most often used against humans to blackmail them into doing what the clans want, or carefully manipulating events from the shadows in their benefit. Within the Sinclaire clan exist a group of vampire assassins that serve to abduct or execute persons of interest or value to the Sinclaire clan. These warriors are hand-picked by Catherine and trained against her personally to ensure their effectiveness. For the Sinclaire clan, the ends justify the means.

Goals:

Control humans and their governments through criminal enterprises. Establish a legal market where humans can sell their blood to vampires.

Let me know if its okay or needs some changes!

[AtomicNut]

Because they've been brainwashed to think the monsters are worse than they actually are hehe. Who are the real monsters >:P?

@Tae

Well to be honest, monsters and all, they did not flat out invented mass destruction weapons... so in a sense, humans are the real monsters.

[Tae]

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Well to be honest, monsters and all, they did not flat out invented mass destruction weapons... so in a sense, humans are the real monsters.

@AtomicNut

Precisely my point :P.

[Raistlin Majere]

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I've got a basic idea for a werewolf character now. Will do my best to get a CS up by late tonight.

[Tae]

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I've got a basic idea for a werewolf character now. Will do my best to get a CS up by late tonight.

@Raistlin Majere

Haha that's exactly the song I was singing in my head when I posted that

[jetipster]

Witch

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Felix Belleville
Age: 28
Date of Birth: 18/08/92
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: London, UK

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6’ 1 1/2”.
Weight: 15 stone.
Hair Color: Brunette.
Hair Length: Short.
Skin Color: Caucasian.
Eye Color: Green/grey.
Tattoos, Piercings, etc. e.g., skin markings: The Belleville mark

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: tbc
Siblings' Status: Only child.
Parents' Status: Deceased.
Pets: Like all Belleville, Felix has a matagot called Reine.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 8
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 8

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Nature and the outdoors
✡ Swimming
✡ Books
✡ Chick-flicks
✡ Cats
✡ Chocolate
✡ A drink… or two… fine! A few.
✡ Adventure and exploration
Dislikes:✡ The cold
✡ Politics (both human and supernatural)
✡ Hunters
✡ Private collectors
✡ Ember Grove...
Hobbies:✡ Swimming
✡ Travelling
✡ Reading
✡ Gardening
✡ Baking
Skills:
✡ Green Fingered - Felix has a way with plants and has always outperformed his peers at plant-based spells.
✡ Hereditary Healing - The Lessoins bloodline is a lesser branch of the Éclairé family tree and descends mostly from European kitchen witches and folk healers.
✡ A Way with Wards - The Lessoins line strategically intermarried with the Boucliers, powerful ward warlocks to become the Belleville family. Their combined talents of healing and shielding made the family, the traditional guardians of the Éclairé estate.

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
A loved and happy-go-lucky child, Felix has changed in recent months. His upbringing lead to a worldly curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. He was a confident but polite boy able to charm many and older witch with a smile and dimples. His education in England also provided a chance for him to let go and experience getting lost in the Scottish Highlands, finding many underground London bars and waking up in the bed of many a random guy.

This more carefree side became a persona Felix loved and led to his current situation. However, the darkness from his parents’ deaths and the unsaid implications grip his gut and lurk in the shadows of his mind. The trusting open book from before has gone and the quest to discover the truth behind his coven is consuming. He’s no longer the happy carefree Felix inside, but you’d never notice because, whilst never the best at illusion spells, he never lets his facade down.

》H i s t o r y
Born to Marie and Christopher Belleville, Felix was sent to Europe at an early age as tradition dictated. He was sent to England, as his father was, learning many hedge witch magicks and gaining real insight into inter-coven politics. As a Belleville he was expected to study finance or biochemistry to ultimately work home in Baton Rouge and protect the archives, but Felix had other ideas after travelling all around the UK. Studying anthropology and geography m to feed his passion for travel, he had his heart set on becoming a seeker, not an archivist. What could be better than travelling the world in search of knowledge?

Coming out as gay was never an issue in the witch community but against his mother’s wishes, Felix began a tour of Europe post-university. The rift was only healed when his father brokered an agreement that Felix could start seeking if only he returned to England to complete his teacher training to give him a profession he could travel with. Felix did so with enthusiasm and has relished the last 5 years travelling the globe and assisting his mother and father with their own pet projects as well as his own seeking. Yet that all came to a halt 6 months ago.

Both planes carrying his parents on their way to visit him disappeared into the ocean. This caused Felix to breakdown and retreat into his family home back in BR. It was there, sorting through his parents’ extensive collection that he discovered the truth behind his mother’s research. Certain elements within the coven had been using her research into combining biothaumaturgy and modern science to experiment in creating chimera and homunculi. Appalled at the revelation, his parents were on their way to Switzerland to petition the All Mother, when the tragedy struck. Felix’s initial suspicion had been directed at either vampires, werewolves or more likely hunters, but suddenly he found himself no longer able to trust his own coven.

His suspicions were all but confirmed when he was ‘promoted’ to lead his own archivist mission to chronicle the history of an unknown town in Carolina. So now he finds himself as a High School geography teacher and secret warlock in Ember Grove.

Colour Code: FFD700

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Le Coven Éclairé

Leader: Madame Charbonneau, High Witch and Matriarch of Le Coven Éclairé

How radical 1 to 10: 1

History: Originally from Western Europe, the Enlightened Coven have always been at odds with other covens for their progressive approach to survival. With a matrilineal ability of clairvoyance As with many other covens, the extended Éclairé family had an extended network across the known ‘Western World’ from the 14th Century onwards, however, rather than adopt secrecy and seclusion, they used their estate and position to hide in plain sight. From Japan to India, Siberia to the Congo, Scandinavia to the Middle East the family used crusades, colonialism and exploration to their advantage in their endless thirst for knowledge to create an enviable collection of magicks that soon became host to other travelling witches and warlocks.

They then embraced their namesake, riding the waves of the Age Enlightenment with a view of progress. However, the tide of politics was against them and whilst many covens fell under the radar of revolution, their’s did not. Few of the Éclairés or their library and collection survived by the turn of the 19th Century. Yet one arm of the family existed having settled in La Nouvelle-Orléans to manage the coven’s interest in the New World.

The family continued their work into collating magickal knowledge from around the New World but also had the new missions of ensuring the continuation of their coven and restoration of their lost archives. Under a variety of new surnames, the family survived their second revolution, secretly supported the underground railroad and moved to Baton Rouge when it became state capital to escape the sinful association of New Orleans. Their clairvoyance, although now rarer, helped throughout the centuries in continuing to build wealth and safe houses across the globe.

Now in the 21st Century, they have a strong presence across the southern states, the Caribbean and Eastern Canada. Whilst not one of the oldest, largest, most influential or powerful covens, Le Coven Éclairé is respected by many of their peers due to their extensive knowledge, record keeping and re-established archive. The family send their young witches and warlocks to grow up and study in Europe, fostering them with other covens in return for access to their archives and magicks.

Much of the coven now consists of qualified academics completely ingratiated into human life, enabling them to travel the globe unquestioned and provide access to otherwise hidden, forbidden or restricted collections in their continued search for both new and old magicks. Whilst ambitious for knowledge the coven has very strict regulations on experimental and dark magicks with a zero-tolerance ex-communication stance for any studies unsanctioned by the matriarchy.

》Goals: Continue to further the secure archiving of magickal knowledge to avoid their history repeating itself.

[princess]

We are NOT accepting more vampire clans but we do need vampires to join them!!

[Tae]

Here Comes Trouble

Theme Song || Trouble by CRMNL

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Rosemary Adeline Leblanc
Age: 23
Date of Birth: October 31st, 1996
Gender: Female
Where are you from?:Grew up in Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’4
Weight: 108 lbs
Hair Color: Silvery lavender
Hair Length: Just below shoulder blades
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Chocolate brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:
Septum piercing
Tongue piercing
Five piercings on right ear and three on left
Belly button piercing
Tattoo One
Tattoo Two
Tattoo Three

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: It’s complicated
Any pre-determined friends?:
Siblings' Status: Twin sister, Violet Leblanc, alive
Parents' Status: Mother, Misty Leblanc, deceased
Father, Seth Leblanc, alive
Pets: A panda pied ball python named Monty
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 5
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:7

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Piercings
✡ Tattoos
✡ Magic
✡ Winter
✡ Beanies
✡ The color black
✡ Changing her hair color
✡ Drinking
✡ Picking fights
Dislikes:.
✡ Keeping secrets from her sister
✡ Hot weather
✡ Dresses
✡ Holy Saviors
✡ Vodka
✡ France
✡ Being used
✡ Arrogant people
Hobbies:
✡ Video games
✡ Drinking
✡ Music
✡ Singing
✡ Drawing
✡ Dark magic
Skills:
✡ Illusion magic
✡ Fighting dirty
✡ Running
✡ Arguing
✡ Dark magic

》P e r s o n a l i t y
As a young girl, Rose was a very bubbly and happy person who loved to converse with everyone. She was also loud and fearless, not afraid to speak her mind. She didn’t like anyone who would pick on her or her sister and she always made that knows. She never had an issue calling people out on things and this often times could cause her some trouble. It was rare, however, that you ever saw her without a smile on her face. That is until they lost their mother when they were 12, then everything changed.

Rose was definitely closest to their mother and her loss sent her into a downward spiral. While she was still loud and fearless, she took on some darker qualities. She would easily become angry and often would pick fights with anyone and everyone. She was even involved in some fist fights when they were sent to study in Paris. She still showed a bit of a protective nature over her sister, but there were times that she’d even get into arguments with her. She seemed to try and shut her sister out a bit as well, but little did Violet know it was for her own protection. Rose had become involved with a young, small group of witches and warlocks while studying in Paris who urged her to mess around with the dark arts. They told her that she could potentially learn how to bring her mother back and that was more than enough for her to throw aside all the warnings she’d had growing up about the dark arts. She tried to keep things as secret as possible, but she couldn’t hide the change in her personality. Thankfully most just blamed it on the loss of her mother.

Now Rose rarely ever smiles, she’s rather violent, and is slowly shutting everyone out of her life. She’s also become an incessant liar and manipulator. She carries a very gloomy air about her and if asked about it she refuses to speak, often even getting angry at the person.

》H i s t o r y
Rosemary and Violet were born to Misty and Seth Leblanc on the eve of Halloween in 1996. Both parents were witches and a part of Le Coven Éclairé and having a set of twins on such a special day was viewed as a good omen by them. They were also the only children the couple would have and they loved them dearly. They were raised in a well off family and were given anything they would ever want. Both girls were very close through childhood, despite seeming to be opposite in quite a few ways. Where Violet was more of a girly girl, Rose proved to be quite the tomboy. Violet would be dressed in pretty bows and frilly dresses while Rose was dressed in jeans and liked to play outside in the mud. She ran with the boys, could easily beat them in a race, loved having belching competitions, and enjoyed hunting for bugs.

Growing up the girls found that they had a couple innate abilities thanks to being twin witches. They had mild telepathy only with one another and could also sense the others emotions, though it was most prominent when one was in trouble. They also found that when they would cast spells they were stronger casting them together. This caused them to learn all their magic together, whether they wanted to or not. Rose really enjoyed magic and found that her favorite things to learn were illusion type spells. Her favorite basic spell she ever learned was the Cloaking spell as she liked to see how stealthy she could be.

When the girls turned 12 years old they lost their mother thanks to the Holy Saviours and it sent young Rose into a downward spiral. She refused to come out of her room for weeks afterwards and she shut out both Violet and her father. Finally, after worrying about the threat of the Holy Saviours and wishing for the girls to learn more magic, Seth decided to send them off to Paris, France to learn magic with a large coven there. It forced Rose out of her room and to be a bit more social, however the depression was evident there. All Seth could hope for was that maybe between Violet and some new friends it would pull Rose out of her funk. What Seth didn’t expect was for Rose to become friends with some not so savoury kids.

Just when Rose was starting to open up to Violet again, she met Damien and his group of witches and warlocks. They were the troublemakers as the older witches put it, but none realised how much trouble they were. What started off with skipping classes and pulling pranks on others in the coven turned into a toxic romance and a secret dabbling in the dark arts. Rose and Damien began dating, but she didn’t see how controlling and abusive he was. If that wasn’t bad enough, he soon convinced her that practicing dark magic could possibly bring her mother back. That was enough for her to start looking into it even though she knew it was wrong. She did keep some wits about her and refused to practice it every single day, fearing what would happen if she were to get caught. It still began changing her, however, as her violent tendencies became more and more prominent. She began getting in physical fights more often and dark thoughts would fill her head.

Damien began using and abusing her more and more as well, asking her help with things she wasn’t comfortable with. When she would protest, however, he would threaten to harm Violet. Out of fear for her sister, she would agree to help him with things. She was thankful when their time in Paris ended and they were to go back as she hoped it would be her freedom from Damien and the relationship, however the practicing of dark arts was something hard to give up as it was like a drug. It was taking its toll and although she desperately wanted to stop, it was proving to be more difficult than she’d thought. It was like a drug and she was an addict.

》C o v e n
Le Coven Éclairé

》S k i l l L e v e l
Intermediate

》S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n
✡ Thanks to being a twin, Rose has the ability to communicate with her twin through telepathy without having to chant anything. This works best when they are near each other. They also have the ability to sense the others emotions, but it works best in sensing if one is in danger.
✡ Rose excels in the Cloaking spell and uses it often to sneak out at night.
✡ Shapeshifting and Curses/Hexes are also something she excels at, however she’s trying to break her habit of using dark arts out of fear of it changing her terribly or bringing harm to her sister because of it.

[Helo]

Top Dog

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Liam Donovan
Age: 33
Date of Birth: 12/13/1986
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Las Vegas

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6’2
Weight: 185lbs
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length:Short
Skin Color: Light tan
Eye Color: Light brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:
left sleeve
right sleeve
back right shoulder
Detail your werewolf form: In his werewolf form Liam stands just under 7', with bright red eyes, a large muscular build, and teeth and claws sharper than any knife.

werewolf form

Theme Song

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: Older Brother, deceased
Parents' Status: Mother, dead. Never met his father.
Pets: none
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 10/10 for a fling, 4/10 for anything requiring commitment

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Bourbon, well just about any alcohol really but bourbons always been a favorite
✡ Thrill seeking, anything to give him that surge of adrenalin, barroom brawls, ridiculously spicy food, crazy roller coasters, gambling, and most of all…
✡ Motorcycles, his baby and one true love is his bike and the freedom of an open rode
✡ The great outdoors, a love of just about any outdoor activity, hiking, camping, kayaking, hunting, running free as werewolf under the moonlight
✡ Adventure, seeing new places, trying new things, meeting new people

Dislikes:
✡ Confinement
✡ Vampires, scum of the earth
✡ Cats, and they hate him too
✡ Boredom and Stagnation
✡ Being alone

Fears:
✡ Death by silver
✡ Failing the pack
✡ Loss of freedom

Skills:
✡ Werewolf, as an Alpha wolf he is strong, fast, and maintains a heightened sense of smell and awareness even in his human form. In his werewolf form these strengths are only intensified.
✡ Good at fixing things, has worked on and off throughout his life as a mechanic
✡ Combat training, some from his time in the army and a great deal more on the streets

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

Liam has always had a hunger for adventure, having grown up moving around so often he now gets anxious when he’s been in one place for too long. One thing Liam hates, almost as much as vampires, is boredom. He has always been a thrill seeker looking for a rush of adrenalin and has very little patience for anything that’s not immediately exciting or fun. He’s got a quick temper, and enjoys a good brawl, but if the argument isn’t all that serious once he’s had a good fight, he tends to get over things pretty quickly but for more serious slights he can hold a grudge for eternity. He’s loud, confident, and friendly towards most. While he sees werewolves as far superior to humans, he doesn’t harbor any ill will towards them, most of them are quite fun to be around after all.

Becoming a werewolf and then an Alpha changed him considerably, for most of his life he’d only had to worry about himself but Liam has grown to become much more selfless. He has never questioned his loyalty to pack and fellow wolf, they immediately became more of a family to him than he’d ever had before. To those who have his loyalty and respect he would go to hell and back for, but should anyone break that trust they would likely never regain it. To those on his good side he is warm and friendly, and this demeanor carries over to most strangers as well. Those that cross him, however, are subjected to the rage and brutality of the beast within. Liam is ruthless towards his enemies especially those who threaten his pack. Mercy is not something one can show in times of war, and with werewolf existence threatened on so many fronts they are all in a constant war just to survive. Liam never sought out leadership, being an Alpha was something that was thrust upon him, but it is a responsibility he accepted, and the one thing he takes absolutely seriously. He carries the burden of every death within his pack, every loss is like the loss of a brother or sister.

Although Liam is a prideful man, when it comes to pack matters he will always listen to any input the others provide. He doesn’t believe in forcing another to his will but those who abandon the pack are not welcomed back. He believes in hard work, training, and values strength in himself and those around him but balances this with blowing off steam whenever possible. While he wants his pack strong, he also wants them happy, morale is just as important as training. Liam looks at the world with a sense of extreme optimism, believing that with enough good wolves at his side they can accomplish anything.

》H i s t o r y

Liam was born in the city of sin, Las Vegas, the second son to poor working mother with a father who was never in the picture. Young Liam never had a chance to really indulge in the city’s vices though, as at the age of seven his mother died of an overdose and he had his older brother were sent to live with his mother’s brother in Alaska. His uncle raised and trained sled dogs and he and Jack, his older brother by three years, had a great time exploring the forests and getting into to trouble. After about five years his uncle decided raising kids wasn’t really his thing and the two boys bounced around through the various homes of relatives that would have them until eventually, they ran out of those and ended up in foster care. Liam and Jack moved around too much to really have close friends in the various homes, so most of the time all they really had was each other. The constant changing of schools made it difficult to do well so more often than not they skipped out on going and instead entertained themselves by getting into trouble.

As a teenager Liam struggled to do well enough in school to able to graduate, not wanting to end up stuck in a life he hated, which is how he saw many of the adults around him. Jack on the other hand gave up on trying, falling into a local street gang and eventually drifting away from Liam once Jack was old enough to drop out of high school. Only a few days before his seventeenth birthday his brother died of an overdose, although in all truth Liam felt that he had lost Jack long before that. Eventually, he just barely managed to do well enough to graduate, a task that was difficult not because he lacked smarts but due to the constant shifting from school to school.

After high school Liam enlisted in the army, mostly out of boredom and a need for a change of scenery. He knew college wasn’t for him; he barely managed to graduate high school and certainly didn’t have the money nor the desire for any higher education. After four years though he was done, he quickly figured out army life wasn’t for him either, too much structure, too many rules. His time there though, was valuable, he was no longer a scrawny teen but a muscular young man and with several new skills. Ultimately, while it was exciting at times, he didn’t find whatever he was looking for in the army. From there he bounced around from city to city, until he found himself at a biker bar in Chicago. Here he stuck around for a while, bought himself a Harley and started prospecting to join the club. He liked the bikes and the illegal activity brought some needed excitement into his life.

Liam was on a long ride with the club on a poorly lit road that twisted through the woods one night when out of what seemed like nowhere one of the other guys was thrown off his bike. The funny thing was there had been nothing in the road for the guy to hit, something had sped through the woods and knocked the guy off. Something they couldn’t make out in the darkness dragged the guy screaming into the woods. Liam and the others had stopped, guns went off, and amongst the gunfire and the screams he had no idea what was going on. Then, something bit him. He could feel huge teeth digging into his skin and he tried to fight back ripping handfuls of fur from the creature before being thrown into the woods.

He woke up weak, in pain, and covered in blood. Liam found just enough strength to stagger through the woods until he found a stream but lost consciousness again before he could even drink from it. For the next five days he fell in and out of consciousness, occasionally drinking from the stream to keep himself alive. On the rare moment where he awoke lucid enough to think he couldn’t gain bearings enough to find the road. Everything hurt, he could barely stand and even if he could figure out which direction to go he doubted he could walk it. Every time he passed out he doubted he would wake back up again. Then one night he awoke to pain worse than he’d ever felt, his entire body contorted in ways he didn’t even know were possible. He screamed as he looked up at moon and to his complete horror his scream turned into a howl. He remembers the change, what it felt like, seeing himself reflected in the stream mid transformation and the unnatural hunger that sized control of him.

Liam doesn’t remember what happened after that, only that he woke up again covered in blood, but this time it was not his own. He quickly realized he was not alone in the woods. Faces he had never seen but that were, somehow, familiar to him watched. They offered him new clothes, to replace the ones lost in transformation, and water both to drink and to wash the blood from himself. His injuries from the attack he’d been though days ago were now gone, and he felt stronger and better than he’d ever felt. Liam didn’t question any of it; somehow it all felt right. Once he had dressed, their leader emerged, a man to whom he felt an overwhelming sense of loyalty despite the fact that he too was a stranger. Then Liam learned what had happened, he had been bitten by a werewolf. The pack had bitten all of the men he’d been riding with, but the other four had died, and Liam had been called by the moon to the Alpha who bit him. Within the pack he found what he had been looking for, he found where he belonged.

Liam welcomed the change, being a werewolf had made him stronger, better, and the pack became the family he never had. The pack welcomed him as well, he was a wolf now, he had been strong enough to survive and so they welcomed his addition. He stayed with this pack for the next five years, the longest home he’d ever really had, and loved every member of the pack as if they were his own blood. They trained him, taught him to control his wolf and of the dangers of their enemies; hunters, witches, and the most hated of all, vampires. Although he’d never met a vampire upon learning of their existence it was like something in him instinctively hated them. His instincts proved to be right because it was vampires that slaughtered his pack.

One dark night, as his pack gathered in the woods for a bonfire, the Alpha was shot, and fatally wounded. Gunfire shattered the usual peace of the forest, and several others were shot with silver bullets mid transformation. Chaos broke out as werewolf and vampire fought to the death. In the end three wolves were left standing, while their Alpha lay clinging desperately to life, refusing to allow himself to be killed by vampires. The Alpha made one final request of Liam, to kill him, to take up the mantle of Alpha in his place, and to not let those who survived be left without a pack. Liam carried out this final request, killing his Alpha with his own claws, and the second his eyes glowed red he felt an incredible weight transferred to his shoulders. Liam then took his oath one step further, seeking out other wolves left without pack by vampires, recruiting them and giving them a new sense of community within his own pack.

Slowly their numbers grew, and his first attack was planned. They went after the clan who had attacked his pack, ruthlessly killing every vampire involved with that clan. Although it was technically a success, many wolves lost their lives in the poorly planed attack. Liam found leadership difficult, he had never been a strategist, and although every wolf in his pack was willing to die for their cause, he felt the weight of every life lost under his command. They pressed on, replenishing numbers and expanding their cause to include those who sought vengeance against hunters and witches. His pack waged war on every enemy to werewolves, and expanded further to include humans seeking revenge against a shared enemy. He vetted those who wanted the strength to take on vampires, and those he deemed brave and loyal were bitten and welcomed into the pack, if they had the strength to survive the bite. Liam and his pack live as nomads, traveling through cities and towns seeking out their enemies.

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》P a c k
Alpha of Vagus Lupi

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten, 9 years ago and became an Alpha 4 years ago.

[Helo]

Vagus Lupi

"Cry havoc
And let slip
The dogs
Of War"

Pack Name:Vagus Lupi
Aka:The Roaming Wolves
Loyalty, Courage, Dedication

Alpha:Liam Donovan

Radical:8/10

History:Vagus Lupi, a pack founded only four years ago by a man who became an Alpha not through any desire for power but through necessity. After Liam’s own Alpha was mortally wounded in a vampire attack it was Liam who committed the mercy killing in order to keep what remained of his pack intact. From there they sought out others who had suffered similar losses and looked to provide a new type of pack, a collective formed from the remains of other broken packs. Any wolf who suffered at the hands of vampire, hunter, or witch was welcomed. They are also more than willing to turn humans who share their enemies and who show the qualities that benefit the pack. Those in the pack are expected to show loyalty above all; the pack comes first the wolf second. Although final decisions ultimately fall to the Alpha, all wolves in the pack are given a chance to voice their opinions. Vagus Lupi stands at the front lines, seeking to end all threats to werewolves, and wagging a war for their very existence. Because of this they have no set home, home is with the pack, and the pack goes where it is needed. They live mainly off the spoils from the enemies they’ve take out; wealth taken from slain vampires, guns raided from vanquished hunters, and artifacts sold off from fallen witches. Lucky for the wolves that their enemies seem to be so fond of hording valuables.

Goals:To provide community and shelter to lost wolves, to grow their strength with those who share their goals, and the eradication of those who threaten them.

[Katthaj]

@Zoey Boey Hi I saw you reacted to the Interest check. idk if youre still interested but the OOC has been up for a little bit.