[OOC] Umbra Rose Condos

[Dragonydas]

Monsters... Mythical beasts and creatures with incredible powers. They used to roam the world, hunting humans for their own pleasure or entertainment. It has been many years since we have had eyes on a monster. Some say that heroes brought them to extinction. Others claim that they just found another world and vanished to it. Not me though. I know they are still around, pretending to be humans. No worries though, we'll find them... sooner or later... - Commander Charles G. Vector, Leader of the Hero Association

From a very long time, monsters have been living among humans in various monster communities, hidden from view by magical abilities. Only humans that are completely trusted by the monsters know of their locations, and even then, they are usually not allowed inside their living area.



This is the Umbra Rose Condo, a closed off apartment complex with tight security. Residents hardly ever leave the safety of the gates, and when they do, it's not for long. Magical spells are in place to prevent humans from knowing what happens inside and who the residents of this place truly are... Monsters

Complex
The complex is composed of three buildings with 5 floors each and 6 rooms in each floor, except for building 1 which has 7 rooms in each floor.

The first building is where the reception is and all visitors and residents must pass through this building to get to the other ones or exit the complex. This building is also where all mail and deliveries are taken to. the inhabitants of this building are mostly humanoid, as in the event of a raid, they are the ones that can better pretend to be human. The second and third building houses the more non-humanoid races.

Each room is prepared specifically for each person that occupies it. Mermaids for example, get a room that is mostly underwater, with a dry space to accomodate visitors. Each room is also as big as it needs to be, as magic makes the room bigger on the inside compared to the outside.

Amenities
As for amenities, all buildings contain a restaurant and a bar that work 24/7. The restaurant offers meals that are made in accordance with the dietery needs of each race.

The second building, contains a small clinic that can provide medical aid to any inhabitant of the complex. Within this building there is also a room called the tranquility room. When a monster is feeling like they need to unleash their powers, they come to this room and use it to clear their minds, mostly by attacking illusions or destroying furniture.

The third building has a small gym with underground pool as well as a cinema, theater and a sports arena. There are also classrooms in this building. Here the monsters can learn human languages or skills, such as driving for example.

Barrier
The entire complex is surrounded my a magical field that prevents the humans outside from understanding what is happening on the inside by masking what they see and hear. Anyone looking around will mostly see normal humans walking around while also only being able to hear muffled conversation.

Extras
In case the monsters need to leave the complex, they are offered a bracelet that, for a maximum of 4 hours, can make them assume a human form. In case the power is spent, a silent alarm alerts the complex, and a rescue team is quickly assembled so the monsters only need to hide for a short time before rescue gets to them.

The complex also offers items that help monsters on their day. An extremely powerfull sunscreen for vampires... Antidotes and potions to help with accidental poisonings or petrifications... If there's anything that the residents need, the complex will try to fulfill.
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CS form

Name:
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Race:
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Requirements: (In case your race has requirements that the complex needs to keep in mind. Ex: Mermaid needing an aquatic environment, vampires needing access to blood, etc...)

Personality:
Background: (How did you get here?

Building , Floor, and room: (Use this format: (Building) - (Floor) 0 (Room). For example, Building 1, floor 2, room 3 would be 1-203. Remember that Building 1 is mostly for humanoids.
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= Room usage

= Building 1

Floor 5: Rooms: 1: | 2: | 3: | 4: | 5: | 6: | 7:
Floor 4: Rooms: 1: | 2: | 3: | 4: | 5: | 6: | 7: Miyuki & Yumeiko
Floor 3: Rooms: 1: | 2: | 3: Rose | 4: | 5: | 6: | 7:
Floor 2: Rooms: 1: | 2: Suzy | 3: | 4: | 5: Velvet | 6: | 7:
Floor 1: Rooms: 1: | 2: | 3: Max | 4: | 5: | 6: | 7:

= Building 2

Floor 5: Rooms: 1: | 2: Alphonse | 3: | 4: | 5: | 6: Qaymu
Floor 4: Rooms: 1: | 2: | 3: | 4: | 5: | 6:
Floor 3: Rooms: 1: | 2: | 3: | 4: | 5: | 6:
Floor 2: Rooms: 1: | 2: Theria | 3: | 4: | 5: | 6:
Floor 1: Rooms: 1: | 2: | 3: | 4: Eilidh | 5: Iris | 6:

= Building 3

Floor 5: Rooms: 1: | 2: | 3: | 4: | 5: | 6: Varlam
Floor 4: Rooms: 1: | 2: | 3: | 4: | 5: | 6:
Floor 3: Rooms: 1: | 2: | 3: Ryū | 4: | 5: | 6:
Floor 2: Rooms: 1: | 2: | 3: | 4: | 5: | 6:
Floor 1: Rooms: 1: | 2: Khalid | 3: | 4: | 5: | 6:

Floor Plans

Building 1

Ground Floor

Floors

[LupusIntus]

Max Erickson: Front Desk Clerk

Name: Maxwell Erickson
Image/Appearance: A 26 year old human male with short, curly black hair and dark brown eyes. Has the makings of a dad-bod with gentle features, a round face, and the slightest hint of laugh lines at the edges of his eyes. Is typically seen in his Umbra Rose front-desk uniform, which is always freshly pressed and only slightly sweat-stained if he's had to deal with some of the more frightening residents.

Race: Human
Racial Traits: Death & Taxes
Requirements: Therapy

Personality: Max is a grade-A customer service representative with a friendly, cheerful demeanor and an earnest desire to help those around him. He is genuinely kind and considerate and is out there just doin' his best, man. He has many friends but few he would consider 'close' as he often uses his approachable exterior to hide a whirlwind of self-doubt and doesn't allow himself to open up with just anyone. He is generally terrified of monsters, especially ghosts, and is incredibly superstitious about mundane things like black cats, the number 13, breaking mirrors, and walking under ladders. He also has a phobia of bees. Max loves animals, especially dogs, and has a semi-secret nerdy side with a love of comic books and fantasy novels. He also loves to cook, and is pretty good at it!

Background: Max was born and raised in the midwest in a small town in Michigan and went to Loyola University in Chicago to earn a degree in Hospitality Management. He was actually set to become the chief operations officer of a ritzy Chicago hotel when he was suddenly overshot by the owner's nephew and then subsequently laid off by that very same nephew. Without a single job prospect in several months, Max was on the verge of losing everything until his recruiter described a 'very unique offer' involving a 'rather exotic condominium complex'. Though only a front desk position and requiring relocation, it offered free room and board and Max was beyond desperate so he applied without a second thought (and without really reading the job description). His initial interviews went spectacularly and he was beyond impressed with the description of the facilities so he immediately accepted the offer, packed his meager belongings, and booked a flight within a few weeks.
While his first days on the job were... harrowing, he has somewhat slipped in to the routine of work and has gotten the hang of handling various 'outsiders'; such as delivery drivers, mailmen, and the occassional religious proselytizer; as well as assisting the residents with their various needs and questions about human society.

Building 1, Floor 1, Room 113.
Room description: This cozy 1br, 1ba is the perfect space for an up-and-coming single who values privacy and affordability. Tucked into our quiet courtyard corner, the windows offer a stunning view of our perfectly manicured hedges without any worry of pesky morning sunlight disturbing your sleep. With full access to our ample ammentities and an easy 2 block walk to the nearest train station, you'll have the opportunity to experience everything Umbra Rose and this city has to offer. Fully furnished with a bed, bookshelves, a loveseat, and even a sizable flatscreen television, this unit is just dieing to be your new forever-home.
Max has decorated the bedroom with a few posters of Spider-Man and Batman and the bookshelf is now full of various fantasy and sci-fi novel series. The bedroom is surprisingly messy for someone who always looks so fresh and presentable.

[Mistress Dizzy]

my mermaids are different

Name: Achieng Chima
Image/Appearance:

Human Illusion

Actual Achieng

Achieng has wide, kind orange-red eyes with a large pupil.
Glossy skin with a rich umber tone occupies most of her body. Around the middle of her torso, her skin brightens to a brilliant orange sharklike fin with golden touches around the end of her tailfin. When she smiles, a mouthful of sharklike, sharp teeth are visible. While she is quite chubby, her arms are muscled from years of wheelchair use. She has a rich, low voice that always seems to be ready to sing.

When she is out and about, she either wears a colorful headscarf or one of many wigs.
Race: Watumaji
Racial Traits: Watumaji are mammals - technically have hair and are mammalian, but it is translucent and almost microscopic. It serves as a sensory organ, akin to a cat's whiskers. Their skin is very glossy, almost pearlescent in the right light. And they are almost completely carnivorous. They can eat other things (going by Achi's love of baked goods) but meat is a necessity.
There is a musicality to their speech, but as to how compelling it is? Who's to say.
Requirements: Wheelchair ramps and low counters. Humidity controlled rooms with temperature controlled tub for sleeping. Gallons of fresh drinking water. Meat locker.
Personality: She's intelligent and cheery and gentlehearted. It's rare that she wouldn't offer help to one of the other residents of Umbra Rose. One almost forgets she could probably eat a full sized cow to the bone over the course of 48 hours. She isn't all sunshine and seabreeze though. There's a pain in her. A sadness at the corners that once noted, cannot be unseen. Buried beneath the sweet smile is melancholy.

And beneath that, rage as crushing as the Marianas Trench.
Background: Achieng Chima is one of the longest tenured residents of Umbra Rose. While she rarely speaks of her own past, close attention to the trickle of details would note that she is completely alone. Whatever family she had is long gone, and she's not 100% over it. Something happened, and Achi will not - or cannot discuss it. She's currently studying for a psychology doctorate, and enjoys singing and cooking, especially human baked goods. Fresh cookies will get you a long, long way with making friends.

Building, Floor, and room: Building 1, Floor 1, Room 7 (wheelchair accessible)
Room description: Her room is wet and muggy, and a little cool. The air always smells a little salty. There's a myraid of decorations, a pair of diplomas on the wall, and a little bowl of salt-water taffy by the door. Achi seems to favor bright colors and cloths in her decor.

[ShinyEve]

@Dragonydas So are cockatrice, dragons, nekos and heartless allowed? What is the character limit?

[Morgannis]

Are you having any sort of player limit on this?

[Dragonydas]

@Dragonydas So are cockatrice, dragons, nekos and heartless allowed? What is the character limit?

@ShinyEve

Yes. Just remember that this is not a combat oriented RP. 1 character per player.

Are you having any sort of player limit on this?

@Morgannis

not at the moment.

[Xaltwind]

@Dragonydas
Are you going to go through any sort of approval/declining process for character sheets? Should we post them here in the OOC first or go ahead and plop them into the character tab straight away?

[LupusIntus]

@Dragonydas
Are you going to go through any sort of approval/declining process for character sheets? Should we post them here in the OOC first or go ahead and plop them into the character tab straight away?

@Xaltwind

That would have been a good question for me to ask first. 😅
I got the thumbs up from OP so figured I was good to repost in Characters.

[Dragonydas]

@Dragonydas
Are you going to go through any sort of approval/declining process for character sheets? Should we post them here in the OOC first or go ahead and plop them into the character tab straight away?

@Xaltwind

Yeah. post it here. If I give a thumbs up you can then plop it in the characters page

[Xaltwind]

Wandurfyul~

Still working on the CS tho'. Will get it done asap hopefully.

[Mistress Dizzy]

Sweet! I added mine, along with a few images. I was going for the 'ara ara' type of woman. Whatcha think?

My Hider

[Lemons]

Still working on mine. Should be done before the end of the night.

[Lemons]

This ended up a little longer than I intended, haha. Sorry about that.

Velvet

Name: Velvet Alviva Coventry

Velvet

Fairly short at just under 4'11" ("It was normal then, I swear! I'm not short!") and of a fairly slender build, Velvet lives in an eternal state of early-twenties. Twenty-three, specifically. She doesn't look too unlike a regular human, if a rather short one. However, there are three things that mark her out as being the immortal creature of the night that she is. Her flawless, dead-pale skin; her eyes, brilliant red dancing with starry lights and tending to glow under low light; and of course, the unmistakable hollow fangs, about half inch long and needle sharp. Her charcoal-black hair is smooth and straight, falling down to between her shoulder blades. She looks, for all the world, like exactly what she is.

Which is why when she leaves the condos, she puts on a pair of pale water-blue contact lenses and reflective orange aviator sunglasses (even though it's night 95% of the time). After all, "It's always bright on planet cool!" Generally, she wears light clothing like tanktops and sweats; it's not like she can get cold or uncomfortably hot, after all, so she just wears whatever's comfy and she likes the look of that day.

Race: Vampire (Higher, Ancient)
Racial Traits: As a vampire, Velvet naturally only consumes blood. However, being as old and powerful as she is has resulted in some other interesting wrinkles. What it mostly boils down to is that she is hilariously difficult to actually injure in any meaningful way. Short of exposure to the sun, and even then, she can tolerate sunlight for a while if she's fed recently enough, though it makes her extremely lethargic (notably, just because she only gains energy from blood doesn't mean she can't eat anything else; her vampiric physiology will simply burn it away into nothingness. It's like throwing food down a bottomless pit). She has an enhanced sense of smell, especially sharp for the presence of blood. She's abnormally strong and fast, though exposure to sunlight strips those away from her. Along with the power that most defines her as a higher vampire: compulsion.

Or well, it kind of used to. Ever since her long nap, her ability to look into someone's eyes and dictate the truth to them has been rather...hit-or-miss. More miss than hit, even. She has yet to figure out exactly why.

Before she enters a building, she needs to be invited in. It can make things awkward sometimes, certainly; but being that she's a resident of Building 1, she can at least pass freely into the building and her own room. However, even if invited she can never enter a center of religious worship. Religious symbols such as crosses and six-pointed stars make her uncomfortable; silver burns her severely on touch; and she's repulsed by the smell of garlic flowers (notably, not garlic, the food. It's specifically the flowers) to the point of not being able to, say, pass through a doorway garlanded in them.

Requirements: It kind of goes without saying, but as a vampire, Velvet needs blood. The fresher and purer the better. She'll drink blood bank stuff (with a Capri-Sun straw, ideally) if she has to, but all the preservatives and stabilizers can make her a bit sick. She'd prefer a live-in companion to get overly attached to, as long as they're fine with taking iron supplements. All things being equal, she needs to feed roughly three times a week and drinks somewhere in the neighborhood of a pint or two at a time. If she goes without for a short time she'll just get a bit twitchy, but after two weeks she'll start having to resist going feral and jumping on the first warm-blooded humanoid she sees. And if she feeds when she's been starved and lost control, she'll feed an amount that might be genuinely dangerous for an average human.

Personality: Velvet is a fascinating case study in what happens when you take someone who had a great deal of power and a penchant for using it, and let her take a very long nap.

Because there's so little that can actually pose a threat to her and she no longer really cares for the whole 'malevolent queen of the night' schtick, she's more or less become a creature of pure vibes. Watching TV and playing video games for days at a time ("Is it 11AM already? Man, I need to sleep"), using potato chips to eat extra thick milkshakes like dip, going out on the town at midnight to get sloshed and have a good time...she just does whatever while being FAR too chill compared to most peoples' ideas of vampire. When she got trapped, lightbulbs hadn't been invented yet; she doesn't really want to ruin a good thing now that suddenly she finds herself in a world with TV, Wi-Fi, ice cream, aluminum mirrors that she can actually see herself in ("Is that what I look like? Hello, vampiress, you are stunning and gorgeous!")...you get the idea.

Background: Velvet has been around for...a long time. Over 700 years, now. Though she hasn't always been 'Velvet.' Born in the British town of Coventry as a peasant girl in 1316, her name was simply 'Alviva.'

Growing up the daughter of a farmer, she contributed as best she could; weaving textiles, milking cattle, churning butter and cheese with her mother, and so on and so forth. She doesn't remember a lot about it now, it was so long ago. When she was fifteen years old, she was married off to a neighborhood boy six years her elder. She remembers this part even less, because some years later her husband and his family were butchered and their blood drained by a hundred-some year old vampire. When he saw little Alviva, though, he let her live. Kind of. Pity? Perhaps a darker motivation? Whatever the reason, he took her, then force fed her some of his blood and drained her dry. And so, in 1339, Alviva the human died, and Alviva the vampiress was born.

For the next hundred years, she was what amounted to little more than a vampiric slave to Benedict, the vampire who'd turned her. A thrall, to deliver him blood tithes. But then one day he grew just a little bit incautious, and the newly vindictive 120-something-year-old Alviva jammed a stake through his heart. Staked him, burnt her hands badly decapitating him with a silver blade, and left him outside to be taken by the morning light. For the first time in her life, Alviva of Coventry was well and truly beholden to no one. So with that vindictive streak she had now, she renamed herself after the first thing she thought of when she imagined opulence and luxury: Velvet. So as Velvet Coventry, she reigned terror over the shadows of the British Isles for a few hundred years, then traveled the rest of Europe, seeing and causing many kinds of violence. Battles, wars, campaigns, revolutions; blood was her currency, and the Dark Queen would have her dues!

(She cringes a lot thinking about that now. She was such a tryhard!)

Finally, just a couple decades after watching the execution of Marie Antoinette and the French Revolution, a vampire hunter started following her trail. Again. She'd dispatched many before; it was extremely hard to kill her now, so she wasn't particularly worried. This one was particularly clever, though; he knew that he probably wasn't going to be able to kill a vampire like her. So he'd need to confine her. He shadowed her across the continent of Eurasia until she finally returned to England, entered her crypt, and had a brief sleep in her tomb.

That's when the vampire hunter struck. Upon her coffin, he placed a silver crucifix and a wild rose. And so, her sleep went far longer than 'brief.' By the time she awoke, disoriented and confused--some teenagers had excavated her now-underground crypt, picked up the neat-looking cross, and brushed the desiccated plant matter away--well over a century had passed. It was all so confusing. Where was she? What had happened to Queen Victoria? What did the map mean, Prussia was gone? What was happening?

But sometime between going down and waking up 150 years later, the whole Dark Queen thing had lost its luster. Why did she care so much, again? She'd been really angry, but like...what was the point, now? She'd had vampire hunters on her ass for so long. Wouldn't it be fine if she just...relaxed for a couple decades?

...Internet? What was an 'Internet?'

Building, Floor, and room: Building 1, Floor 2, Room 5
Room description: You'd expect an ancient vampire's room to be a lot...more than Velvet's. She eschews the trappings of wealth, for the most part. It resembles nothing so much as a streamer's room. Big computer with multiple monitors, tons of gaming consoles. All of it sitting on a relatively nice, modern-looking desk. Couch, coffee table covered in books and manga. Not only that, but it's actually kept brighter than most rooms ("Lightbulbs! You all take them for granted!"). But overall, there's nothing special about it.

Well, except for the bed. Or, what there is instead of a bed: a large tomb of black stone. Spartan-looking enough on the outside, but once she yanks the lid off, you can see the whole thing is lined with a comfy mattress and some very nice cushions. Hence why keeping the lights on so bright isn't a big deal; no light gets in anyway.

Oh, and the window. Instead of being held by a curtain, it's covered entirely by a heavy sheet of plate metal that slots into place so there's never an accident with the sun.

(In order to afford all the games she wants, she works part-time as a bartender on the night shift at a human bar nearby. She's very good at it; I mean, who knows how many times she's mixed drinks over the course of her long and varied life, right? It doesn't hurt that after the centuries of practice, she is an absolute immaculate expert at hiding what she is. It's a real skill to talk and smile while hiding the fangs.)

[Mistress Dizzy]

I love Velvet. Ancient vampire who can no longer be bothered?! Yes. Yes please.

[Foster]

[Foster's undecided character-race] "I must prank this vampire at every opprotunity."

[Expendable]

Qaymu

Name: Qaymu, the Mysterious

Image/Appearance:

Qaymu

Dragon: The first thing people usually say is they expected something bigger. He has deep-set amber eyes that seem to glow with their own inner light. Small triangular fins runs down from the top of his head down his back. He is of average height and has a wiry build. His scales shimmer like bronze. There is a nasty scar in gold scales on his upper left chest. His wings and tail are hidden. He's got a dark Fu Manchu mustache (really it's whiskers and moderately painful if pulled).

When wandering around the condo, he's usually wearing a red smoking jacket with one of his many pipes in his pocket, white shirt with a yellow silk cravat, black pants, and black slippers. He has an orange tabby cat named Tiger.

Human: This guy makes you think of a clever stage magician. He has deep-set amber eyes that seem to glow with their own inner light. His gray hair is brushed back with a taper on his neck. He is of average height and has a slender build. His skin is lightly tanned. There is a nasty scar on his upper left chest. He's got a widows peak, a white Fu Manchu mustache, and a few wrinkles.

When outside the building, he's usually seen wearing a white shirt, red bow tie, navy vest, black pants with belt, dark gray socks and polished black shoes. He often wears a trench coat, and carries a battered dark leather briefcase that he carries everything in, almost as if it was larger on the inside.

Occasionally moonlights as a magician, does children's parties. So far, nobody's realized some of his illusions are actual magic.

Race: Dragon (draconus paulo)

Racial Traits: Small size, very long life, breaths fire, scales, claws, wings, tail, enhanced senses, enhanced strength, magic, intelligence, sudden growth.

Requirements: Reinforced floors, fire barrier insulation, firebrick walls, double-wide fire doors. (Assuming sprinkler is already installed.) Large bathroom with Jacuzzi tub. Fireplace.

Personality: Admittedly and unashamedly territorial with an obsession with gold, he may appear gruff, preferring his own company and shopping in second-hand and thrift stores, he does have a weakness for orphans, books, and teaching.

Background: When an invading army conquered the kingdom, the king sent his queen and infant daughter in a carriage to escape, but they were intercepted by the invaders. Qaymu, having set up a new nest and checking out the area, noticed the commotion and few in to the rescue, but was too late to save the queen. Before the invaders could respond, he grabbed the princess and flew off with her.

Seventeen years later, a drunken mob lead by the one surviving guard of the Queen's carriage invaded Qaymu's lair, only to find to their surprise the princess was still alive and staring at them oddly, having never seen another human before. She decided to go with the men back to their city, despite Qaymu's misgivings. When he heard her call out hours later, her life in danger, he expanded and flew to her, rescuing from the tyrant's men and placing her on the throne.

However, dragon hunters were constantly invading his home afterward. When one tried attacking him with a harpoon, wounding him, he decided he had had enough. Using a spell taught to him by a wandering wizard, he packed up his things into a few cases and flew across the ocean before finally stopping in a small cave for the night for a much needed rest.

Years later, he was abruptly woken up by nearby construction work for a new subway system. Venturing forth, he realized he'd overslept, but these men didn't know what he was - or the penalty for stealing a dragon's gold, even if it was only a few coins. Disguising himself, he decided to venture in the city, wandering about, then hibernating for long periods

Building, Floor, and room: Building 2, 5th floor, Room 506.

Room description: The door mat reads, "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." Another sign over the doorbell reads, "Tours Tuesdays and Thursdays from 11 AM to 1 PM, by Appointment Only. Closed Christmas and New Years."

The interior is open plan, looking to be wider and longer than the room should be. There are two balconies with spiral stairs. chandeliers are overhead and a few lamps are scattered about.

There are a lot of vintage and antique furniture, most of it in the campaign style. Old folding army desks, lighthouse library boxes, bookcase and tansu chests, a apothecary chest and so many cased sets. It gives the impression that one can quickly pack up the room.

At the back, there's a large kitchen and dining area, with doors leading to a pantry and a bathroom, and stairs leading up to the first balcony. Under the stairs is a litter robot and a low pen holding a large cat bed and various cat toys.

On the first balcony there's a large four-poster bed that can be seen at the railing. However, instead of a mattress, there's a large box filled with gold coins. If you pick one up, you can feel the coin vibrate with an unusual rhythm. There's also a fire place on the back wall, with a good suply of wood. To one side is a walk-in closet, while to the other side, past the stairs, is the bathroom with a jacuzzi tub.

The upper balcony appears to be for storage. There is a winch on the ceiling that allows items to be raised or lowered.

[Lemons]

@Expendable How old is Qaymu? He and Vel could bond over how much the world's changed since they overslept way too long, that'd be kinda fun.

[Expendable]

@Expendable How old is Qaymu? He and Vel could bond over how much the world's changed since they overslept way too long, that'd be kinda fun.

@Lemons

Not exactly sure, Dragons are not big on calendars. He slept from the Renaissance to pre-WW2, but it was a long flight. But they can have talks, certainly.

[BunniesOfDoom]

No wolves yet? No. Good!

Iris Madril

Name: Iris Madril

human form

Image/Appearance:
At 25, Iris isn't a small woman. If one imagined what an Amazonian warrior would look like, Iris is the living definition. She is over six foot with broad shoulders and wide hips. She is muscular and she has long, dark, wavy hair she keeps pulled tight in a ponytail. Her skin is a dark caramel and her eyes honey brown. Her typical style of clothes consists of loose jeans, since her proper length only came in plus sizes, that she kept secured by a few belts around her waist and tank tops that were barely long enough to cover her navel. She has a few tattoos, the most prominent being the thick bars of black that encircled her upper arms. Her ears are adorned with multiple piercings and a hoop in her right nostril. When home, she is barefoot but when out and about, she favors heavy hiking boots.

Her wolf form can vary from an anthropomorphic bipedal form that can still speak, which she favors, or a feral large quadrupedal wolf that only knows blood and rage. Her pelt is black like midnight, her crystal blue eyes bright and clashing against her dark fur. Her nostril piercing is usually lost mid transformation but her earrings remain, though she usually takes them out before the full moon.

Race: werewolf

Racial Traits: Can change her form at will, though is forced to change in fits of extreme anxiety or anger or during the full moon. During blood moons, she has to be locked away for the safety of all because her wolf form is uncontrollable during those times because of her lack of a pack.

She's naturally strong and has a very fast healing factor. She's also ravenous. To the point that if she doesn't eat every day, her body will begin to eat her muscle mass and she'll deteriorate. She has such a strong metabolism that she pretty much can't get drunk and if she does, it's only for a short while. She has the typical aversion to silver and wolf's bane can make her sick if ingested or injected.

Requirements: Wolves need pack. It's in their very essence. They are hardwired to seek out a pack and belong and it is those bonds that help a wolf keep control during times like a blood moon or extreme circumstances.

Personality: Iris is pretty laid back. There isn't much that will bother her. She's slow to anger but quick to a smile. She's willing to offer her home to any and all that may need help. She may be a little too quick to make friends, her desperate need for a pack driving her to form connections where there may not be any to form. She'll move quick to make someone comfortable but won't hesitate to say something if someone tries to push too hard. She's generous but not a push over. She has her hard limits and won't hesitate to physically throw someone out of her home if she has to. She's a gentle teddy bear until you've crossed the line, then you'll get the fangs, sometimes literally if necessary.

However, don't bring up being a werewolf. She doesn't like that side of her. She barely accepts that, that is part of her and wants more than anything to change it. If someone even mentions the word wolf around her, her demeanor darkens and she usually is quick to excuse herself. As far as she is aware, the wolf who changed her left her for dead and didn't come back for her when the change didn't kill her. She had to discover how to control her wolf, with as little control as she had managed, by herself and with some help along the way and she is still a lone wolf in this apartment complex. At this point, though it's literally ingrained in her very bones, she isn't sure she would want to be part of a pack. Though it would make controlling her wolf far easier, she isn't sure she could stand to be near another wolf for too long before falling into a rage. It makes full moons a touchy subject and an even more touchy situation when the time arises.

Background: Iris was just a pup at the ripe age of 13 when she found herself staring down the threshold of the Umbra Rose Complex. Newly changed, confused, and alone, she wasn't sure what she was doing or what it meant to be a werewolf when the owner of the complex found her shivering against the wall of the entrance, curled up against herself in the cold of mid winter. He took her in, gave her an apartment and space to learn of herself. There she remained, barely leaving her apartment except to get food from time to time until he had had enough and went to have a talk with her.

The residents weren't sure what happened in that time but he didn't leave her apartment for three days and when he finally left, his clothes were in tatters but she was by his side, peering out at all the people from behind his leg. From that time on, she was more social, branching out on her own and meeting people. She grew up in the halls of the complex, helping out in the grounds and becoming part of the apartment family. She has yet to meet another werewolf in the complex but she has somehow made the staff and residents a makeshift pack. Though it's not a true pack. She still has to lock herself away during blood moons or step away from situations that are growing for too heated. To this day, she won't tell anyone what happened in those three days in her apartment with the owner of the complex and no one has the gall to ask the owner, so it remains a mystery.

Building, Floor, and room: Building 2, Floor 1, Room 105

Room description: If there was ever an apartment that spoke of relaxation and lounging, Iris's apartment would be it. A wide, sectional couch with an extended lounger at the end for extra room to really spread out encased a whole side of the room and sat just in front of a large screen TV that hung just above a fireplace that looks as if someone took a handful of a mountainside and slapped it into the apartment. True limestone polished to a shining gleam took up the whole while and extended out and under a large coffee table large enough to be used as a small dinner table.

Off to the side was a granite lined bar with six cushioned stools positioned along its edge. The granite extended into wide counter space with large cabinets underneath for plenty of storage. A wide island with another two bar stools and a cook top took up the majority of the kitchen with a large fridge and deep sink taking up the back wall, counters filling in the rest of the space left.

A guest bath with a large walk in shower was off to the side, the guest bedroom located just next to it. Her master suite was just down the hall. If one were to walk further down the hall and pull the rug to the side, they would find a latch and trapdoor. Just below is a steel room with chains secured tightly to the wall. At the ends of the chains were a collar and wrist shackles. This was the room she rode put the blood moons in and the steel walls and floors showed it. They were marred by claw marks.

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@Lemons
I agree with Dizzy, Velvet sounds awesome and I love what you did with the CS. Can't wait to see her IC. :D

Own CS should be done soon-ish.

@Mistress Dizzy
Why fish lookin' at me like that? Is fish gon' eat me!? D: