[OOC] Supernatural Dealings

[Hydra]

I'm not rushing you at all, :) just saying there is nothing i can do until you post. xD

[Heat]

I can always timeskip ahead us all to the compound if need by. Just tell me if you want me to.

[Dsnake1]

I'm fine with whatever. I figured we'd be pulling up as Carson finished. Either way, Mikael has nothing to say.

That being said, I won't be available to post today. Maybe, maybe tonight when I get home, but maybe not until Sunday night. I'll do my best though

[Heat]

Just got home, will IC post after I take a shower.

[Hydra]

working on a post

[Heat]

Might need to start recruiting more people by making another interest check. Posts are pretty far and in between.

Also, Hydra, werewolves in this do not grow tails in werewolf form, they just essentially physically turn into large wolves with no tails.

[Tatsua Aiisen]

A good GM should always check their Private Messages~!

[Heat]

Tatsua Aiisen said
A good GM should always check their Private Messages~!

Sorry about that, I hate how you don't get a notification or something when you get a PM.

I replied to it.

[Hydra]

If you say so but it really depends on which werewolf lore you are following.

edited

[Tatsua Aiisen]

This has been bothering me for a while, but my character's name is Lupa, not Lupe...

[Hydra]

oohhh lol sorry ill change it.

edited

All of Lupe is not Lupa

[The Harbinger of Ferocity]

Heat said
Sorry about that, I hate how you don't get a notification or something when you get a PM. I replied to it.

Just sent a quick question to Heat regarding this setting - adding this post as a note that I did so (so it is less likely to be unintentionally missed), given the quoted text is an accurate feeling for myself as well.

[Shadowcatcher]

im interested in joining if you are still in need of people ^^

[Heat]

Shadowcatcher said
im interested in joining if you are still in need of people ^^

We are, so come on down.

[Heat]

Slow day threadwise.

[Grimoire Gaming]

Currently whipping up a CS. :]

[Heat]

Silent Observer said
Currently whipping up a CS. :]

Eager to see it

[Grimoire Gaming]

Character Name – Béatrix de Le Croix (Trixy for short)
Race - Vampire
Nationality - French
Gender - Female
Age – 630, turned at around age 18
Appearance –
Height – 5’8
Weight – 125

Clothing – Whatever outfit best fits the next job, fitting in is key – never drawing attention until it is time to snuff out the flame. She wears Kevlar in or underneath all of her clothing.

Weapons – She dual wields glock 22s in combat and almost always has them concealed on her person somewhere, along with a combat knife.

Specialty – Infiltration and close combat. Her years of being a hitwoman of sorts alerted the Regiment to her skills in investigation and detainment.

Skills – She is stealthy, believably deceptive, has elder level healing, finely tuned mental control abilities, a precise marksman aim, and a killer smile.

Flaws – She suffers from bloodlust, vengeful behavior, has a slew of supernatural enemies that she has racked up over the years, a lack of trust in others, and a vendetta against Werewolves.

Fears – When you reach a certain age, fears mean less and less… even death doesn’t seem all to unwelcome. One fear, however, remains for Béatrix, the fear of losing a loved one - A fear easily avoided if you choose not to love.

Personality – Years of being a self-employed hitwoman have taken a toll on Béatrix, and her senses are those of a hardened killer. In the first years of her vampire life, Béatrix made many rash decisions and could hardly keep her emotions in check. These days, a serene calm can be found in her face, the mask of a true actress. As the Regiment observed, Béatrix has her vampiric urges and emotions under complete control, although she does enjoy giving in to her bloodlust – humans could have their vices, why not the supernatural as well? Although Trixy can come off as flirtatious and friendly, she has built an icy wall around herself. If you don’t get too attached to somebody, it doesn’t mean that much when they are ripped away.

Backstory - The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis, with the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was wealthy and powerful.

In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in these days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk on a good day.

Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves.

That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for her new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death of course, an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death was already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.

Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.

Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day and kill you.

From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills of mental manipulation, deception, and private investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. When the Regiment picked up scent of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman with a bad reputation among the supernaturals, they couldn’t resist adding her to their Investigations team.

[Heat]

Silent Observer said
Character Name – Béatrix de Le Croix (Trixy for short)Race - VampireNationality - FrenchGender - FemaleAge – 630, turned at around age 18Appearance – Height – 5’8Weight – 125Clothing – Whatever outfit best fits the next job, fitting in is key – never drawing attention until it is time to snuff out the flame. She wears Kevlar in or underneath her all of her clothing.Weapons – She dual wields glock 22s in combat and almost always has them concealed on her person somewhere, along with a combat knife.Specialty – Infiltration and close combat. Her years of being a hitwoman of sorts alerted the Regiment to her skills in investigation and detainment.Skills – She is stealthy, believably deceptive, has elder level healing, finely tuned mental control abilities, a precise marksman aim, and a killer smile.Flaws – She suffers from bloodlust, vengeful behavior, has a slew of supernatural enemies that she has racked up over the years, a lack of trust in others, and a vendetta against Werewolves.Fears – When you reach a certain age, fears mean less and less… even death doesn’t seem all to unwelcome. One fear, however, remains for Béatrix, the fear of losing a loved one - A fear easily avoided if you choose not to love.Personality – Years of being a self-employed hitwoman have taken a toll on Béatrix, and her senses are those of a hardened killer. In the first years of her vampire life, Béatrix made many rash decisions and could hardly keep her emotions in check. These days, a serene calm can be found in her face, the mask of a true actress. As the Regiment observed, Béatrix has her vampiric urges and emotions under complete control, although she does enjoy giving in to her bloodlust – humans could have their vices, why not the supernatural as well? Although Trixy can come off as flirtatious and friendly, she has built an icy wall around herself. If you don’t get too attached to somebody, it doesn’t mean that much when they are ripped away.Backstory - The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis, with the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was wealthy and powerful. In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in these days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk on a good day. Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves. That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for her new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death of course, an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death was already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day and kill you.From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills of mental manipulation, deception, and private investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. When the Regiment picked up scent of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman with a bad reputation among the supernaturals, they couldn’t resist adding her to their Investigations team.

Accepted. Post it to the accepted sheets thread please.

Here, for your IC post, have your character approach mine in the compound, you'll have arrived before everyone else. I'll have Carson just remember the boss mentioning that and we'll go on from there.

[Grimoire Gaming]

Also, I'm digging the avatar. Tyrion is one of the most well-rounded and clever characters I have come across, a definite ASOIAF favorite. :]