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[:] idlehands // Darek Birch
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Name/Alias: Louise Noir (Taken name). Real name John Lenburn
Age: 90 years. (63 of those as as a vampire)
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Standing a none to imposing 5'7, Louise carry himself like he owns the place regardless. He has a flair and a flamboyancy to him that makes him very eyecatching. His black locks of hair are unruly and always all over the place. His facial features are soft, androgynous and downright pretty. He dresses at all times in custom cut suits that do nothing but enhance his gender ambigius looks. His eyes are a clear, vibrant green, his skin rather pale without seeming sickly.

Strengths:
Blood Seer; The bloodline of Louise Cotton runs deep and is rife with mystery. But one thing that is clear is that their unique power is what has kept them alive. Louise is only a novice when it comes to his power, despite being 60 years into his undeath. His kind has a sixth sense that relates to blood. With a single drop of blood, Louise can discern the age, basic motivation and relative power of other vampires And if you hand him a entire bowl all kinds of secrets would unravel. This also means that when he drinks from normal people, he learn alot about them in one go.

Call of the Blood: A power more unique to him then his bloolinem this offshot of the Blood Seer ability allows Noir to keep a track on people whos blood he has imbued, even across large distances.

Weakness:
Being a blood seer is something that can quickly turn around on you however. Drinking to much to quickly muddles his senses and overloads the mind with memories and information not his own. Thus he must find new victims each time he has to feed, and directly after feeding his powers do not function properly. He likens it to drinking and driving.

For all intents and purposes, There are alot of more scarier things out there then Louise. He is not a very physically imposing vampire compared to most others.

Motivations: Revenge and power. Louise hates being made a fool, and his turning was equal amounts punishment for trying to outsmart a vampire as it was a mercy to keep him alive after Madammes thrall stabbed him. He wishes to take his Sires place as the ”bloodhound” and make it so that nobody dare mess with him again.

History:
Born to a small, but well off family, Louise (Then known as John) was a the only child of a Banker. A carefree kid, he grew up in a city during the roaring 20's, the less roaring 30's and the down right brutal 40's. He was a smart kid, he was quickly catching on to the needs of people. He knew information was the key to success even at the tender age of 13. He would spy on neigbours and then trade what he knew for treats and favors. He would hoard information by the age of 17, constantly updating himself on who was who, and with who day hanged out. His father was concerned, to say the least. But he was also a bright kid, and he his grades never suffered noticably. By the time he hit his 20's, he had mapped out a large part of the local nightlife and its majore players. It was then he decided to start working towards his ambitions. By then, he had grown distant from his parents, having moved from his native home of New York to Charlston. He partnered up with a friend from college and the two, both with substantial funds and ambitions at their disposal. The two started a sort of two man con scheeme where they among other things, scammed people trough fake warbonds. They were good, and between the two of them, they extorted, scammed and conned people all down the east coast.

Their endgame was to start up a nightclub, it was at the end of worldwar two and the american industrial machine was in full swing. There were people with money to spend, there were veterans with stories to tell and America was the undeniable good guys. IT was a time of forward thinking and uncertainty. Perfect for a conartist. The two set out to purchase a club, a rundown place with a storied career as Jazzclub and speak easy. Only there was another buyer, and whoever it was kept matching their bids. Smelling blood in the water, Louise thought he might be able to use this. He began researching the mystery buyer, and stole property from under her nose by funneling funds into others who were interesting in the properties as well. He started a real estate war.

But he was bidding against Madamme Blanche, within the Vampire community known as powerful, vindictive creature of a woman. And she did not take lightly to being showed up. Especially when she knew her opponent was a young, albeit clever, man. So she did what Blanche does best. She moved a bulk of her money into a lucrative deal that drew Louise in, and then beat him at his own game. She contacted and enthralled his companion, making him sign over his share of the deal to her in secret.

Only Louise tried to pull a fast one on her, having realized his friend had been compromised. He liquidated all his assets and tried to leave town. Only of course, Blanche had somehow acquired a drop of his blood. She tracked him down easily enough, and when he was cornered, he tried to bargain with her. His deal ended with a blade to the gut and a ultimatum. Sign over all his holdings to her, and she would spare him his life. He accepted. And that is when she turned him.

Nowadays, Louise run the very club that got him into the mess in the first place, keeping to the shadows and plotting. Officially, John Lenburn was found dead down stream some 60 years ago. Louise Noir however, is a active member of the Charlston vampire community. A blood pimp and information dealer by trade, the club keeps him financially stable. His passion however, is to keep a eye on everything, and trying to come up with a way to unseat Madamme.

Connections:
Madamme Blanche (Sire), a masterfull manipulator and in good standing with the French Quarter Baron.
Joseph Bevvy (Associate, Thrall), A thrall under Louise care. He runs the day by day operations of the Web Lounge for Louise.
Marcus O'hare (Bodyguard, Vampire)
Minnie O'hare (Bodyguard, Vampire)
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Name/Alias: Andrew Lennox (Birth Name) Alban (Taken)
Age: 51; Age of Immortalisation 25 (26 years as a vampire)
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Standing at 6'9 and with the gaunt frame held withing shabby clothing and a deep hoodie. There beneath lay the face of Alban. The sickness in his last few days as a human, and the strain afflicted have taken the toll on his appearance; his eyes remained the same pale blue, but his skin already pale from his illness became a deathly ill colour the veins on his body constricted showing the blue lines across his features and any hair that was left had vanished. His hands bore longer fingers clawed at the end with frighteningly sharp points

Strengths:
Claws; while not only making any attack made by his hands one that would disembowel prey, it also grants him the ability to scale most structures finding easier grip than others without the gift of these terrible weapons.

Bio-filtering; Being able to drink the blood of the young and healthy is one thing, but it is another to drink from one of the less fortunate. This enables Alban to drink from the sick, dying and drug fueled and turn it into sufficient nourishment without himself falling ill or weak after the feeding.

Weakness:
Due to his sickness before his turning and the unique strain. His visage is twisted and terrible making him unable to blend in unlike the average vampire. Along with no mental abilities, he cannot coerce or mystify humans into coming willingly with him making meals harder to achieve without being seen.

Being one who mostly stays to dark alleys away from the light; even that of streetlamps and neon if he can manage. He is very sensitive to bright lights and finds that it irritates his skin. and is especially sensitive to phosphorescent light bulbs.

Motivations: Redemption, Resentment. Hating not only himself, but what he had done in his human life; and the coward way he broke towards the end holds a weight on him. But it is countered by resentment, of the other vampire bloodlines, treating him as a lesser, a freak even within their own circles. He has been on the fringe of both his human life and now his second one. But this time he will claw his way to make them see they are terribly mistaken of their own positions of power.

History:
Born in Glasgow, Scotland in March of 1965 to a poor family; his father being a steelworker and bringing home just enough to get himself, his mother, and his two sisters fed and a home under their roof. This became harder for the Andrew and his family as the city itself fell into dark times during his younger years as most of the manufacturing plants the steelworks his father worked at, mines, engine production centers led his family down a difficult path with unemployment everywhere the city became a slum and gangs of youth were prevalent.

When Andrew turned 15, in an attempt to bring some money into his family. He joined up with a young gang during the winter of 1980. They modeled themselves after the 'Glasgow razor gangs' of the 1930's using fear, brutality, and theft to gain money and along with the money drugs and women whatever they wanted they had. During this time though to help keep his family fed, drew him deeper into the gang, the things that people tried to get their kids away from.

December of 1989 shortly before the crackdown of the police in Glasgow on these youth gangs that had sprung from the poverty and fear of the Economic crash and the immediate urban decline in the 1970's. Andrew had started to become very ill; nausea, headaches, and urinating blood were never a good sign to anyone. Due to his waning health he separated himself from the gang shortly before the crackdowns from the police started. His family all but disowning him after finding out what his 'job' had been for these years if he was going to die he was at least going to make a trip out of it. One last go before keeling over.

Gathering up what he had of his funds, only sending a last envelope full of money and a note to his parents he boarded the first train out of the city heading for the port city of Edinburgh and taking the first ship to the United States. The cost wasn't to terrible though the cargo ship that let him come aboard for a fee was hardly luxury but it suited him. Surviving for as long as he did away from the comforts of home on the street left him able to cope.

Reaching Charleston, SC he stepped off the boat during the long trip his hair had already begun to fall out, and his appetite was less than normal. One of the kinder sailors helped him shave his head before docking and setting off into the dark streets of the city; for a month he floated bar to bar hotel to hotel. And every week he became sicker and more tired. Alcohol among other things numbed the pain but did not slow the inevitable march of the cancer.

Until he met him; it was after a particularly heavy night of drinking and feeling sorry for himself. And of course after calling the waitress a slag and getting himself tossed out to the sidewalk staggering towards the one of the side alleys and began to painfully piss on the buildings to the side.

The bum that approached looked like death, worse than he did. And Andrew did not know if it was seeing someone whom looked worse off than him, or this particular night of feeling like shit that made him wanted everything to end, all of it. The vomiting, the terrible pain, the headaches and blood coming from everywhere it seemed.

He broke down and begged, and the bum answered. With a solution, an escape. A way out from every ounce of pain. And Andrew took it.

Now changed forever; he acts on the behalf of his bloodline and sire, as a spy in the dark places most of the other family's would not sully their hands with. Information is his bloodlines lifeline that keeps them dangerous to the other clans.

Connections:
Jakob (sire): And older vampire of his bloodline, and a cunning one at that. While not as ghoulish as Alban, he still bears the mark of the bloodline.
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Lyra D’Aramitz




Name/Alias: Lyra D’Aramitz
Age: (actual; age immortalized): 92 years; turned at 23; 69 years as a Vampire
Physical Description/Picture:

Lyra is no stranger to beauty. From the day she was born, she had been pretty. She is 5 feet and 6 inches of natural radiance and she knows it. Appearance, while not the only thing she worries about, is a very important feature to her. She believes that the way a person presents themselves to others says everything about how they think of themselves. She is never seen without her makeup intact and her hair done in just a way that it looks natural but not too natural. Her bright blonde hair is kept at shoulder length, gently framing her heart shaped face.

She dresses nicely, almost always preferring dresses and skirts unless she is expecting a fight. Her wardrobe focuses mostly on darker colors, blacks and grays and blues, but has some unique pieces for when she wants to make a statement. She is often seen wearing simple silver jewelry, but never overdoing it.

Strengths:
Captivating Touch: Lyra’s beauty isn’t the only thing she uses to sway others to her side. Physical contact, while normally fairly convincing in its own right, allows her to sway the emotions of just about anyone she wills. Her power is more powerful if her target is already feeling an intense emotion. Swapping one emotion for another is much easier than creating one from nothing.

Thrall My Children: Lyra’s captivation is useful in more ways than one. Because of her influential persona, she has a much easier time creating and maintaining thralls. She can have two at a time without much effort, any more quickly compounds the cost and becomes too much to handle.

Weakness:
Besides the obvious requirement of her needed to be physically in contact with the person she is trying to control, Lyra’s power has a few more drawbacks. If she uses it too much too quickly, or tries to change emotions in extreme directions (e.g. rage -> passion) too quickly she runs the risk of not only being unsuccessful, but also transferring some of that emotion to herself. She can get overloaded in a way, where the various emotions leave her dazed and sometimes unconscious. It can lead to panic attacks as well. There is also the general rule that the older the vampire, the harder time she has compelling them to feel something they don’t quite want to.

Lyra also has an aversion to entering buildings occupied by living beings without being invited in. She can fight this aversion but she very much prefers not to.

History:
Lyra was born on a beautiful fall day in the south of France. The air was crisp and clean and life was good. The 20’s were a great time to be a child, as things were booming and she and her family lived in relative comfort. She lived on a small dairy farm, so she spent a lot of time playing with the animals and enjoying the sun on her skin.

At 15, she moved to Paris to attend a private school. Her parents were wary due to the war that seemed to be right on the horizon, but Lyra convinced them she’d be safe in the city. This was mostly true, as she survived the bombings, but other things threatened her.

In 1942, at age 17, Lyra left the school due to what she called “a difference in beliefs” when it came to a few key moral issues. She didn’t mention this to her parents, and sent them occasional letters to keep them from worrying. She encouraged them not to send letters back, as she didn’t want the Germans reading what they had to say. She knew this was a fairly poor excuse, but knew her parents distrusted the Germans enough to agree with it.

Now without a place to stay, Lyra turned to what so many young girls do when they’re desperate and out on their luck. She sold herself. Though this wasn’t the sad story of some farm girl who moved to the big city and let men have her for a penny. Lyra was much too pretty and much too convincing for that. She found a high class establishment in a richer part of the city, Marceline’s, and easily found work. The place was owned by a wealthy and mysterious man who lived in America and only visited once a year.

Lyra came to learn that she enjoyed her new line of work. With the prices her clients were being charged and the classiness of the place she worked at, she never had to experience some of the darker sides of such a business.

Several years after the war ended, Lyra was offered an opportunity she would have never imagined for herself. The mysterious proprietor of Marceline’s had been visiting and she had caught his eye. He offered to take her to America with him, where she’d find a whole new life. In reality, she found death before the new life the man, her sire Daniel, came to her. But she was eternally grateful for it.

That was the start of what she believed to be one of the greatest loves the world had seen. Daniel was smart, strong, successful, and incredibly unbelievably charming. She was instantly taken with him and much to her surprise this infatuation didn’t end once he turned her and she grew less and less susceptible to his abilities.

Now, she lives her life in lavish luxury, spending most of her time surrounding herself with new and interesting people. Occasionally her sire uses her to sweeten a deal, or she gets the deal for him in the first place, but for the most part he lets her be.

Motivations:
Love. Lyra’s story is one that is much too common, one of unrequited love. The oldest story in the book, some might say, but her story nonetheless. Despite her natural beauty and the extra boost she gets from her way of captivating almost anyone she meets, there was one who would not return her affection. The one, perhaps the only one, she felt she actually cared for. She confessed her feelings early on, only to be shrugged off. In her mind Daniel refused her because he is so used to people bending to his whims he can’t tell when it’s real. Whether she be right or these are just the delusions of a girl head over heels, Lyra plans on having her sire look at her the way she looks at him. And she’s willing to do just about anything to make that happen.

Connections:

Daniel Bernard (Sire): object of Lyra’s affection

Anne Williams (Thrall): Lyra considers her a friend, is a source of company
Ryan Hughes (Thrall): Lyra considers him a friend, is a source of company
Louise Noir (Associate): Lyra knows him from common connections between their sires and a great love for his club
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Name/Alias: Darek Birch, formerly Dariusz Brzezcki

Age: 28 when turned, 68 years as a vampire, 96 years old total

Physical Description/Picture: 6’1’’; 180 lbs, lean muscled, appears around 30
Dark brown hair that is thick and wavy, grey eyes, high cheekbones and rather chiseled features. He can often appear stylishly disheveled, his tousled hair, scruffy beard that is calculated to be casual but send a hint of roguishness though he cleans up well when he has to be at his sire’s side.



Strengths: Presence, Darek has an unsettling aura much like his sire. His presence is something that is hard to ignore or deny when he sets his sights on someone. Charming, mesmerizing or when he needs to be, intimidating, in order to persuade mortals to trust and obey him. Auspex, he can sense and read the aura of individuals to know their emotional states.

Weakness: He can be easily distracted by beauty, either of a mortal or his own creations. It can leave him distracted and even immobilized if something truly catches his eye. If he is distracted, he can be very offputting, his unsettling aura overwhelming to mortals around him. He has to concentrate on coming off as charming, rather than potential death. If he comes on too strong he can trigger his own immobilization and disraction.

Motivations: His motivations would be revenge of the murder of his wife by the same vampire that turned him, desiring him for his looks and his artistic talents. His history of rebelling against heavy handed governments that force their brutal will on the populace is something not forgotten. He chafes under the rigid structure of the vampire society, unable to break the invisible chain that binds him to his sire.

History: Born in Febuary 1920 in Warsaw, Poland as the son of a history professor and former ballet dancer, he was well educated and early on developed a passion for art. When he was 19, Germany invaded his homeland and he quit university to take up arms against the Nazis. Darek joined the Home Army, the largest resistance movement in Poland and was involved in the defense of his city until it fell. Through the war he participated in sabotage of German forces and smuggling people out destined for deportation. Once Germany was defeated, he and his fellow ‘cursed soldiers’ turned their rebellion against the occupying Soviet forces. A long bloody struggle against one invading dictatorship turned into another and by 1946 he had lost many friends and his hope Poland would ever be free. He decided to emigrate to the United States, a bastion of peace and plenty, a place he could rest and focus on his art.

With proof he was a member of the Home Army, he was allowed passage to Britian where considered briefly staying but after his encounters with American servicemen in the past, he decided he wished to go to the US. In 1947 he arrived in Richmond, VA to attend the Virginia Commonwealth University’s arts program. He had never heard of the school let alone the city or state but after some research into universities and talking to various American soldiers stationed in London, he decided to forgo New York. He wanted some peace and to be away from reminders of the war and NYC was full of immigrants such as himself.

In Richmond, he attended a course to learn English more fluently and that is where he met and fell in love with Ruth Carlton, a young teacher originally from South Carolina. Her soft southern accent and warm hazel eyes soothed his ravaged soul and he soon found his muse again. They dated and were engaged within the year, though her parents were not happy with her marrying a man they considered little more than a worldly vagrant. He was able to sell some of his artwork but took a job at a shipping yard to bring in more money. They married in the spring of 1948, he was 28 and she was 25. They chose to honeymoon in Charleston for the city was renown for its romantic charm.

It was there he met a strange woman, young and beautiful with striking red hair and piercing blue eyes. There was something unsettling about her and Darek spoke briefly to her when she asked his name. She had bought some of art, it turned out and was eager to meet him. His defenses were up, he spent too many years worrying about being betrayed by collaborators to trust anyone with information such as she had and no real way to explain it. When she tried to embrace him, he struggled with his strange, fierce desire for the stranger. He was able to push her off and left her in the hotel lobby. That night he strolled near the waterfront with his new wife, enjoying the soft southern night and the sound of the tide coming in. He did not tell her about the fan who had come onto him, keeping it to himself so not to ruin their honeymoon but he found it hard to think of much else but the woman and the guilt it made him feel.

The attack happened fast and even with his war honed instincts he could not save Ruth who was grabbed by the redhaired woman who snapped her neck with one swift movement. The woman moved faster than he had ever seen anyone move and she was strong, very strong. She pounced on him, knocking him to the ground and before he could fend her off, she bit his neck, the pain searing through his body.

That was the last he remembered before he woke to his new life and to serve a new master. Cora Finch who owned a large gallery and was a patron of the arts in Charleston. She was what was known as ‘old blood’, a descendent of some of the first families of the old southern city and a vampire for nearly 100 years.

Darek resented her but could never raise a hand to the creature that had stolen his love and his life. The only upside was now he had all the time and financial support to work on his art that had been neglected for war and making a living. Over the years, into the 1950s and 60s his artwork gained a fanbase and he sold many paintings and sketches. It was not until an article in an underground NYC based art magazine got his attention and made him realize he could not keep going forever the way he was. The story was titled “The Real Dorien Grey?” and it documented his span of work and his consistent youthful appearance. It had a lighthearted tone, more complimentary of his chiseled good looks and ability to evolve with the changing arts than anything but it made Darek worry. He retreated into seclusion, living as far as he dared from the Cora and her minions who enjoyed touting his success at champagne parties and using him to attract new artists into the dark underworld they lived in. It was then he decided to kill himself, not literally of course, he still was not at his wits end but to kill the artist Dariusz Brzezcki. It was a sailing accident in 1973, a broken boat and a body never recovered. He continued his life as Darek Brzezcki, long lost son of the semi famous artist and he kept a low profile, earning money by auctioning ‘long lost pieces’ done by his ‘late father.’

By the current time, 2016, he has changed his identity to Darek Birch, a great nephew of the artist who still lives off of the occasional auctioned painting that is sold anonymously and the money deposited in an offshore account. He has separated himself as much as he can without cutting ties altogether, unable to give up the last shreds of the identity of his former life.

Now he works from home as a graphic artist, able to fill custom orders for animation or graphic designs from his well equipped computers in his studio. He still paints and draws but few of these pieces ever see the light of day. He is relatively obscure, never using his real name but a pay account and an internet handle everyone in the online communities he visits know him as ‘Hussar843’. When he has the need to feed he still prowls the bars and nightclubs but has also come to utilize the internet for the meat market sites that flourish online. Young women are easily taken in by his rather intense look, there is a hunger in his grey eyes that they mistake for lust. His powers of emotional reading and manipulation make it fairly easy for him to find someone to feed on. He does not make thralls very often but those he does all share a superficial appearance to his late wife. Darek is aware what he does is nothing short of trying to substitute those feelings he once had with a hollow imitation but it does not stop him from trying over and over. Those he keeps around until the novelty has worn off and he has to get rid of the lovesick girls.

As of this time he has been a vampire for 68 years and has learned to temper himself and that it is more than blood that keeps a vampire ‘alive’ but the need for cover from the outside world. He never goes out in the day, the sunlight of the southern city too painful but his job allows for him to remain indoors. He quite enjoys the proliferation of 24 hour stores, able to do his shopping at night. Not that he needs food or drink or toilet paper but he’s had living guests and when the first commented how odd it was that he had none of those things he made sure to stock them. The food he kept minimal, some non perishables that a bachelor who did not cook might have and a few bottles of wine and beer. He can eliminate his Polish accent from his speech if needed, sounding like a home grown Carolinian though he's found many women find the hint of an accent exotic.

Cora has become unhappy at his current choice in art mediums, her old fashioned tastes not running to the new computer generated artwork or animation. She has demanded he go back to his painting but he tells her he no longer feels the muse to paint as he once did. The truth is that his work has become darker, reflecting his restlessness and need to express his hatred for those keeping him in his current life. Darek longs for his freedom from the rigid hierarchy and revenge against his sire, to break the bond that holds him to her side. The old partisan spirit flicked in his stilled heart and he gave his attention to the rumblings of discontent.

Connections: WIP Hit me up if you want to discuss possible connections.
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Name/Alias: Carrie Clay

Age:

>Immortalized at age 19 in 1961

>Actual age is 74



Strengths:


Dream Catcher

>Dream Catchers have a very infamous past. Legend has it they started among Native American vampires, hence the name. Dream Catchers have the ability to invade other people’s dreams (both human and vampire) and manipulate them, depending on how advanced the vampire is in their skill. Before a Dream Catcher becomes a vampire, it is easy to tell that they’ll become one.

There are two different types of Dream Catchers:

Nightmares

Nightmare Dream Catchers would often have brutal and violent dreams before they were turned, and would often have traits such as insomnia and anxiety. Once turned, their nightmares reverse, giving them to power to project their dreams onto their victims. While novice level Dreamers must have a nightmare, then cast it onto others, vampires advanced in their skill can manipulate the victim’s dream and create a whole new creepy scenario. Nightmares in the past have tried creating pleasant dreams, but the happiness only lasts so long before the dream slowly rots and torments the sleeper. Nightmares also have the unique ability to force people to see hallucinations. Advanced level vampires often use this technique on guilt-riddled people, such as murders who regret what they’ve done. The Nightmares will cast an image of the person who was killed at the murder and have them act as if they had risen from the dead to take revenge. Nightmares who are infamous for perpetrating this act are often dubbed with the nickname of ”Puppet Masters” for obvious reasons.

Lucid Dreamers

Throughout life as a human, Lucid Dreamers will frequently experience lucid dreams in their sleep. Before they even turn into vampires, they master the art of becoming aware and controlling their dreams. Lucid Dreamers are somewhat opposite to Nightmares because they usually look forward to sleeping and never seem to have any sort of social disorder. Once turned, Lucid Dreamers may be experts in their field, but they have to practice becoming aware in other people’s dreams and eventually manipulating them. Many Lucid Dreamers, even at advanced levels, find it difficult to fully master another person’s dream. They can change it minimally, but they can do nothing like what a Nightmare can. Paralleling the Nightmare’s ability to cause grotesque and terrifying hallucinations, Lucid Dreamers could cast Sweet Sleep onto a person of their choosing, taking away both good and bad dreams.

Awakeness

Over the hard and brutal years of training, Carrie has learned how to snap a person straight awake, whether they are her victim or not. All she needs to do is snap her fingers next to their ear and they will shoot awake.


Note: To be a Dream Catcher of either kind, the vampire must be of native descent.

To be able to force their ways into people’s dreams, both Dream Catchers must either have a valued personal possession of the victim, a lock of hair, or set an actual dream catcher near the person as they sleep. Novice Dream Catchers find it much harder to try to tunnel in through a valued possession, and easier through the dream catcher, though the dream catcher was used too often and became a calling card. Enemies of Dream Catchers know to count their possessions, keep their hair to themselves, and always check their bedroom before sleeping.

No Dream Catcher is immune to other Dream Catchers invading their head as well.

Carrie is a Nightmare currently working on becoming a Puppet Master.

Weakness:

Carrie still suffers from horrible nightmares and insomnia, though she keeps her anxiety under control. Whenever she spends too many nights/days in a row taking over people’s dreams, she usually tends to break down and the nightmare will sputter out, returning back to the original dream. She may also accidentally give the wrong person the wrong nightmare, causing confusion with the victims.

Motivations:

Resentment, suspicion. In the beginning of her training as a Nightmare, Carrie was grateful to her sire for “saving” her from her endless night terrors, but as time went on, things did not go exactly how he told her it was going to be. She suspects he is the one constantly giving her nightmares, but she wants to find out why and how. Plus, from his abusive treatment, she wants to take his position of power and train Nightmares properly, so they never have to go through what she did.

History:

Carrie was born in 1942 when WW2 was setting Europe and Eastern Asia on fire. Her father died in war, leaving her and her mother to fend for themselves back in racially prejudice America.

Not soon after Carrie could properly speak, she began having horrible nightmares. Her mother brushed them off as normal night terrors, but soon her frightening dreams became so frequent, Carrie would constantly sleep in her mother’s bed, trying to fight off her demons. To try to lull her daughter to sleep, Carrie’s mom would tell her stories about her father and how heroic he was. Carrie never got the chance to even be held in her father’s arms, so she cherished her mother’s stories and held them close to her heart. But even her brave soldier father wasn’t enough to slay her fears. Her nightmares transformed from shapeless faces and formless figures standing by her bed to her father returning home, half of his body composed of only flesh, his skin blown off in a Nazi bombing. She dreamt her mother killed herself with the telegram sending news of her husband’s death still warm and crumpled in her hands. Soon, the tales of her father did nothing to put her to peaceful sleep. She developed insomnia, staring at her mother’s back all night, her eyes wide open and her mind on edge, refusing to let her eyes droop even once. When she started falling asleep in class, her mother brought her to the only colored asylum on the east coast in Charleston. With a heavy heart, Carrie’s mother left her in the asylum, and left back for Richmond, Virginia. Carrie felt betrayed. She was only eleven years old and her mother had already given up on her. Though she slowly grew to hate her mother in those cold and lonely days inside the asylum walls, Carrie still craved her warmth by her side.

Her nightmares evolved once again; this time dealing with abandonment. She would have a reoccurring dream where she watched her father elope with a pale French girl and sell his wedding ring to buy her a brand new engagement ring, with the diamond so large the white girl could barely lift her hand. She would wake up screaming and crying, and her sorrow would turn into unrivaled anger. She would slam her knuckles into the wall, breaking the skin and smearing blood on her hands and the wall. She would bang the bars over her windows, screeching for her father. Whenever she dreamt of her mother, she would always see the face her mother gave her before she turned to get back in the cab to the airport. She would bite her lip, look over her daughter’s shoulder, then give a small, sad smile before turning to climb into the cab.The dream would leave Carrie numb and empty; her chest began to feel hollow.

After months of being observed, she was finally assigned a psychiatrist; Dr. Robert Malik. He was a fairly kind man in his mid forties, but Carrie wasn’t going to open up so easy. To her, all shrinks were crooks that preyed on the dazed and confused. Though over a few years, he seemed to really understand. He wasn’t like any of the other so called “doctors” roaming the halls. He didn’t have that “therapist” voice, the temperate whisper all the others used when addressing Carrie, no, he spoke to her as if she was a grown adult. He never pressured Carrie into telling him about her demons. He was her friend. Carrie gradually told Dr. Malik about her struggles through life and her night terrors. Dr. Malik always had an open ear and a kind word to help guide Carrie through her struggles. As if by fate or magic, Carrie’s nightmares began to fade, being replaced by sweet nothingness. Her mother and father no longer haunted her at night and at the ripe age of 19 she was deemed sane enough to leave the asylum.

Carrie packed what meager things she possessed and visited Dr. Malik’s office for a last farewell.

”I don’t know how I could ever repay you for all the hard effort you’ve put into my recovery,” she said while holding him at arm’s length, grinning. Dr. Malik smiled softly back, a strange light in his eye.

“No need to, darlin’,” his deep southern drawl never failing to slightly annoy Carrie, but it was one of his better quirks.


Before Carrie could even take one step back, he turned the young girl, greedly reaping the benefits of being her sire.

Carrie was in a state of denial for a few days until she slowly transitioned to shock then neutrality. Maybe being with Malik for this “forever” he kept mentioning wouldn’t be so bad. But his kind demeanor stripped away and revealed his true self. He was a power maniac, bent on breaking Carrie then putting what little pieces he could find back together and repeating the process until Carrie wasn’t Carrie anymore. Her youthful smile and eyes twinkling full of hope darkened as Malik eventually took his gift of Sweet Sleep away. Being trained by a Lucid Dreamer was a difficult tasks for her. While he had Nightmare mentality, he could never properly mentor her into projecting and creating nightmares. She had to take to her own special training methods to please her cruel sire. She would lose herself in her victim’s nightmare that she created herself, much like a Lucid Dreamer would navigate their victim’s dreams. She would be tormented just as much as her victim, forever wandering among dark shadows and broken bodies.

Over the years as Carrie became more and more effective at her craft, the older her mother grew. Her mother tried several times to contact her estranged daughter, but Malik intercepted them each time. Carrie’s mother died in 1995 at the age of seventy four and she didn’t find out until ten years after it happened. Carrie was enraged, but she shoved down her anger for fear of her life.

Now, in 2016, with her normal nightmares becoming darker and more personalized than the last, she is getting fed up and suspicious with Malik. She knows that he’s a Lucid Dreamer and can’t twist and contort her nightmares in such way, but he has to be the cause of it.

Connections:

>Dr. Robert Malik (her sire), a power maniac that uses fear more than loyalty or cash to gain respect and fresh blood
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Armand Marill-Valentino. Baron of the French Quarters. "The Gentleman"

Baron of the French Quarters, The Baron comes from Italian and French heritage and was prolific as a behind the curtains bank roller for various Sicilian crews in the city during the prohibition. He is however older then that and has been around in town for as long as the current Monarch, serving as a general of sort during the conflict. He will, upon it striking his fancy, regale his court about stories from the French Revolution. If these are really true is yet to be determined. Not that anyone would openly doubt him.

Of the same bloodline as Lyra and her Sire, his incredible ease in maintaining Thralls has made him a massive power player. Having been one of the Barons appointed by the monarch, the "Gentleman" enjoys a iron grip on his domain. He rule by deceit and manipulation, like any good manipulator and With his Madame Blanche and others by his side, he has means to both find you and compel you to do as he please.

He is however, a very hands off person. If business is smooth, and upstarts know their place he see no big reason for kicking the nest. He knows he can very well kill anyone that gets on his radar either way.
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Name: He is known as "Fourth Face", true name is Michael Boras.

Age: True age is 47, Immortalized age is 21

Appearance: Michael Boras walks around 5 feet 4 inches tall, with weight of 150 pounds around him. He has a round body and thick fingers.
His face is round, with thick lips pushing outwards. Nose is snub and his blue eyes are small and underneath thick, dark brown eyebrows. His head is bald and seems enormous in comparison to his body due to his bad posture and short neck.

Usually he wears suits of various colors, keeping his shirt white and wearing enormous bow ties and a pair of sunglasses. He likes to wears a fedora or bowler to hide his bald head.

Strength
Turning into mist. At will, he can become intangible mist. In this form he can go through holes of varying sizes and advance without being easily noticed, if he has dispersed himself mist in larger area. This ability is problematic in sense that more his form is dispersed, harder and longer it is to return into his old self. Normally it takes a minute to get out of his shape, and two minutes to return to his old self. Ability is dangerous outdoors as gust of wind can spread the mist, and returning to solid might deprive his blood far too much. For this reason it isn’t a perfect self-defense tool either as his opponents might disperse the mist.

Weakness:
Mirrors and reflecting surfaces. Michael cannot stand mirrors or look into one far too long because of what he sees in it... Or doesn't see. Or something else entirely. Whatever it is, Michael has shunned his own reflection his whole life as a vampire, bigger and more reflective surface giving worse psychological effects to him. Feelings from uneasiness and dizziness to horror and hallucinations. Even knowing that there exists a mirror close by makes him nervous.

Motivations: To lead his own life, gain power and importance, become someone worth knowing. He'd have to get out off the Blood Pact and continue the work from there into powerful positions.

History: Michael had always wanted to become an influential man, ever since school days where he made a small gang and bullied other kids at the yards. That good time ended by the time he hit high school, where he focused a tad more on history and politics, while doing average on the rest subjects.

In the eagerness of youth after matriculations, he left his family behind and entered into a servitude under a vampire mob boss Franklin Maccellan; Michael started to work underneath Jonathan Scott, who was one of his trusted cleaners, and Michael was soon thrown to the world of blackmail, forgery and doing whatever the customers bought from the Franklin's gang. Jonathan Scott eventually became sire to Michael after short period of time working in the mob.

The jobs were petty and risky at first, thievery, tailing suspects, breaking in and forging unlucky fellows. All the jobs Jonathan thought were good for new cannon fodder. Nonetheless, enough close calls and enough cases slowly gave Michael experience and insight to the mob's work, and he always kept his eyes open for a bigger role to play in the mobster ring.

The opportunity rose, but with a price. After seven years of survival, experience and doing decent work, he was given choice to keep working with the petty crimes or take a blood pact and get involved into higher rank business. It was exactly what he was afraid off and hoped for, a chance to become bigger name in the mob but with a price to be forever a slave of Franklin Maccellan. Nevertheless, he chose the pact to “Work under Franklin Maccellan and his Three Hands and never object their words”. Three hands being Franklin’s three closest allies.

Now with more control over Michael, Franklin and Jonathan entrusted Michael with more important missions. Planning forgeries. Blackmailing. In a year Michael was basically "The Fourth Face". One of the four contacts between a customer and Franklin Maccellan or his Three Hands. While they did give him underlings and freedom over the operations given to him, he isn’t in any powerful position and in a constant risk of being removed if he’d ever try to have more influence.

Contacts:
Franklin Maccellan (Blood Pact): Old Vampire working behind the scenes and offering his services for a price. Rules the mobster ring with iron grip through his Three Hands.

Jonathan Scott (Sire): One of Franklin's Three Hands. Specialized in cleaning and source of the better income for the Franklin's mob ring. He used to give hard time for Michael and hasn't let him off too easily after blood pact either.

Jack and Joe: Two not too bright cousins, underlings and small fries in Franklin's mobster rings. Michael hires them for cleaning jobs.

Peter Reed There was once a great need to find a man. Peter was hired to find that man. Week later that man was found dead. Peter was advertised as a man with morals, so Michael hasn't kept in touch with Peter.
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...
I may not ever break these chains, but
I will use them to hang my masters.

...


Name/Alias: Fiona Engel / Fe, Fio

Age: 21 / 62

Description:
[:] Height: 5'7" (1.73 m) / Weight: 119 lbs. (54 kgs.)
[:] Pale hair, pale skin, pale eyes, dead eyes;
[:] Hunched shoulders with a wicked eyebrow, cruel heart;
[:] Topped with a "you want to fucking go?" grin.

Skills:*
[:] Feed on Fear - Gains physical strength when those in proximity are afraid.
[:] Become Fear - Jaw dislocates and extends; teeth exaggerate into a vicious jawline, fingers become like spider legs with a claw at the tip. The more fear, the more gruesome.

Weaknesses:
[:] When those around her have fear it can force a transformation.
[:] Can only feed off people who are in a fear induced state, not the willing, her bite is painful.
[:] Thralls obey more out of fear than loyalty, which leaves them susceptible to temptation.

Motivations:
She had been through more tortures than most could imagine. They told her she needed to be able to imagine them; it was part of her "birthright". They told her she needed to be able to call upon them. But she hated them, hated her birthright, hated her tormentors. She wanted to destroy them. She didn't care if it destroyed who she was, because she wasn't really sure who that person was anyways, not anymore. Now all she can remember is hatred and terror.


To become a butterfly, a caterpillar first digests itself.



Connections:
[:] Baron of James Island: Orthrus - They aren't friends. They've met a few times.
[:] Sire: Jezebel Holt - Bitch of the Blood Sports, has a predilection for feisty girls.
[:] Current Thrall: Calorian - bartender at The Yowling Hide
[:] Willing to discuss connections. :)

*(Baron develops higher ability and can physically touch someone and know their fear. They can transform into their fear and sustain themselves for short amounts of time supplementing fear for blood.)
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