[OOC] New York Underground

[yoyohayli]

Working on a vampire.
Sorry it took me so long. I like to stress myself out on school stuff before having fun, I guess.

[Metronome]

Sure. As long as there is a cure and you dont do it against the player's wishes.

[Blackbeard]

This is probably going to sound quite out of left field, but can I make a Voodoo Witch Doctor? he would be an outsider and would almost act as an in-between to all clans. As in he would offer his services to anyone and therefore could get caught in-between every gang. He would probably own a shop of some sort. Think of him as New Yorks Magical mercenary merchant? How does that sound?

[karamonnom]

Oh.. I really really want to join this...

[Metronome]

This is probably going to sound quite out of left field, but can I make a Voodoo Witch Doctor? he would be an outsider and would almost act as an in-between to all clans. As in he would offer his services to anyone and therefore could get caught in-between every gang. He would probably own a shop of some sort. Think of him as New Yorks Magical mercenary merchant? How does that sound?

@Blackbeard

It is kind of out there, and I'm not sure how much he'd be used, but go for if you wantm

[Blackbeard]

True. I might just make a Werewolf, I was waiting to see how the roster looks but I might just jump in with a character beforehand. How many Werewolves have announced themselves? Because the roster only has one.

P.S I think the Red Man from Cruiser is meant to be a rogue/outcast, not part of the hunters.

P.S.S unless someone has already expressed an interest I'd like to take Alpha Werewolf.

[yoyohayli]

@Metronome

Okay, I hate writing backgrounds, but I did it!

Preston Holt

Name

Preston Holt

Age

24 (69)

Gender

Male

Species

Vampire

Rank

Probably one of the lowest in vampire society

Personality

By all accounts and purposes, Preston is not a very good vampire. He is compassionate, gentle, and a coward when it comes to conflict. This makes feeding a chore, having to battle his conscience while still managing to survive. Because of this, his main sources of food are drunks and heavy drug users because it wouldn’t be unusual for them to “pass out” unexpectedly only to awaken later with no memory of what happened. Occasionally, he will partake in group feeding so long as he doesn’t have to make the actual kill.
Preston does not view humans as lower creatures and quite enjoys observing them, although it is hard to be around humans without feeling that instinctual hunger. He thinks the most beneficial course of action for vampires and humans alike would be to make humans aware of the existence of vampires and allow for some sort of mutual feeding agreement that would reduce the need to kill. Of course, he has no delusions about the current state of mind within the general vampire community towards humans and knows that revealing themselves would most likely cause panic more than anything else.

Appearance

Appearance

Equipment/weapons

None.

History

Preston was born in New York City in 1923 to working-class parents. He was only a child when the Great Depression hit, forcing his mother out of her job to stay at home while his father continued working hard for even less than he had been earning before. Preston’s family scraped by below the poverty line until 1939 when main economic conditions began to stabilize again.
When WWII rolled around and the United States entered the War in 1941, Preston was 18. His father was already too old to be considered for war, but Preston began to fear he would soon be drafted, knowing that he could never handle a battle situation. If there was a god out there, it certainly heard Preston’s silent prayers every drafting period. Eventually, the war ended and Preston never ended up having to fight, although his peers criticized his cowardice, saying he should have been drafted just because of his squeamishness.
Preston finished school and moved out on his own in 1947, still staying within the city. It was then he met the people that would change the course of his life forever. They had seemed like a normal group of young persons around his age, though he only ever saw them smoking and hanging around at night as he returned to his apartment from work. They approached him one night, inviting him to a dinner gathering of sorts and he politely agreed, just happy to have something social to do for once. He should have felt wary of entering the underground hangout for a dinner party and, needless to say, he ended up being dinner at the end of their fangs.
Of course, he wasn’t the only human they’d invited there. But he was the only one spared from death. These were young and inexperienced vampires. Apparently, one of the girls had taken a liking to him from observing him for quite some time and so she turned him into a vampire as well, essentially gifting him a longer life. Preston didn’t see it as a gift, struggling with the concept of needing to feed at least once a week in order to survive. Fleeing from the group of young vampires, he tried to live off rodent blood for a while, but the taste was so awful, he couldn’t keep it down most nights. The Queens coven took him in, but they soon realized he was useless on hunts and he spends his nights on the receiving end of sneers.
He’s been contemplating leaving the Queens vampire coven for quite some time now, but doubts he would be able to survive on his own.

[Osmius]

Y'know what a neat thing is, I can kill off this Baghead whenever I want and have someone else wear the Bag. Change it up every now and then, looks and equipment-wise.

[Blackbeard]

This was quite a quick one I'm afraid, I don't have much time today but I hope it is applicable.

Werewolf Alpha

_{L u t h o r G o r m a n n}

_{☩ A g e}

Thirty Four

_{☩ G e n d e r}

Male

_{☩ S p e c i e s}

Lycanthrope or Werewolf

_{☩ R a n k}

Alpha of the Pack

_{☩ P e r s o n a l i t y}

Hailing from England originally Luthor has a tendency to display all of his emotions in exactly the same way, all emotions but anger that is. He is a very hard man to read and whilst many in the magical community write Lycanthropes off as mere beasts, a deeper look into his eyes would prove them wrong. A very smart individual and at times, calculating and cold. Luthors aim is to keep his pack out of the war for the time being as unwanted attention can bring unwanted consequences. Something he learnt early in his life.

Luthor much prefers the peace and quiet, he is the kind of person who would converse with an enemy before resulting to violence, even if he is proficient at it. He is keeping to himself for the time being, yet he feels that in some way he will inevitably be dragged into this mess. Something he is already preparing for.

_{☩ H i s t o r y}

Once a citizen of England Luthor found himself at the center of an unfortunate witch hunt. Feeling pressure from all sides including his own pack he sought refuge in another country, America had never appealed to him as a place to live but it ticked almost every box as a place to hide. With everything that went on across the country he was able to keep a low profile even in a city as busy as New York. It took a while for him to settle and for the paranoia of someone or something chasing him to wane, but once it has he managed to become involved with the few beasts and beings he had noticed within the city. It didn't take long for him to be noticed by the local pack either. They were aggressive at first, thinking another pack was encroaching on their turf. The first few months of what Luthor now dubs his 'initiation' often left him scarred and bleeding.

The underground scene in New York was not as diverse as in London, yet it did not lack any of the ferocity. Witches, Trolls, Gargoyles and of course, Vampires were all a part of the cities writhing underbelly that went seemingly un-noticed by the majority human population. By the time Luthor had established himself within the pack a prominent group of human hunters were on a tirade. Only recently they had captured the packs Alpha, Luthor does not know what has happened to him or if he was still alive but leadership is a requirement in the Lycanthropic community, and as such he quickly asserted his dominance.

Now with the pack fully behind him Luthor has brought a discernible elegance to the clan. He keeps everyone in line and attempts to keep the Werewolves out of the spotlight as to not draw anymore unwanted attention.

[Metronome]

Its good, but just a heads up, these werewolves arent really the "wolfman" type. He could still be a little rough looking, though.

[Metronome]

@Metronome

Okay, I hate writing backgrounds, but I did it!

Preston Holt

Name

Preston Holt

Age

24 (69)

Gender

Male

Species

Vampire

Rank

Probably one of the lowest in vampire society

Personality

By all accounts and purposes, Preston is not a very good vampire. He is compassionate, gentle, and a coward when it comes to conflict. This makes feeding a chore, having to battle his conscience while still managing to survive. Because of this, his main sources of food are drunks and heavy drug users because it wouldn’t be unusual for them to “pass out” unexpectedly only to awaken later with no memory of what happened. Occasionally, he will partake in group feeding so long as he doesn’t have to make the actual kill.
Preston does not view humans as lower creatures and quite enjoys observing them, although it is hard to be around humans without feeling that instinctual hunger. He thinks the most beneficial course of action for vampires and humans alike would be to make humans aware of the existence of vampires and allow for some sort of mutual feeding agreement that would reduce the need to kill. Of course, he has no delusions about the current state of mind within the general vampire community towards humans and knows that revealing themselves would most likely cause panic more than anything else.

Appearance

Appearance

Equipment/weapons

None.

History

Preston was born in New York City in 1923 to working-class parents. He was only a child when the Great Depression hit, forcing his mother out of her job to stay at home while his father continued working hard for even less than he had been earning before. Preston’s family scraped by below the poverty line until 1939 when main economic conditions began to stabilize again.
When WWII rolled around and the United States entered the War in 1941, Preston was 18. His father was already too old to be considered for war, but Preston began to fear he would soon be drafted, knowing that he could never handle a battle situation. If there was a god out there, it certainly heard Preston’s silent prayers every drafting period. Eventually, the war ended and Preston never ended up having to fight, although his peers criticized his cowardice, saying he should have been drafted just because of his squeamishness.
Preston finished school and moved out on his own in 1947, still staying within the city. It was then he met the people that would change the course of his life forever. They had seemed like a normal group of young persons around his age, though he only ever saw them smoking and hanging around at night as he returned to his apartment from work. They approached him one night, inviting him to a dinner gathering of sorts and he politely agreed, just happy to have something social to do for once. He should have felt wary of entering the underground hangout for a dinner party and, needless to say, he ended up being dinner at the end of their fangs.
Of course, he wasn’t the only human they’d invited there. But he was the only one spared from death. These were young and inexperienced vampires. Apparently, one of the girls had taken a liking to him from observing him for quite some time and so she turned him into a vampire as well, essentially gifting him a longer life. Preston didn’t see it as a gift, struggling with the concept of needing to feed at least once a week in order to survive. Fleeing from the group of young vampires, he tried to live off rodent blood for a while, but the taste was so awful, he couldn’t keep it down most nights. The Queens coven took him in, but they soon realized he was useless on hunts and he spends his nights on the receiving end of sneers.
He’s been contemplating leaving the Queens vampire coven for quite some time now, but doubts he would be able to survive on his own.

@yoyohayli

Accepted

[Blackbeard]

Its good, but just a heads up, these werewolves arent really the "wolfman" type. He could still be a little rough looking, though.

@Metronome

So is that an accepted? to be honest I might hold fire and either work on him a bit more or possibly change it up. I got 2 likes on the Voodoo idea so that seems popular. Would you guys like me to play that? (If so Alpha Werewolf is up for grabs)

EDIT: Infact I've already put something together, how does this look?

Voodoo Man

_{D a m i a n 'D o c' M o r a g a}

_{☩ A g e}

One hundred and twelve years young

_{☩ G e n d e r}

Male

_{☩ S p e c i e s}

Human

_{☩ R a n k}

Witch doctor

_{☩ I t e m s}

Doc regularly has his staff with him, mostly used as a decorative walking stick it is obviously also used in some of the darker rituals that he can preform.

_{☩ P e r s o n a l i t y}

Damian has the unnerving ability to say seemingly innocent words in the most sinister of tones. Talking to him has been described as a trap in itself, you feel as if you have already fallen into his web the moment he opens his mouth.
For all of his malevolent mannerisms, Damian is actually an easy man to understand. He will tell people stright up what he thinks, what they should do and above all what it will cost. A very knowledgeable man he is not afraid to scold someone for their ignorance, often using sarcasm as his verbal weapon of choice.

_{☩ H i s t o r y}

Damians history is shrouded in mystery, nobody ever asks and he will never tell. He is quite obviously of Spanish decent yet due to the circles he often travels in it is hard to assume that is where he grew up. He has tattoos covering the majority of his body including his face, some of them prison tattoos which give him quite the intimidating visage. Damian does not want his history to be public knowledge, people have speculated as to why, maybe it could catch up to him? maybe it could let slip all his secrets? one thing is for sure, anyone who looks into Damian Moraga must watch their back just a closely

_{☩ O t h e r}

Damian has been in New York for years now, he is an established member of the underground and all of its magical counterparts. He has many fingers in many pies so to speak and it is rare if not impossible for anyone to be ignorant of his presence. He owns a few business' yet the one he can often be found at is an upstreet tailors. If you want something done in New York, you go to see the Doctor.

[Metronome]

the werewolf was accepted. I've been getting several aps for rogue characters, but i really want the factions to be filled first. Without those, we won't ever start

[OtomostheCrazy]

I'm almost done with my CS! Just need to work on History!

[TheIrishJJ]

@Metronome Here's my character!

Rowan O' Brien

Name: Rowan O' Brien
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Regular member

Personality: Séamus has a very short temper. He will easily launch himself at someone if they make him angry, and he usually has no remorse. He also doesn't show much emotion. He doesn't like werewolves from other packs, but can get along with them after enough time, and with enough cooperation. He doesn't get on too kindly to other male wolves from his own pack, commonly starting fights. Thankfully, he's one of the strongest of the pack, meaning that he usually wins, or the other people give up. He doesn't like letting others give up though, as he'll be done whenever he's finished punishing them for whatever they've done.

Other: Speaks with an Irish accent.

Appearance:

Rowan is six foot five, and very muscular. He has brown/blond hair that he keeps short. He also has body hair on his front, arms, and legs.

Equipment/weapons:
Rowan is very strong, and doesn't need any weapons.

History: Rowan was born to a werewolf pack in Ireland. He grew up with five brothers and three sisters, all with whom he fought with. Rowan was the third oldest boy, and the fifth oldest altogether, and was a farmer on his family's land, and grew the strength to do this, and combined with fighting with his siblings, became strong. Tired of not being the top dog, Rowan decided to move to New York when he was 19 in order to try and gain more respect.

[flightless-angel-castiel]

This took a lot longer than it should have, and I was torn on who to make, what to make, how to make them... mhm. Well, here's this. I might make another, if it strikes my fancy later. I can fill a space you really need, if you wanna suggest a place.

Naomi

Name: Naomi Northcutt.
Age: 25.
Gender: Female.
Species: Werewolf.
Rank: Omega.

Personality:

Despite her ranking, Naomi is a scrappy little thing, having street smarts from her time living on it. She has to be scrappy, considering where she was pushed down in the pack. Naomi might be strong-minded, quick-witted, and have a sharp tongue, but she isn't physically strong. Even being a werewolf, she would be considered one of the weaker werewolves around, probably from her petite frame and the fact she doesn't, actually, like physical fights. She has a mouth on her but when it comes to actual fighting, she tries to stand up for herself, but in the end, she is usually beat. She isn't prideful, admitting when she's wrong easily, and also admitting defeat. She isn't that confident in herself, either, because she doesn't know how to fight as well as some of the other pack members. She's peaceful, more of a lover than a fighter, and only uses words as her weapons. Usually because she has too. Most of the time, she sits back and observes, only stepping in when she thinks something really stupid is occurring or something she heavily disagrees with.

Besides that, she's good at keeping quiet and unnoticed. She's a deep thinker, being in her own head a lot, and prefers the outdoors, and is usually found in them, be it hidden as a wolf or blending in with humans. She enjoys people-watching and has a good listening ear. She doesn't lie very well at all and she doesn't like lying, either. She's more honest and up front and very open, telling it like it is, coming off as blunt at times. She has long ago accepted her place in the pack, choosing to stay in her place rather than try and get out of it, considering that meant being brash physically and she didn't like that. Despite the way she has been treated, she is still very kind, with a open heart, and still tries to help others; having a low mindset of herself, she believes she belongs in the lowest ranking and still tries her best to help the pack, and whoever she comes across that needs it, when need be. She tries to be happy and positive, though that is sometimes hard.

Other: Naomi has a thick Cajun accent that usually stands out to most people.

Appearance:

Naomi

Equipment/weapons: None.

History:

Naomi was born in the swamps of Louisiana, to two kind-hearted werewolf parents. From there, she was taught to appreciate nature, be peaceful and positive, and love all things living. Her parents were not like many werewolves, angry and quick to fight. Instead, they had broken away from that and created a safe haven once they were pregnant with Naomi. Her parents could be considered very hippie-like, to be honest, and Naomi still had many of their morals and mindsets, just growing a sharp tongue once she was in New York. Naomi very much loved her parents but always felt like there was more out there for her. Another issue was her parents sheltered her very much, and she didn't know much about the world. When she was a teenager, she was stupid and young and ran away from a happy, but sheltered, home, to go to New York, where she had heard travelers coming through her small town talk about how beautiful and huge it was there. She got a hard taste of reality in the real world, learning quick she couldn't trust everyone, and having a hard journey to New York. But she didn't stop until she was in New York, despite all the hardships and learning that the world wasn't as pretty as her Louisiana home. Even then, she pushed for what she wanted, lived on the streets for a long time, until she was about nineteen. Then, she stumbled upon the wolf pack, and they took her in; she had never been in a pack before, had only really been around her parents for most of her life, until her travels but she hadn't made any actual friends during those, and so she was quickly pushed down the lowest rank, inexperienced in helping a pack and not understanding the ways it worked. During her travels and life on the streets, she grew quite the sharp tongue, which only got her into more trouble with the older, more experienced pack members, and so finally, she just accepted her place and does what she has too. She still does miss her parents and Louisiana but she enjoys the sights and people in New York too much to go back, and honestly, she is afraid to return, feeling like she has betrayed her parents in some way and can't return.

[Metronome]

Accepted

[Metronome]

@Metronome Here's my character!

Rowan O' Brien

Name: Rowan O' Brien
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Rank: Regular member

Personality: Séamus has a very short temper. He will easily launch himself at someone if they make him angry, and he usually has no remorse. He also doesn't show much emotion. He doesn't like werewolves from other packs, but can get along with them after enough time, and with enough cooperation. He doesn't get on too kindly to other male wolves from his own pack, commonly starting fights. Thankfully, he's one of the strongest of the pack, meaning that he usually wins, or the other people give up. He doesn't like letting others give up though, as he'll be done whenever he's finished punishing them for whatever they've done.

Other: Speaks with an Irish accent.

Appearance:

Rowan is six foot five, and very muscular. He has brown/blond hair that he keeps short. He also has body hair on his front, arms, and legs.

Equipment/weapons:
Rowan is very strong, and doesn't need any weapons.

History: Rowan was born to a werewolf pack in Ireland. He grew up with five brothers and three sisters, all with whom he fought with. Rowan was the third oldest boy, and the fifth oldest altogether, and was a farmer on his family's land, and grew the strength to do this, and combined with fighting with his siblings, became strong. Tired of not being the top dog, Rowan decided to move to New York when he was 19 in order to try and gain more respect.

@TheIrishJJ

You already posted him?

[TheIrishJJ]

<Snipped quote by TheIrishJJ>

You already posted him?

@Metronome

I hadn't finished him. Just wanted to show you him with everything done.

[Metronome]

Oh, accepted