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Tenebris; Life in The Hidden City

Thalia

In no mood to be held up by the sea of gyrating bodies on the dance floor, Thalia brought her powers to full force. The air around her quickly became too frigid for most to withstand, people whipped their heads around looking over her and then down at the dainty witch who's shimmering lavender hair stuck out like a sore thumb under the black lights of the club. Darkness was the name of the game at Tenebris and Thalia didn't exactly fit the bill externally. She tended to get given hell in the club by people who didn't know she could hold her own. People stumbled and fell over one another trying to get out of her path once they realized who she was. They didn't call her the Ice Queen for no reason. The last time someone had refused to get out of her way or at least let her pass by she'd frozen him solid where he stood.

Apparently, the commotion had attracted the attention of her dear friend Jensen who was now leaned over the edge of the balcony watching her make her way through the crowd. She grinned up at him, her dark eyes reflecting like an oil slick under the flashing lights of the club. He merely raised a brow at her before returning to his seat where she could no longer see him. Once again she cast out her magic, slicking the floors just ahead of her with ice, snowflakes forming around her as she manipulated area directly around herself.

She'd barely reached the bar when Venus slid her drink across the bar to her. The instant the glass touched her slender fingers frost rippled across its surface. Spiderwebbing across the clear surface until it was no longer transparent. Venus bobbed her head at the other young woman as she made her way back to the other bar goers. She flipped her long hair back into place as she sipped from the frosty glass in her hand, inspecting the webs of ice that had crystallized on its surface beautifully.

Tenebris; Life in The Hidden City

Though the sun shone brightly outside darkness engulfed everything inside Tenebris, that was how the club had gotten its name in the first place. It wasn't just because the creatures who frequented the place lived mostly in the shadows. It was owned by one of the oldest Vampires in existence. Sete was genuinely ancient, his memory stretched back to days before recorded history but no one could truly be sure of his age since there was nothing but seasons to mark the passing of time. He rarely came to the club, though, it was no longer his thing. In fact, Jensen wasn't so sure that he even recalled owning it. Some subjugated human probably made sure all the bills were paid, or else. He'd heard that Sete had a whole army's worth of humans who kept track of things for him. Since they were bonded to him by blood they never aged and remained at his side and under his rule until he saw fit to either turn them or dispose of them.

The drinks were free and though Lycans weren't capable of getting drunk Jensen nearly always had a whiskey of exquisite quality in his hand when he was in the club. It was almost always crawling with people even during the daylight hours. He was just tall enough to see over the crowd of dancing bodies and though his night vision in his skin wasn't on par with that of a Vampire's he could still see nearly as well inside the darkened club as outside. Most of the trouble was caused by the ever present swirls of smoky fog that whipped up in everyone's wake. Between the fog that densely covered the floor, the strobe lights, black lights, and the mirrors that covered the walls and ceiling Tenebris could be quite disorienting if you'd never been in the place.

He slouched, leaning on the bar as he waved for the pretty black haired bartender to get him another glass of whiskey, she knew what to pour him. Venus knew what the frequent fliers drank, she was also another subjugate of Sete and had lived in Risika for several hundred years already. The story was that Sete had saved her from something terrible because he admired her beauty but she had refused to be turned into a Vampire. Jensen could see why he would have wanted to turn her, beautiful emerald eyes that sparkled in the flashing lights paired with her new-moon-sky hair and porcelain skin. She was quite the looker with a tall lean body that though he was sure wasn't in fashion at the time of her subjugation was now something males drooled over. Despite her looks, Jensen could nearly see the darkness that swirled around her due to the effects of the Vampire blood that ran continuously through her veins. It repelled him on a primal level that he couldn't ignore, his wolf curled his lips at the thought.

Venus returned quickly with a fresh glass of whiskey for him, commenting on how nice he looked today. He simply shrugged at her comment, that hadn't been the goal. He supposed that he was particularly nicely dressed today since he'd just come from a meeting with his father. The godforsaken man thought they were the damned mafia or something. So a tailored white button down and black slacks it had been for the day. Jensen hated dressing up almost as much as he hated the inevitable and undeniable meetings with his father about him finding a mate so he could take over the pack. 'Find a good bitch son, not one of those mutts at the club I hear you go to all the time.' His father had lost his mind if he though Jensen was going to be mated at 24, absolutely lost his ever loving mind.

He thought about it with distinctive distaste as he moved through the throngs of moving bodies, paying no mind to when he was touched. It was one of the things that had truly tried his self-control when he started coming here, all of the people touching and sliding hands along his muscles. Females were the absolute worst about it. Today he was in no mood to deal with anyone, heading for the staircase to the upper floor of the club so he could watch the mass of sexually charged bodies from above and relax for once. He quickly found the booth he most commonly sat in when he was up here. He slid smoothly into the plush seating that was wrapped around the table, relaxing into the material as he sipped his whiskey.

Tenebris; Life in The Hidden City

Okay guys, I will definitely be starting this tonight when I get off work so be prepared.

Tenebris; Life in The Hidden City

@Shard
Thanks, much appreciated.

Tenebris; Life in The Hidden City

Okay, I've created a Discord server for the roleplay its called Tenebris. I don't particularly know how to operate Discord, never been on it until now.

https://discord.gg/7742t

After the End

Vivi

Name: Viviana Petrov
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic
Weapons: 64" recurve bow, set of 6 throwing knives, a 6" fixed blade knife
Skills: excellent hunter/gatherer, exceptional at herbal medicine
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Vivi has well above average reflexes and senses

Appearance:

Hider

Brief Personality: Vivi is quite nervous most of the time though she's excellent at hiding that fact. She's quick to fight and even quicker to flee if she thinks she's in a situation that she can't fight her way out of. She keeps people at a distance, rarely letting anyone get too close to her. Though she's exceptionally distrustful of other people she often tolerates them to make trades for good and get things she needs that she can't provide for herself.

Background: Vivi was but a child when the war broke out, however, because her parents had feared such a thing they'd made sure to prepare and learn skills that would be of benefit in such a crisis. It is because of this that Vivi can hunt in the manner that she does and has many of the skills that she does. Her parents traveled frequently, bartering for goods much the way Vivi does now. When she was 16 her mother died of cancer and her father was killed by bandits not long after her 19th birthday. Since then she's traveled predominantly alone, only seeking comfort from her dog Nikita and her horse Gunnar. She isn't quite sure how old Nikita is, she only knows that he was more than likely an older puppy when she happened across him. She took in the dog only a few weeks after her father was killed for protections. Nikita is around 4 or 5 years old. Gunnar is an entirely different story. She bartered several tanned hides among other goods for Gunnar when he was a young colt. She raised him entirely on her own with the occasional troubleshooting from a particular young man (Bain) she often encounters in her travels. Gunnar is 4 years old as well.
Currently, Vivi is just outside of a village she frequents to trade some of the pelts she's gathered over the last month or so along with some other things she's made or acquired.

Alone or with someone?: Alone mostly
Other: Vivi has a rather large black dog she calls Nikita that stays with her as well as a horse named Gunnar that she rides when traveling. She never strays far from her animals nor they from her.

Nikita

Gunnar

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Bain

Name: Bain Kearney O'Conner
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic; though he does have a place one the edge of town that a young woman upkeeps for him while he is away.
Weapons: 70" recurve, a Celtic dirk with an 8" blade, a 4" spring assisted knife, and a metal tomahawk
Skills: Superb horse trainer, survivalist, and trapper; handy at carving and making bows and other primitive weapons.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Bain is exceptionally predatory, its one of the reasons that he remains alone most of the time. He is faster and stronger than an average human and has senses much more on par with a wolf's. His canines are slightly enlarged as well.

Appearance:

Hider

Brief Personality: Bain isn't afraid to use his size or his abilities to intimidate people, he prefers to keep people at a distance and his appearance allows him to do this for the most part. He does occasionally indulge himself and enjoy the company of others but its a pretty rare occurrence. One might think of Bain like a rather large teddy bear, while pretty fierce looking and reserved on the outside he can be quite friendly when the occasion requires it.

Background(Please reveal your current location): While Bain was a child when the war broke out he quickly found his place among the fighting. His mother and father were a wealth of knowledge of on survival from growing up in an exceptionally rural area. When the war finally came to a head and the true destruction began Bain's parents made their way back to the farm where his grandparents lived. He was raised there and instructed in the old ways of living. His parents still live on the farm, having hunkered down well away from most of the fighting. Bain found his own way, especially when as a teenager he began to change into something far from human. The older he got the more he began to change and he was quickly drawn into the melee because of his abilities. When he turned twenty-two, however, he realized it was time to go out on his own. Since then he has traveled with his horses and lived primarily on his own, selling and trading goods and using his vast knowledge in horse training to help others. He's currently on his way back to town to sell some of his younger horses that he's collected from their pasture land.

Alone or with someone?: Alone currently
Other: Bain primarily breeds and trades horses though he does collect various good and items between the farm where he keeps his horses and town. His personal horses are two large Noriker horses; a gelding and a mare named Brann and Brenna.

Brann

Brenna

After the End

Hope this is okay, let me know if I need to change anything.

Vivi

Name: Viviana Petrov
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic
Weapons: 64" recurve bow, set of 6 throwing knives, a 6" fixed blade knife
Skills: excellent hunter/gatherer, exceptional at herbal medicine
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Vivi has well above average reflexes and senses

Appearance:

Hider

Brief Personality: Vivi is quite nervous most of the time though she's excellent at hiding that fact. She's quick to fight and even quicker to flee if she thinks she's in a situation that she can't fight her way out of. She keeps people at a distance, rarely letting anyone get too close to her. Though she's exceptionally distrustful of other people she often tolerates them to make trades for good and get things she needs that she can't provide for herself.

Background: Vivi was but a child when the war broke out, however, because her parents had feared such a thing they'd made sure to prepare and learn skills that would be of benefit in such a crisis. It is because of this that Vivi can hunt in the manner that she does and has many of the skills that she does. Her parents traveled frequently, bartering for goods much the way Vivi does now. When she was 16 her mother died of cancer and her father was killed by bandits not long after her 19th birthday. Since then she's traveled predominantly alone, only seeking comfort from her dog Nikita and her horse Gunnar. She isn't quite sure how old Nikita is, she only knows that he was more than likely an older puppy when she happened across him. She took in the dog only a few weeks after her father was killed for protections. Nikita is around 4 or 5 years old. Gunnar is an entirely different story. She bartered several tanned hides among other goods for Gunnar when he was a young colt. She raised him entirely on her own with the occasional troubleshooting from a particular young man she often encounters in her travels. Gunnar is 4 years old as well.
Currently, Vivi is just outside of a village she frequents to trade some of the pelts she's gathered over the last month or so along with some other things she's made or acquired.

Alone or with someone?: Alone mostly
Other: Vivi has a rather large black dog she calls Nikita that stays with her as well as a horse named Gunnar that she rides when traveling. She never strays far from her animals nor they from her.

Nikita

Gunnar

Post-Apocalypse Survival Plot

You've definitely got my interest. I'm assuming that the characters would be mutants trying to survive? Would they be in a community or traveling wanderers that happen to encounter one another?

Tenebris; Life in The Hidden City

I'll probably be starting this tonight guys, I'll also be looking into starting a chat forum for it.

Tenebris; Life in The Hidden City

@Gareth
I don't know how well it will fit into the roleplay but post it up and I'll give it a look over.

@Shard@MissCapnCrunch@CMDR Melander

All of your CSs look good so you're welcome to post them in the character tab.