Estylwen

Magic in the Park

@OwO Good point, I've finessed it a little bit more. How's it look now? :>

Magic in the Park

Fair point, I've updated it slightly!

Magic in the Park

Wooooow, what a transformation. Mathias is ready for his glam shot now. :D

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Reina's relationships are up! Please let me know if they need any changing or adding.

Reina's Relationships

Macaron Kataoka The Ashers and Kataokas had a bloody feud steeped between them, as both were eager for territory in the city. It all began when the Kataokas thought it would be a great idea to pluck off the weaker members of House Asher. In response, House Asher pushed on their territory, scoring a few blocks for themselves. They also flooded House Kataoka with spies. However, it came to a standstill when the majority of Kataokas were wiped out. Happy with their good fortune, Ashers took up more of their territory, and sent spies to watch over the remaining members. As of recent times, Reina is aware of a spy shadowing Macaron. Watching from rooftops, going through her garbage. Aware of her nature as a ticking time-bomb, Reina has instead left her stirstick in the pot, happy to wait and watch the next generation of Kataokas.	___________ “Monsters have a way of shaping you. For her, I feel a slight… camaraderie.” __________
Amaya Reina had seen her, once before, when she and a few members of the House were delving. Striking white light, and a dissemination of body parts. It was this same report of light that later came to her attention when members of House Aher were disappearing. Reina is unsure what cause of grief Amaya has, but has sent out her spies regardless. If she's found, she ought to be brought in for questioning…	___________ “What drives this girl? Blessed with light, yet blindly swinging in the dark...” __________
Mathias McGrath The DSC. A royal pain in her behind. Reina's relationship with them is… edgy, insincere, secretive. What House dealing with espionage, kidnapping and extortion would openly and willingly work with officers specifically geared to snuffing out this kind of stuff? Nay, House Asher would much prefer to lay out red herrings for the officers to snatch up. There's only one that doesn't take the bait, though. Mathias. It's only a matter of time until Reina and that bullheaded officer of the DSC come to a head. She'll want to be prepared for that moment, for it will go in her favour.	___________ “Cops are bad news. Period.” __________
Oz Falloch Falloch was a notable House due to Alexander Falloch. With his disappearance, many questions have aroused. Reina had cast a ring of spies into the thralls of House Falloch, but alas, without their explosive head, the spies were reduced to one. One lonely, faithful spy to watch over Alexander's prodigy son, Ozymandias. And Reina watches from afar, taking pity on the lost son. However, if he's anything like his father, he will need careful, careful watching. Perhaps, in the future, a meeting would be appropriate…	___________ “A tragedy, to be certain. Something good may yet come of this, however.” __________

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Okay, then if there are no outcries for justice, I'll have a post up tomorrow. ;>

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Oooh, that's a wonderful post, Irradiant! Would anyone like to post before my timeskip post? I think the scene at the execution platform has essentially concluded. :>

Recollections: Primal Sinister

@AtomicEmperor Aweeeesomeeee. Very excited. We have a huge line-up of fantastic-looking characters already.

Recollections: Primal Sinister

@AtomicEmperor Thank you, that's quite the compliment! The secret is to write until you go half mad. xD

Will you be joining us?

Recollections: Primal Sinister

Lorenza Adel

"The air is thick with sorrow in Cloverfield."

_______________________________________________ Lorenza Adel She/her | 23 | Caucasian | 64 inches | 110 pounds _______________________________________________ Subtle _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Every tattoo has meaning. Every bullet is meant." ___________________________________ [+] Knowledge of the Adel Legacy ⫻ Everything that is within the Adel Coven, including its rituals, inductions, and clandestine tattoos. This also includes the well-mapped sewers and safe houses scattered across the North and South of Cloverfield. Knife Adept ⫻ She knows how to throw knives and darts, and wield them for self-defense. Gun Adept ⫻ She knows how to load and wield pistols and rifles.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ”My guests prefer a beautiful vampiress." She stands at 5’4 with a slender build, piano fingers and manicured nails. Her skin is pale alabaster, with just a touch of honey. Her hair is ashen blonde, curly, with loose bangs. It's of medium-length, and often pinned together in an elegant up-do. Her ears are pierced once. She has an elegant and intricate shoulder-to-elbow tattoo filled with hidden meanings about her family, or it should be said, coven, and its relationship with its parts, and the city. A notable scar on her person is hidden beneath the rose over her right eye. The skin looks like a many-faced star, with the heart of it right where the bud of the flower grows. Her right eye has long been dysfunctional, a mere scarred mass. She is often seen wearing elegant evening dresses, formal wear, and gold. Her rose she distracts from or disguises with veiled hats.

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"Cloverfield: my lovely playground…"

MAIN GOAL ⫻ She wishes to find the sources of pain within Cloverfield, unearth them, and delicately exacerbate them. She also doesn't wish for other factions to have more power than herself over Cloverfield, and is very interested in ensuring the Adel Coven thrives. This means rooting out all the evil in Cloverfield, the wolves in sheep's clothing, so that only her soft and gentle evil remains.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Just because those around her are tools, doesn't mean she doesn't care about them. In fact, she might just care about a tool or a pet just as much as her own blood. She believes most doors open to subtlety, to well-placed generousness, and well-meaning. Intimidation is used as a last resort only. She prefers leeching information, and having that information to her advantage, as it can conquer before a blade can strike.

SECRETS ⫻ Her thralls of the Adel Coven often take part in ritualistic pain sessions, both physical and mental, to the benefit of the Adel family. She is completely fine with this. They also extort tributes from their thralls.

It is a family practice to reinvent themselves every twenty years or so in a new area of Cloverfield under a new name. Twenty years ago, they were known as the Lucilles Coven. This helps disguise just how long the Coven has had its roots in the people of Cloverfield.

Subtlety is most important for the Coven, however, and prefers to keep its existence a secret. However, it's only after the Cataclysm that the Adel Coven rose to the Lower District from their abode under the city, in the sewers.

SEXUALITY ⫻ N/A.

FEARS ⫻ She fears the Cataclysm happening again. She fears the police in the overworld of Cloverfield finding out about the Adel Coven. She fears the monsters coming to life in the city streets that threaten to disrupt her way and her family's way of living.

WHAT DID THEY DO DURING THE CATACLYSM? ⫻ Lorenza was present in the later stages of the fight, attracted to the overwhelming bouquet of pain and with a desire to protect Cloverfield from being wiped out, both in equal parts. Her curses were used to push back the onslaught.

FLAWS ⫻ On her worst days, Lorenza's competitiveness, cruelty, and cunningness get the better of her. These prevent her from seeing the bigger picture, and sometimes it takes a sharp jar for her to realize life is more than just extorting thralls.

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"Sure, I'll share a little of who I am with you, since you're so well-behaved."

Vampires.

They exist, especially so in Cloverfield, though they haven't always been so pronounced in their presence.

Lorenza was born to Jullius Adel and Maria Snow, the only possible way an Adel could actually have children. Adels were, in fact, a type of fairytale vampire, and so couldn't reproduce in ways normal humans, magic or not, do. So Lorenza grew up with a vampiric father and a wholly human, albeit magical, mother.

Lorenza noticed things were strikingly different from her mother. Mainly, her diet. While her mother ate fruits and vegetables, Lorenza preferred blood, and pain as an emotion. Once, her mother accidentally cut herself on a knife, and Lorenza immediately stuck the cut finger in her mouth, drawing out the pain. And Lorenza felt full afterward.

Lotenza also noticed another thing. Her mother aged, but Lorenza, after she reached twenty-one, stopped physically aging. She looked similar to her father, who also hadn't aged a dime.

Dialing back the years a few, when Lorenza was twelve, she saw the surface for the first time. Up until that point, she had lived under the streets in their home chiseled secretly into the sewer walls. It was midnight when she and her mother came up to the street level on the Lower District side of Cloverfield. Lorenza was in awe, staring up at the streetlights and watching cars pass along the streets.

However, when she and her mother were passing a particular alleyway, they were pulled in and roughly thrown to the ground. Men stood over the two of them, wielding knives and admiring the gold on them. But before they could put hands on her mother, Lorenza Kindled, and touched them. They immediately burst into black and red flames, and fell over each other as they tried to run away, before collapsing to the cement.

Mere moment later, the vision in Lorenza's right eye disappeared as a rose sprouted violently from within her eye.

Lorenza was officially an Adel.

From the night if her Kindling and onward, Lorenza would be involved in the deeper parts of the Adel Coven. Namely, participating in the pain and bloodletting rituals for sustenance, and perfecting her curses under the tutelage of her father.

“We need strong Adels. You will be the pride of our family, Lorenza.” Was what her father always said. Though his teaching method was strict, and punishment swift, Lorenza was attached to her father, and took on his lessons well.

Lesser family members, cousins and cousins-first-removed, were in charge of finding new thralls. Lorenza never suffered the bore of finding more willing victims unless it was what she desired. And when she requested doing her high-school studies in a proper school above, instead of being homeschooled, she found many, many disenfranchised youth of the North side of the line that were eager to find a way to get rid of their pain, dealing with insufferably vain parents. They were also more than happy to pay tribute. Her father was pleased.

Lorenza, among other powerful members of her Coven, made a stand against Nadine and Nyrah, hurling everything could at the villains. In the aftermath, a striking vacuum of power left the South wide open. Lorenza's father almost immediately purchased a mansion on the South side, and the Adels and their thralls began living on the surface, reveling in the night and prowling the streets.

Currently, Lorenza has been tasked with identifying other factions shaping up in the city, both North and South. Anything that would take a slice from their pie: The citizens of Cloverfield.

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"I can be your boon, or an excruciating bane..."

TYPE ⫻ Adept

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Cursed Bloom - Vampiric Curses that affect the mind and body of the unfortunate. Blue and Orange Lux. Channeler is the red rose growing out of her right eye.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻

The Cursed Bloom has been passed down the Adel lineage for the past 200 years, manifesting itself as a rose of varying shades. The rose takes what it gives, demanding a sacrifice for its power - the true nature of a curse. With Lorenza's father, it took one of his hands. With Lorenza, it took one of her eyes.

With this exchange, Lorenza is entirely transformed. Cursed with immortality and the weaknesses of vampires, such as not being able to be in sunlight, cross moving water, or enter a home unbidden. However, she has a few boons. Appealing to the senses, fangs on her canines, and a diet that is fairly easy to maintain in the damaged city that is Cloverfield. She also has her developing curses that are unique to each Adel.

Curses are given by being in contact with Lorenza's aura, about a five foot radius. They have the ability to eat through Emotional Fields. The victim only needs to be within Lorenza's aura for a few seconds for the curse to slowly be applied. A curse takes about thirty seconds to be delivered in full.

Physical Curses

Internal Bleeding ⫻

Cuts and lacerations are struck through in all the internal organs of the victim, causing blood to pool in the stomach and other places it's not supposed to be. Coughing up blood and nosebleeds are common preliminary side effects. As it worsens, weakness, dizziness, low blood pressure, and unconsciousness are possible side effects. Left untreated, it could lead to death after a few hours.

Pain ⫻

The nerve endings all over the body are targeted and stimulated, sending pain impulses to the brain that overload the victim with acute sensations of pain. Whether that's burning or stabbing pain, it's really up to the victim's interpretation of the pain.

Mental Curses

Forgetfulness ⫻

The mind is cursed to forget recent events. This can be as short as the last ten minutes, or the last hour. The victim won't entirely forget; they will have scraps of nonsensical notions that they're forgetting something important, maybe a few foggy faces.

Demon Curses

Lux Bane ⫻

This is currently the most powerful curse Lorenza has developed. A victim within her aura will suddenly catch flame and burn with red and black flames. These flames are burning as well as parasitic, not being snuffed out by conventional means. The parasites within the flames devour Lux, weakening any magical being. The flames devour flesh, weakening any mundane being. It spreads rapidly across the body, hungry. An overwhelming amount of magical Lux can snuff out the flames, as opposed to water or limiting oxygen. The magical Lux should be explosive, like nuking the flames.

Vampiric Nature

Pain Sense ⫻

Lorena is able to sense the pain seeping off a person or being within thirty feet. This includes varying degrees of pain, such as discomfort, anxiety, depression, anger, and apathy. The more poignant it is, the more easily Lorenza is able to sense it.

Pain Absorption ⫻

If the victim is within Lorenza's aura, she is able to absorb that pain in its entirety. The victim will feel a striking, cathartic absence where their pain once was. It's incredibly soothing. No matter how much pain, anger, or grief the victim tries to will up, it all just disappears into a spiraling void. Lorenza is devouring these emotions in real time, and gaining fullness and satisfaction from it. She will often pretend to suck someone’s blood to make it appear like her bite has magical pain-sucking properties.

Blood Subsistence ⫻

Along with devouring pain, Lorenza also subsists on blood. She uses her fangs to pierce the skin, and suck blood. Her stomach is able to metabolize the blood, and she derives most of all her nutrients from it.

Cursed Artifacts

Bloom Creations ⫻

A gift from her mother, Lorenza earned her Orange Lux from her, and is able to imbue objects with her curses. Curses that she has practiced many times before are easier to create into an artifact, while newer spells or entirely unique spells take a long time to imbue an object. This is a difference between days and weeks.

An example of a Bloom Creation Lorenza can make is a type of grenade. A stone that is imbued with a curse, that she can throw. It has her aura in it, allowing her to reach further places to infect with her curse without putting herself at risk.

LIMITS ⫻

All curses that Lorenza inflicts successfully, she gets rebound of 20% of the overall infliction.

Emotional-Fields take some time to eat through, and will not allow Lorenza to outright kill anyone.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

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"I've scheduled a session for you with our psychologist next Tuesday."

Her Theme

Iris Ascendis

Ciara:

Iris Ascendis

Ciara Ventura

Iris Record, Second Floor
@Nanaya, @AThousandCurses, @ERode

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Ciara's eyes immediately glanced to Iraleth, the back of her neck prickling. But instead of advancing at her, Iraleth near-collapsed. Reflecting what they all were feeling.

Calling the guards… Did Iraleth think she had given up on running?

Ciara's lips pursed, glancing down at the barely breathing Davil in her arms. Her every instinct was screaming to get away from here. Even the voices. But… Davil could die. And despite what the group thought of her, Ciara wasn't the type to sacrifice the weak for her own salvation. Davil needed a doctor. Then, and only then, would she worry about herself.

"Remember why you are here. Even though you have helped Davil, your name still hasn't been cleared by a person of authority for the guards. So…”

Chunji

Ciara reflexively sucked on her teeth, cursing quietly under her breath as she allowed Chungi to take Davil from her arms. He was right. If the guards saw her, right now, would they try to kill her? The thought made her stomach knot.

"So, stay behind me. At least until we can ease the situation."

Chunji

Ciara pursed her lips, before she curtly nodded, eyes tight, and silently moved to stand behind Chunji.

It was in that moment a Door manifested, and out stepped Otis. Ciara's eyes immediately narrowed, and her teeth clenched. He had led her in the direction towards Davil but… It was like he had known her every move. Even now, he knew they had retreated from the third floor. Somehow, he must have had access to the cameras.

Did that mean… He was the one who cursed the cameras with that fate-awful light?

If she was right, it meant his presence was a bane, not a boon. Of course, she had overheard Otis’ desire to capture her. Her own predicament was alive and kicking. She had, after all, dragged some unwitting guards to hell in her attempt to flee.

Otis had a gun strapped to him. The same that he had used to scare her before blowing Mannekins back. Another red flag. And, as ridiculously as it felt, given her physical circumstance, she felt herself slipping into fight or flight.

Until Otis offered a vial. Ciara took it without her eyes leaving the gun on his side, waiting for him to busy himself with the others before her gaze dropped to the dark liquid inside.

"Drink. It'll help with the pain and the adrenal dump. I'll bring you four to the hospital proper.”

Otis

“It's from the darkness, what could possibly go wrong?” Said an adoring Voice.

“Yes, don't we trust the darkness?” Another Voice chimed in agreement.

“He's not here to help me.” Ciara thought flatly.

“Let's see! Drink it!” The Voice replied eagerly.

Ciara's heart thrummed in her ears, impossibly quick. Would he use his gun to force it down her throat? Not like she could fight him off, or anyone off at this point.

The potion glinted in her hand. A dark look crossed her face, before she cursed quietly, popped the cap, and downed it in a gulp.

The effects began almost immediately. A reduction in pain. More of a… pleasant feeling swirling around her. Ciara watched Chunji administer bandages, feeling the euphoria only increase. It increased to a comfortable level… then went far, far beyond that.

Ciara looked up at the Door, forgetting why they were traveling through it in the first place.

“A… hospital?” A Voice said listlessly, confused itself.

Ciara's pupils were tightly constricted, blinking in confusion as she saw Chunji’s figure slowly recede. Him and Davil. Where were they going? She should follow. It made sense to follow, she thought. She didn't want to be left here alone.

One step, before Ciara took in a sharp intake of air, and collapsed. The floor was cold. Her limbs were tingly. The heat of euphoria warmed her insides, sent her mind spiraling a mile away.

Something was wrong.

Ciara slowly tried to crawl onto her hands and knees, her limbs feeling like noodles.

Was she… drugged?

Slowly, her head raised, her breath low and haggard. Her eyes latched onto Otis', burning with weak, betrayed fury.

“You… you bastard, what did you do to me?!”