Gargoyle

Vahara

Alright-y then, posted :P. Now we wait, I suppose.

Vahara

Her dreams were plagued with crying. Katrina found herself in total darkness, not able to even see five feet in front of her. She was surrounded by the pained cries and wails of those she had slain in the name of Bellatrix. Katrina wanted to yell, wanted to scream for it to stop, but she knew it would do no good. Although she was not paralyzed, Katrina could not take a single step forward. Her attempts to cover her ears proved fruitless as the noise blared in her head, as permeating as ever. Eventually, Katrina slouched over and waited to be awakened.

Katrina was familiar with this dream, or rather, nightmare, so much so that she was able to distinguish it from reality. She was thankful when three sharp knock interrupted it. She stood in the darkness, smiling slightly, and watched as it dissipated into her bed. Her room. Vahara. She let out a sigh of relief and sat up, but made no effort to answer the knocking. She yearned for more sleep, but knew that there was no one who would show up at her home unless it was related to her duties. "The queen summons you, Red Blade." Confirmed the one who had been knocking. Katrina was not surprised, she had been frequently called for in the past. Katrina's smiled blossomed, even as her head slowly shook from side to side. "Quickly now. Before she has both our heads on pikes." Katrina could hear a tone of contempt in his voice, as was common when some spoke of their queen. The man was likely not to be a true believer of Bellatrix's supposed title of prophet.

Katrina waited a few seconds before responding "Yes... yes of course. Give me a few moments to dress." The voice complied while Katrina rose out of bed, trading her night gown for a white tunic, long brown loose-fitting pants, and her armor over that. Katrina gripped Red and sheathed it in the harness on her back. She combed her hair slightly, enough to make herself presentable, before exiting her home. Before her was a young man with no notable characteristics, as most of the queens grunts lacked. She said nothing as she passed him, heading towards the castle.

"Wait!" The soldier shouted. Katrina made no effort to stop, or even slow down, forcing the man to jog in order to catch up with her. The both moved in silence through city, Katrina paying no mind to the chatter around her, common folk making conversation or bargaining for goods. As they got closer and closer to the queens castle, less and less people were outside. The fear for Bellatrix was visible, the very streets themselves tense and unbroken. Katrina moved with a certain grace about her, and one could be mistaken for noticing the way she pressed down on her teeth. Though she would not admit it, she feared the queen as much as any one else. She is the prophet. She is our queen. Katrina repeated in her head. Most days that was enough to get her through the day, and hopefully today would be like no other. The two climbed the castle steps up to Bellatrix's throne room. The grey of the castle did not suit her majesty, but then again, not much could suit a woman dubbed as 'The Mad Queen.'

Katrina entered the throne room alone, and noticed that two others have already arrived. One was easily identifiable as The Butcher, by the large mask in his hand as he knelt before the queen. The other Katrina had to strain a bit to recognize as the Blood Hunter. She had never seen him before, and could only tell based of the unusual weapon he wielded and the stories she had heard. She bowed before the queen, before kneeling herself. Katrina did her best not to look at Bellatrix as she did, and glued her eyes to the red carpet below her. Now all that was left to do was await her orders.

Broken Empire (Asian/Wuxia/Martial Arts Roleplay)

I've heard about it, but my computer is too crappy to actually run it.

Making up a martial arts style should be fun though :P

Texarkana by Night owod

Gaius Cartiea

Name: Gaius Cartiea
Clan: Assamite (Visier)
Gen: 13
Haven: Apartment Room in The Park at Summerhill
Nature: Sage (Demeaner: Fatalist)

Attributes
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 3
Stamina: 2

Charisma: 3
Manipulation: 3
Appearance: 2

Perception: 3
Intelligence: 4 (+1 from freebies )
Wits: 4

Abilities:
Talents:
- Alertness 3
- Dodge 2
Skills:
- Firearms 1
- Security 2
- Stealth 4
- Survival 2
Knowledge:
- Academics 2
- Investigation 4
- Occult 4
- Science 1
- Linguistics 2 (English Native) (Irish-Gaelic, Latin)

Backgrounds:
Library - 5
Mentor - 2 (+2 from freebies)

Disciplines: (3)
- Auspex - 1
- Celerity - 2

Blood: 10
Will: 4
Humanity: 6

Virtues:
Conscience - 3
Self-Control - 3
Courage - 4

Merits:
- Coldly Logical (-1)
- Danger Sense (-2)
- Innate Magical Ability (-5)
- Lucky (-3)
- Guardian Angel (-6)
- Literacy (-2)

Flaws:
- Child (+3)
- Curious (+2)
- Nightmares (+1)

Appearance


Brief history:(Point out any inconsistencies please, since I'm not familiar with the game):
Gaius was born in North Dakota to two rich British parents. He lived a relatively simple life before he was turned, free from any real struggle or strife. He spent most of his days either reading simple chapter books or exploring the large mansion his family lived in. Things have a way of turning for the worst when people least expect it, and children, in their innocence, never expect it. His parents, and all their servants, where bled dry by a single vampire posing as a tutor hired for Gaius. Gaius had been transformed by the Assamite, and taken away to travel with him and the group of children that he had sired. Eventually, they arrived in Florida where the group settled posing as an academy for academically gifted children. Gaius felt trapped there, and resented the man who had taken his life away from him. Still, there he was taught to read at a more advanced level, and about his new form. The others had already given up on escape, but shared Gaius' resentment. One night, Gaius could handle it no more, and set fire to the building, killing all those trapped within.
Except for his Sire.

Gaius was chased through the city that night, before he was cornered. The two were spotted, thankfully by another vampire who took it upon himself to slay Gaius' predator. This man, who called himself Francis, was an Assamite as well, and took it upon himself to mentor the boy. The two had from then on set out to travel with his mentor. He had no where to go, and the random path he chose lead him to the relatively nearby Texarkana, where they decided to settle. Since then, Gaius' shared a haven with Francis, a small apartment room in the Park at Summerhill. Gaius spent his time collecting books of intrigue, as he felt he needed some way to make himself useful, despite his permanent child like physique. He is plagued by nightmares of the fire, and the cries of those he had destroyed in order to obtain his freedom.

Vahara

When I get home I'll be able to work on a post :P

[High-Casual]White Lotus: The New Breed.

I'm good with gore.
With firebending how should I handle burns >_>.

Vahara

Great, I've never reached a point in an RP were my character was killed off, so I'm looking forward to seeing how far Katrina can go.

[High-Casual]White Lotus: The New Breed.

Dropped off a post already so I'm hoping you mean the post after that one :P.

@Stitches: Is it fine to assume that she wouldn't react to Gai's coughing :O? If not I'd be happy to change it.

[High-Casual]White Lotus: The New Breed.

A moment after seating himself, Gai realized that amidst his panic he had forgotten to actually get anything to eat for breakfast. His stomach growled, but not loud enough to persuade him to get up and do something about it. He figured that the portions where too meager to risk embarrassment, and would do little ore then tease his appetite anyway, so he simply put his head on down in an attempt to fall asleep. The cold of the stone was off-putting, so Gai lifted his head and took in a deep breath. When he exhaled, it was through his nose releasing heat. The table was warmed enough to be tolerable. Gai had set many fires like tis before, but he had practiced enough during his winter travels to be able to output the correct amount of power each time.

Gai set his head back down, the warmth of the table inviting him to drowse off. Hi eyelids felt heavy as he realized just how tired he was. The previous nights sleep was simply not enough for Gai to function alertly. He had nearly fallen asleep when he heard someone approaching. Gai forced his eyes open, and rested his chin on the table quick enough to catch a glimpse of the young air bending woman from before, when they where all getting introduced, before she placed a sheet of parchment between the two of them. It was apparent to Gai that she was determined to act as she had before, completely oblivious to the presence of others. She simply read and slurped her noodles as she read.

By then the heat from the table was fading fast, and Gai lifted his head to sit up. He couldn’t tell if he was offended or grateful for the woman’s disregard for Gai. Behind him, he could hear the conversations between the other three apprentices: Kasumi, Pema, and Jun. They seemed to be discussing a sparing match between the two, much to Gai’s surprised. He wondered how they all had managed to become so familiar with each other this quickly. He considered joining in, but was curious about the woman before him. He wondered if what she was doing was deliberate. What was her name again Gai asked himself. In truth, he hadn’t been paying too much attention to the introductions. He was too busy wondering about the Jun, and if he really was the man from before. Lana? No… Lemur! Yeah, that’s it. No, wait, that couldn’t possibly be her actual name… but it is all I have to go on after all Gai decided he should try and take his chances now, rather then go through his time here choosing the empty table each time.

Gai coughed in an attempt to get the woman’s attention. When she failed to react, Gai tried again, but louder. When she continued to ignore him, Gai began to cough loud enough to almost be wheezing. Frustrated, Gai finally spoke. “Um, y-your Lemur right? The air bender?” Gai hated when he stuttered, and his voice felt raw from when he overdid his coughs. “I’m Gai. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled slightly. Each second waiting for a response dug into his stomach. Being ignored caused Gai to feel insecure, and right now he felt as if he were naked in front of a mob. He waited for her response.

Vahara

Is there a cap to how many people can join?