Hellion

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D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

Was it truly happening? Had the fight come to an end, and the possibility of leaving the forsaken underground nesting place becoming a reality? The group made their way back from where they began, and thankfully nothing more remained in their way. The rats most likely fled after the fall of the larger, supernaturally charged leader. Evil was something never to be trifled with, and Vah’lux could feel it all around her, even as they made it back up the incline to the surface.

“I do hope that this instance is not a reflection of the rest of this land.” The Goliath commented while following the troupe down the dirt road on their return trip to the temple. “As I’m sure I echo the rest of your thoughts, I for one would be satisfied never to see another rat again.” Vah’lux allowed a slight low chuckle to follow the comment, surveying the area during the long walk.

Her eyes looked toward the darkening sky as sunset quickly approached, but was happy to be able to witness such magnificence once again. The gods seemed pleased, or perhaps it was only her hope they were, as the Goliath felt it a daily challenge to appease their deities in any way that was deemed acceptable in their eyes. She did hope that Kavaki and Manethak, specifically, would be quite happy with her actions over the course of many years, the trials she’s had to face, the near-death experiences endured, and the freedom she so wishes to taste once again.

Freedom. What does that really mean in this new world?

The temple was a sight for sore eyes indeed, and the priest himself was likened to a friend you never knew at all, but was glad to come back to in the end. Perhaps it was his good-natured mannerisms -whether they be out of obligation or otherwise- but the Goliath had much respect for the human and his unfulfilling task of keeping the spiritual order of things. The healing he was able to bestow upon the group was quite miraculous, if one could call it that, and Vah’lux not only felt better physically, but her sense of morale felt as though it had been raised just enough to make it over the dark wall which seemed to blind her at the worst of times.

“Once again priest, your time and hospitality is most welcomed.” She nodded in his direction, while sitting against the back wall, and rubbing her forearm where the wound from the dire rat had once been. A small scar -barely noticeable- remained, but a small price to pay to be healthy once again.

The Goliath stood to her feet; light from the candles and torches along the wall would cast a large growing shadow across the floor, as the pseudo-giant stretched her limbs and rubbed the tension from her shoulders and neck. There were few places where humans and the like dwelled, in which a Goliath could feel they had enough room to move about without knocking anything over in the process. And the temple in which they took shelter had been one of those. Of course anything was better than where they had come from.

The water from the large clay pitcher given to her by the priest felt refreshing as Vah’lux stripped away the thick linen under-wraps from her chest and pelvic area and did her best to wash the blood and muck from her slate-toned skin. Nudity was something that was never seen as anything but a natural occurrence to many species within the world, especially the Goliath, who thought nothing of it. But, part of her also knew the customs of many human cultures were not of her own, and once she cleaned as much as she could with a pale of water and an old rag, the Goliath draped the blanket around her shoulders, as the rest of the warm fabric fell just about to the middle of her muscular thighs. There was no shame felt for herself, but she glanced at the priest and nodded all the same, feeling as though she should at least respect his domain.

Feeling better all around, Vah’lux took a seat on a nearby stone bench and leaned her head back against the cool wall, as her eyes blankly stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows cast from the various light sources dancing around.

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

There were times the walls of dirt, roots, and bones that made up much of the tunnel felt as though it could all come crashing down onto the mighty Goliath. It was already a tight squeeze for one of her stature and weight, but the idea of possibly never seeing the great painted sky again was a dreadful feeling. Never to behold a golden sunrise or sunset as was once the case. Never to cast her gaze upon the moon as it smiled down onto her children. The very brush strokes of the gods, meticulously adding bits of detail to cloud formations during the day, and the countless stars at night. All would be lost to Vah’lux in one fell swoop if the tunnel would become her end.

But, the pseudo-giant shook off the dread, closing her eyes for a moment and focusing on her slowed breathing, listening as the dank, musty air flowed in through her nose, and then out through her mouth. It would all be fine. It had to be.

“To the temple we should return then.” She said, her voice low and calming, as she opened her eyes once again to look upon the underground den of evil. “I only pray this is the last we’ll see of this place, or anything even remotely like it.”

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Hell's Belles

Nicole Stathos | Gangrel | 13th Generation

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Who do you trust?
Tell me who do you trust?
I see 'em coming at us
But when the molotov drops
Tell me who do you trust?

Name: Nicole “Nyx” Stathos

Age: 26
Actual: 26

Species: Kindred (neonate)

Clan: (Urban) Gangrel

Disciplines: Celerity | Obfuscate | Protean
Note: her Sire’s former Sabbat affiliation has granted the above disciplines

Generation: 13th

Appearance: Standing at five-foot-four with a weight proportionate and lean muscle, Nicole had always been considered “small but tough” throughout most of her life. She’d been a very physical person, whether it was in work or play, and her shorter than average stature continued to push her to challenge everything.

Her hair, once long, wavey, and beautiful in her mortal life, was reduced to nothing. Shaved down to the scalp out of a fit of rage, after realizing a deep wound given to her by an assailant post-Embrace left one side of her head partially scarred. A spot where hair would never grow properly again.

A tomboy for the most part, typical clothing for her had always been more or less “streetwear”, or at the very least, tshirt, jeans and sneakers. Very rarely did she ever dress up for an event, unless it was absolutely necessary.

Personality: Confident. Outspoken. Polite. Genuine. Compassionate. Just a few traits that could sum her up. Always putting those she cares for first, Nicole would rather live a life where others are the center of her focus. However, don’t ever mistake her friendly disposition with weakness, as she will quickly remind you otherwise. Emotions can run high with her at times, especially in cases dealing with her struggles of immortality and adjusting to the unlife, however she does her best to repress those thoughts and tears in order to move on.

Biography

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“Your body is dying...pay no attention.”

The unforgettable quote from Interview with the Vampire resonated -oddly enough- within the woman’s otherwise agonized thoughts as she remained curled up in a fetal position on the cold, filthy tile floor of an unfamiliar kitchen in an equally unknown apartment. A place she will most likely never forget. A place she should have never found herself anyway in the late hours. The darkness. The horrible smell of trash, old bleach, spoiled milk, blood, and death. But not fresh death. Rather a creature whose body was rotten from long ago and far past its expiration date. The room had been full of them only minutes before, but now it was only...the silence. All but her heart, as the pumping slowed to a halt, and the once mortal coil she lived with for twenty-six years continued its transformation into something entirely more impressive. Perhaps even more monstrous. What was happening on that night? And more so, what had happened to the large man who caused this shift of lifestyle? A paradigm that was once laid out for the young woman, now turned to a path of uncertainty. The attackers, who had come out of nowhere, resulting in a scar across the woman’s face that may never heal.

And the creature...the hairy beast who saved her from a gruesome death.

How does one find themselves in such a situation?

It only makes sense to go back to the beginning.

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Situated between the megacities of San Francisco and Los Angeles, and bordering Yosemite National Park, Nicole was born to a middle class family in the relatively sleepy town of Fresno. Daughter of a retired police captain, and a flower shop owner, the girl was - at times- standing before a crossroad, wondering just where to go with her life. She respected both of her parents occupations, as law enforcement and entrepreneurship were no easy tasks, however, after graduating highschool, it seemed that her father’s line of work had the most influence during her life and the Fresno Police Academy was the next major step on her journey. Was it something she dreamed of? Not necessarily. But she was never quite sure what her dream was, and simply settled for familiar territory.

Fast-forward seven years, arduous training, political bullshit, misogynist leadership, and generally gathering as much street knowledge as possible, and Nyx found herself in Los Angeles, or more specifically, West Hollywood, working undercover for the LAPD’s narcotics department for a few months. New to the division, but not the life of a police officer, the woman certainly proved capable enough in cracking a number of smaller pending cases that had otherwise baffled the local precincts. Perhaps the chaos and massiveness of Los Angeles simply needed a fresh perspective from a small-town girl, or perhaps, there were greater forces at work. Either way, Nicole was given the chance to strike at the heart of a blackmarket operation, as a meeting with the suspected ringleader was set into motion, with the young woman going as the “potential buyer”.

A few days before the meet -and simply wanting to unwind after a long day- Nyx met a few friends and coworkers at a quaint pub in Fairfax on Melrose Avenue, hoping to drown the stress and anxiety she felt at times on the job. It wasn’t the best idea for a cop, but it sure sounded great at the time. While sitting at a small table near the back corner of the pub, chatting it up with the others, Nicole couldn’t help but glance across the room, almost as though a subtle voice compelled her to do so, as she nervously curled a lock of her shoulder-length auburn hair around an ear. It felt...right. The feeling of possibly knowing the young brunette who sat at the bar nursing some sort of refreshment and exchanged eye contact. Within a few moments, Nicole excused herself, asking the others if they wanted anything from the bar, before heading over there, solely focused on the beautiful woman with the intoxicating smile. Very few friends even knew much about her personal life, especially when it came to relationships or sexual preference, but it all didn’t matter at that moment. There was only her and the mystery woman, and Nicole was intrigued. Stepping up to the bar next to her, she ordered for her friends, to at least keep up the appearance that she wasn’t just strangely drawn to a random female. Small talk or otherwise, they both spoke, Nicole finding herself smiling and blushing more than she had in a long time, caught off guard by the compliments and subtle flirtatious gestures from the woman who called herself “Eva”. After what could have been a solid five minute conversation, Eva handed Nyx a black business card, with a beautifully crafted lavender-tinted “E” emblazoned on the front, with parting words to contact her if she needed anything.

Nicole didn’t quite know what to think of that -just meeting her and all- but she smiled and nodded, before heading back to her table with a new pitcher of beer in her hands and a contemplative expression. Her friends gave the woman their own suspicious looks as to wonder what was going on between the two. One could only imagine.

The Animal I have Become.

The evening of the meet put Nicole in the heart of Park Mesa Heights, one of the roughest neighborhoods in South Los Angeles, and one of a dozen or so areas where cops were found brutally murdered with very little trace of the culprits. Unexplained shit was the norm it seemed these days, so Nicole wasn’t surprised that her backup -two unmarks- were mostly reluctant to take the job considering where the meet was taking place. But, early intel reported very little gang interference that night, so they had to take the opening while it was still possible. With backup flanking both sides of the condemned tenement along 15th Street, Nicole made her way to the second story apartment, as instructed via the dealer’s email, stepping over piles of trash, sleeping, drunk, or high vagrants, and dead rats before knocking at the door which opened within moments.

Greeted by a tall, muscular, bearded man dressed in mostly leathers and covered in tattoos, Nicole followed behind and locked the door per his request. The place was in shambles as one would expect from a building that had been considered “unsafe to occupy” for years, but it looked as though plenty of undesirables took shelter regardless of the concerns.

“I’ll cut right to the chase.” The large man stated, crossing his arms. “I’ve been watching you for awhile, and I know all about you.” He paused for a moment, before allowing a smirk to cross his lips. “Officer Stathos.”

Nyx wasn’t prepared for what had just happened, and her body tensed, her poker face giving away more than she probably hoped for. How the fuck does he know? Was there an insider feeding this shithead police-sensitive information? But he couldn’t know that much. Clearly it’s a bluff.

“Look, I don’t kn-”

“Don’t bother denying it, Nicole. I have literally every piece of intel on you that goes all the way back to mom and pop’s home in cozy Fresno.” He shrugged, while his voice remained even-toned and nonthreatening. “The bottom line is, you’ve got guts, you’re a good cop, and I want you.”

The woman cocked her head slightly, and was just about to say something, until he continued.

“No, not in the way you’re thinking, my friend. You’re not my type.” He snickered, taking a few steps closer. “More like, joining a family who will stick by you through thick and thin.”

The woman wasn’t quite sure how to respond, so she simply didn’t, but rather backed toward the door. Locked. Fuck.

“Now I know this is all a little unorthodox, but I assure you it’ll be over before you know it.” The bearded man kept his arms crossed as he stepped closer.

“Look, just stay the fuck away from me!” She exclaimed, slowly reaching for the 9mm tucked behind her.

The other simply shook his head. “I wouldn’t do that.” He responded, and before the firearm could be presented, supernatural speed positioned him directly at the woman’s side, knocking the weapon from her hand and pinning her against the door with strength that felt like the weight of a garbage truck had pressed down against her torso.

“You can struggle...” The man growled, his eyes glowing a subtle amber as he pierced her own frightened gaze. “But it’ll only make what’s coming next all the more painful.”

“Wait-”

Before further protest, a sharp pinch surged through the flesh on her neck, the muscles tensing, causing the woman to recoil and attempt to pull away from the iron grip of the large bearded man. But the short-lived pain quickly turned to a pleasurable experience as her body slowly relaxed, and the blood being siphoned from the open artery flowed freely and with little resistance. Her mind, body, and soul would all succumb to the song of the kindred. The Kiss. The Embrace. What felt like an eternity had only been a few moments, but the vampire who would become her Sire carried the woman to the center of the living room and laid her down onto the floor, before opening his wrist to allow his new Childe to feed. And feed she did, without much hesitation in fact, as though the very lifeforce which coursed through his veins called out to her. Beckoning her to become one. One flesh. A pact that would be unbreakable until Final Death.

In a sudden turn of events, the front door of the apartment was kicked in and off its hinges, and three figures -silhouetted by the light of the street ambience- rushed in, catching the Gangrel off guard. The lead assailant, a hefty dark-skinned brute with a shaved head and gold teeth snarled baring fangs as he leapt with inhuman speed at the bearded vampire, knocking him against the adjacent wall. The large Gangrel recovered quickly, landing on his feet and springing forward with ebony claws out and rage in his expression. The altercation between the two seemed to go on for what could have been mere seconds at their rate of acceleration, with growls, hisses, and the crunching of bone and cartilage with each exchange of punches and kicks.

And there was Nicole, her body slowly going through the agonizing physical and psychological transformation of vampirism, was of little use in an otherwise vulnerable state.

But, it mattered not, for as quickly as the fight started, it ended, with the Gangrel being held by the other two attackers, and the leader pulling a large iron rod from his coat and placing it over the heart of the bearded one.

“How did you find me?” The Gangrel hissed through clenched teeth.

“No one dips out on the Sabbat.” The dark-skinned man growled before driving the rod through the other’s chest, eliciting a blood curdling howl before his body went limp. “Take that punk-ass outta here.” He spat. “I’ll deal with his bitch.”

The woman’s body continued to react to the vitae introduced into her system minutes early, even as she stared up at the man looming over her with a poisonous grin, trying to formulate words of help or to plead for her life. She had no idea what was transpiring at that moment. Was she drugged? Had she been hit by something? Her head throbbed, muscled convulsed, and veins burned with a fire from a thousand suns. The Gangrel’s own blood was killing every cell in her body, reforming organs and tissue into something else. Something...monstrous.

“Pathetic lil dog.” He shook his head mockingly. “Not even worth my time, but can’t leave any loose ends.” He said, pulling a military grade tactical knife from his coat. “And yo a fuckin’ huge loose end. And don’t think your friends are coming. Nope. I’d say they're out for the count. For good.” A wry grin crossed his dark lips. “Fuckin’ mortal pigs.”

“But-ah, I’m gonna take a lil souvenir before I slice yo pretty ass up good.” The dark man leaned over the woman and grabbed a handful of her hair, running the blade across her scalp as Nicole’s own hand grabbed on his wrists. Strength was slowly forming in her muscles, but not enough to do anything worth keeping the stranger from cutting away a few locks of hair from the side of her head.

“Fuck you!” She vomited out the words as blood streamed from the corners of her lips, feebly attempting to punch her assailant in the head with her free hand. One. Two. Three. The punches did nothing as the dark man smiled, taking his own hand and raking clawed fingers across part of her face and head, which caused the woman to scream in pain as the inherent poisons aggravated the wounds.

“Ev’ryone has their kinks.” He chuckled, hovering the tip of the blade over the exposed and bloodied throat of the woman. “Mine just happens to be causing pain-”

But before the vampire could finish, he sniffed the air and quickly turned his head in surprise only to notice a creature, whose stature reached the ceiling, looming behind him. Although it was too late, as the hairy beast thrust it’s large clawed hand forward, grabbing the head of the Sabbat creeper, and slamming him against the floor with a force that sent a rumble across the apartment. Again and again the Werewolf plowed the head of the other against the splintered hardwood floor until the body went limp, and no longer was the vampire a threat.

The towering creature allowed a low growl to slip through it’s huge muzzle as it merely stared at the female neonate laying at its feet, her own eyes glared back with a mixture of confusion and rage.

“You’ll need this, and I suggest you get the hell out of here soon.” The beast said, tossing a blood pouch which landed next to her before effortlessly hoisting the dead vampire up and over its shoulder and heading out through the door.

“Ah...and let Eva know that my debt is paid.” It concluded, disappearing into the darkness.

And so we end where this began. On the floor of a place unfamiliar to her, staring through eyes that did not belong to her prior to the Embrace that changed everything. The blood pouch had been ripped open easily enough, and a woman who’d never thought drinking blood of any kind would be a treat, guzzled the two pints down as though it would be her last. It began it’s mending of wounds, although the scars on her face would never truly heal fully. And it didn’t take long for at least the hunger, the rage, and the instinct to want to rip something apart to subside as the vitae ran its course, nourishing as best it could. Extinguishing the beast within that so badly wanted to claw its way out of the darkness.

Not today Satan. But maybe tomorrow.

Hands trembling, Nicole sat up and reached for her phone, calling both men who were to be the backup for the operation that was clearly a total cluster fuck. It wasn’t even real. It was all a sham, and the woman fell for it, hook line and sinker. There was no answer from either cell, and while shaken and confused beyond belief, she needed to know, and so she stood and made her way out of the apartment complex to where the unmarked cars were to be positioned. And there they were. The cars. The corpses of both officers. A bullet to each of their skulls. Their lives ended due to a big joke.

And Nicole was the punchline.

She wanted to cry, but could not. Tears that were once something familiar to her had disappeared. There was nothing but agony and guilt. She reached into the car and grabbed the police radio, calling out for emergency assistance due to two police officers down. The whole operation was a bust. It didn’t matter who knew about what anymore. It was all a setup. Who could she go to? Sure as hell not her Captain. Nicole couldn’t stop shaking. It wasn’t the hunger from her new unlife, it was fear of the unknown. Fear and uncertainty of anything anymore. The initial transition from mortal to kindred was no easy thing for the psyche to wrap around. None of it should be what it is, but it happened. Although...what happened? What was happening to Officer Nicole Stathos?

That night fear compelled her to flee. To run far from where all of this had gone down. And so, with a heavy conscience she leapt into her car and peeled off into the coolness of the night. Back to her apartment. Back to the familiar turf of West Hollywood.

Musings n' Dreams

It's the people
In your life,
Who want you
In theirs.

The ones who
Accept you,
For who you are.

The ones who
Would do anything
To see you smile.

The ones who
Love you
No matter what...

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

“Agreed.” The Goliath nodded toward the human Paladin, wiping the sweat and drops of blood from her brow and around her eyes as she searched the small clearing for signs of further threats. When none was apparent, she allowed a held breath to release, and some semblance of stress to vanish from her mind and already aching muscles. The creature was finally gone, unmoving, and torn apart from the various attacks by the party, which left nothing but a carcass and a terrible smell.

Pulling a small rag tucked inside the breast of her armor, she held it against the wound sustained only moments earlier by the dire rat, hoping that whatever disease or pestilence the creature may have carried, would not have transferred into her veins. It was a long way to go, no matter what their next course of action would be, and Vah’lux did not want to become yet another statistic.

“I pray that the return trip would prove much less of a headache than our time in this dark place.” Running the blade of her ax along the ground, the Goliath wiped blood, guts, and bits of wiry hair from her weapon, daring not to carry any of the foul creature's wicked soul on her return trip.

Praise be to Kavaki. She smiled, hoping only to leave the underground prison, never to return again.

The Consortium: A D&D and Treasure Planet Inspired RP

<Snipped quote by Hellion>
It's almost like you're in an rp with the same GM :P

@Shiva

I don't know what you're talking about...

Anyway, I think I'll work on an idea for a Bosun (Boatswain) :)

The Consortium: A D&D and Treasure Planet Inspired RP

This RP seems strangely familiar...

Slice of Life Rp about a couple of opposites.

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