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Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Dusk
Location: Lover’s Lake and the woods nearby then to Vie et Mort's community
Interaction with: N/A

The autumn air was crisp and darkness had finally enveloped the town of Ember Grove. Noah had been waiting, rather impatiently for night to fall so that he could finally get a decent bite to eat. Restlessly he prowled through the woods, the thirst burning deep in his throat, watching as a group of students held a bonfire. University had recently started up again and one of his favorite hunting grounds was once again fully stocked. The air was thick with the smell of lusty, hot blooded, humans. It wasn’t long before a couple headed off, alone, into woods away from the rest of the group that had gathered here at Lover’s Lake. A gleeful grin spread across his face; and now the hunt would begin. He stalked them silently through the woods. Once they were further away from the rest of the humans the game began. Noah began taunting the humans, allowing his feet to step on a branch or two all while staying hidden in the darkness. Then occasionally allowing the humans a glimpse of him as he sped through the trees, circling them like a predator would. He could smell the hint of fear coming off the female human, while the male still smelled of lust.

“Babe I swear something is following us, don’t tell me you didn’t just see that.” The anxiety had crept into the female’s voice, but the male seemed unconcerned, assuring her it was likely just an animal. He wasn’t wrong, Noah thought, they were all but animals, with vampires being the most superior animal of them all.

“An animal, perhaps. But you can call me death itself.” Noah spoke with a soft menace in his voice as he stepped out from the shadows of the trees to where the human prey could see him. The male quickly moved in front of the female, his hand trembling as he pulled a small knife from his pocket and pried it open. He held the knife in front of him, brandishing the trinket as if such a weapon could be a threat to Noah. The vampire tilted his head to the side, flashing a grin that showed off his fangs as they extended, while his eyes gave off a predatory gleam. Now the male smelled of fear too.

“Back off, asshole.” The male shouted, a tremble in his voice. Noah moved faster than either human could have anticipated, and in seconds he closed the distance between him and his prey.

“Boo.” Noah whispered, his now red eyes locking with the male, as he raised his arms up to the night sky, allowing the male a clean strike. “Your move.” He taunted. The male moved quickly, for a human, and thrust the knife into Noah’s abdomen.

“Laura run!” The male shouted as he went to take a step back to do the same.

Noah let out a laugh as the knife pierced his skin. “That tickles.” He said before pulling the pocket knife out his stomach. As the man turned to run, Noah moved quickly, stabbing the knife into the male’s arm and grabbing him by the hair as he screamed. Noah jerked the male’s head back with one hand while holding the injuried arm with his other, digging his fingers into the knife wound. “Yes, Laura run.” He shouted at the already fleeing female who paused to turn and look at them. Once Noah saw that she was watching he sank his fangs into the neck of struggling male victim. The female, Laura, let out a scream before scrambling to run once more. Noah drank from the male before tossing his body aside. “It so much more fun when you run.” He shouted, taking a minute to lick the blood off his fingers before chasing after the female.

Noah herded the female deeper into the woods and away from the lake and the other humans at the lake. “Laura!” He shouted after her, whistling like one would do to call a dog. He continued the chase, until the fear was strong enough that he could almost taste it from the scent alone. Then he stopped holding back, he sped up closing the distance between himself and the female. With a swift motion he grabbed the human and tossed her against a tree. “You can’t run, you can’t hide, but you can scream all you want.” He offered as he turned to face her.

Instead of screaming the terrified human grasped at a cross she wore around her neck, muttering something to herself. Noah chuckled as he realized what the human was doing. “Are you praying?” He asked amused. He took a small step back and threw up his hands towards the sky. “Dear heavenly Father if my deeds offend thee then strike me down and save this precious lamb of yours.” Noah shouted up to the sky as he took a few more steps closer to his prey. He paused for the drama of it, and then shrugged.

“Well, I guess he just doesn’t care.” Noah said before quickly grabbed the cross from her fingers and ripped it from her neck. “Maybe he’s just really busy.” He added sarcastically before holding the cross up and licking it. Noah enjoyed mocking the things humans thought would protect them; their religious symbols, their weapons, and the places they thought they should be safe. He dangled the cross necklace in front of the terrified human. “Must be broken.” Noah taunted as he tossed the cross over his shoulder. The human moved to run again but he grabbed her by the neck and smacked her head into the tree, just hard enough to knock the human unconscious.

“One for me, one for the clan.” He said cheerfully, having enjoyed his successful hunt. The taste of human blood still sitting in his throat, cooling the thirst that burned in him. As much as he wanted to drink both humans, he was supposed to be bringing in more blood slaves for the clan, and for now his thirst currently satiated. He slung the unconscious human over his shoulder and spent a good few minutes trying to remember where he’d left his car. Eventually he found his way back to a black beat up old car he’d stolen not too long ago. He tied up the human, before tossing her into the truck. Then he frowned, he wasn’t supposed to leave bodies lying around to arouse suspicion and the male was still back in the woods. He also figured he shouldn’t leave the female in the trunk in case she managed to get out either. Noah scratched his head as he wondered what to do.

He shrugged and slammed the trunk closed, wasn’t much he could do about it now and he certainly wasn’t afraid of human hunters. The thought of playing games with the hunters excited him, they’d make much more interesting prey than other humans. As a young vampire he felt invincible and the thought that a simple mortal could ever end his fun never crossed his mind. He still grinned with excitement as he started up the car, in his mortal life he’d never gotten to drive. He sped, without caution, through the back roads making his way towards route 68 and the small town that was now Vie et Mort. He took the side road hard enough that the tires screeched as the car turned and slammed the breaks once he was inside gates of the community. His driving had all been, rather poorly, self-taught.

The Mills Community, a small town completely under control Vie et Mort, was a place Noah had spent nearly half his life. He owed everything he had to these vampires, he had started his time her as a lowly blood slave, as insignificant as an ant, and now he was a vampire, a creature more akin to a god than any human could dream of being. Noah noticed how the minor knife wound was already mostly healed, only adding to how powerful he felt. He searched out the guard in charge of the living blood bags and flashed a wide grin once he spotted the man.

“I have brought a gift.” Noah said proudly, for the first time in a while he had managed to bring in a human alive, and without a single bite, to help restock the community food source. Frequently during the thrill of the hunt, it was difficult to keep enough control. Who would’ve thought that he just needed to eat first?

“A live one this time?” The guard asked. Noah nodded yes and the man sent another vampire to retrieve Noah’s gift. Once the human, now awake, was pulled from the trunk of the car he caught the enticing smell of human blood. His went red again as he starred at the human who was dragged away screaming. The thirst burned in his throat, not as powerfully as before but enough that he still felt it. “You did well, Noah.” The other vampire said, laying a hand on Noah’s shoulder and breaking him from his trace-like state.

“Yeah.” He said nodding in agreement. He was improving as a vampire, doing better, soon he’d be rid of any trace of human weakness. “Could you let Mistress Celeste know, that I am doing better?” He asked hopeful.

“I’ll do you one better, and make sure Desiree gets a full report on how well you’re doing. You know Celeste has been unreachable in her travels.” The other vampire said softly, giving Noah a look that the younger vampire found strange. He looked at him with pity, and Noah wondered if it was because he knew why his sire had left without saying anything. Noah was convinced she left because he had not been a good enough vampire, but how would his sire know how much he had improved if she did not stay in contact with Vie et Mort? He would have to do something impressive enough that word might reach her on her travels. Again, the thought of hunting the hunters crossed his mind, what better why to show his improvement than to hunt a more dangerous prey, something that could pose threat to even vampires.

“Thank you, sir.” Noah said before heading off to get cleaned up. The night was still young and if he wanted to go back out again being covered in blood was not the way to do it. He had a new fixation caught in his head; he would hunt hunters, he would be a better vampire, and his sire would have to be proud to have him in her bloodline if he did these things.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Torvi @Tae

As Torvi returned with more mead, and some interesting information, from the bar, Bowyn tilted his head in thought. He hadn’t expected people to rebel so quickly, but if assassination attempts were already going on in the open, in a crowded marketplace, that could make things easier for them. Of course, barroom gossip wasn’t exactly the most reliable source of information and knowing how dramatic elves could be it was just as likely that someone sneezed on the elf and they claimed it was biological warfare. “Could be.” He answered back, keeping his own pessimistic thoughts to himself. It wasn’t like this was out of the realm of possibility and trying to crush whatever hope the human had would be unnecessarily cruel. He knew that Torvi would remain cautious, and trusted her enough to believe a bit of hope wouldn’t cause her to do anything foolish. Bowyn would not allow himself hope, he knew he would do a great many foolish thing if it were for Aeryn. He had failed to do what he knew he had to already and ensure that she was properly laid to rest. Well, not just once, when he failed to ensure she was properly cremated, but a second time during the attack in the forest, and he would not allow himself another failure. Bowyn felt a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach that was not caused by the mead.

“If it was rebels, we could go to the marketplace, I’m sure it’s all people would be talking about. Although it’d also be crawling with guards, but better to test those ears out in a marketplace than a fancy ball.” Bowyn continued in a hushed voice. He took a long drink of the amber liquid, not even bothering to frost the glass this time, that bit of whimsy had left him. He wished the mead would dull the sickening feeling but he knew it would not, it hadn’t for a long time and only stronger drugs could provide that ease. But those drugs messed with his wits far too much, and he couldn’t afford to be dulled by anything stronger than alcohol. For the time being he was going to have to learn to live with that feeling of guilt mixed with self-loathing. Swallowing the drink down he knew he had to try and seem less gloomy; he didn’t want to bring Torvi’s mood down with him. So, for the sake of being a better drinking buddy, he forced a cheeky grin. “Shall we finish these drinks and go shopping?” He asked trying to return to a playful sarcasm. ”I’m sure they’ll have many shops there with fancy, overpriced, clothes. Hopefully ran by distracted and unobservant shopkeepers.” He continued on until Boreas nipped at his ear.

”And food? The merlin inquired.

”And mice all over the streets.” He added looking to the bird on his shoulder.

Ossvien

Kai Calder ⋆ 35 ⋆ Male ⋆ Merman/Half Breed

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Appearance

Height:

5’10

Weight:

180lbs

Hair Color:

Dark Blue

Eye Color:

Sea green

Skin Tone:

Pale blue

Brief Clothes Description:

A long royal blue coat issued by the navy, white shirt and black vest, black pants, and black boots. He has a few rings, necklaces, and earrings taken from pirates he’s killed and brandishes a cutlass.

Ambitious ⋆ Daring ⋆ Confident⋆ Tenacious

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆The water
⋆Having a good time offshore
⋆Killing pirates

Dislikes:

⋆Fire and heat
⋆Pirates and all those who defy order
⋆Mutineers, the one thing that might be worse than a pirate.

Fears:

⋆Failure
⋆Fire
⋆Being forgotten

Sexuality:

Straight

Personality:

An extroverted and outgoing man, Kai can hold conversation with just about anyone. While he is generally kind to his crew those who cross him and those who are his enemy will quickly learn how cruel he can be. His punishments are often harsh, the navy after all, is no place for those who cannot follow orders but he will never torture his people. Pirates, on the other hand, are an entirely different story, he believes a simple hanging is far too good a death for the likes of them. Kai will go to great lengths to protect his men, and would never hang back in a battle and let them face danger without him. Only a coward would expect the men they lead to do something their leader would not. He does, however, understand that sacrifice is necessary in what they do and he will shed no tears for those who lose their lives; dying for king and country is a great honor. Kai strives to show the same qualities he excepts from his crew; courage, hard work, and dedication. Once giving his orders, he will go to whatever lengths it takes to accomplish them.

Although he does not have a quick temper, he certain does possess a great deal of rage to those he sees as traitors. Pirates and their lawless nature are, to Kai, the ultimate expression of this, traitors to not only the king but to the ideas of law and order itself. Towards his crew he is forgiving, so long as they take responsibility for their mistakes and learn from them. While he can be patient if necessary, he prefers to act quickly and efficiently, once one goal has been accomplished a new one can start and that is how best to serve his king. He does not waste time doubting his decisions, to him it serves no purpose, once a path has been chosen, he follows it through to the end. He is also more than willing to indulge in whims; when they have time offshore or for a break to recharge and let lose this serves an important purpose, morale matters to him and a miserable crew does sloppy work. Kai believes it is important to project absolutely confidence, if he doesn’t believe he is doing things right then why should the rest of the crew. Kai will allow nothing to hold him back, he sees himself as an unstoppable force, like a hurricane.

Though intelligent and self-taught he is well aware that there are plenty who surpass him in this quality but this is out of his control. What is in his control is how hard he is willing to work, through determination he has accomplished his goals, and he will continue to out last his enemies. He wants success and glory more than he wants to draw breath, and Kai is intense and passionate about what he believes in; a world governed by peace and justice rather than the lawless chaos they have now. He also understands that the better world he believes in holds no place for him, he is man of war and violence and one day he hopes the world lacks a need for men like him. He mostly maintains a cheerful disposition, having a sense of humor about things and enjoying the company of those who make him laugh. He does, after all enjoy what he does, and his sin is that he gives into that; embracing rage and violence even if directed at those who deserve it, are not the qualities of a good man. He knows it takes a monster to fight monsters and so that is the personal sacrifice he is willing to make.

Humble Origins ⋆ Hard-Work ⋆ Notoriety

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Background

Occupation

Naval Captain

Which ship are you on?

Currently, his own ship, The Mako

Living Immediate Family Members:

Possibly his mother.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

His father.

Current and Past Lover(s):

In love, no, but lovers, sure. It would be unbecoming of an officer to brag about his conquests in love though, at least while sober.

History:
The life of famed pirate hunter and naval captain Kai Calder started with humble beginnings. Born the son of a hardworking tavern owner and a free-spirited mermaid, Kai was never able to know his mother. The merfolk his mother came from forbid intermingling with land creatures, so it seemed his parents were destined to be star-crossed, and his mother was forced to choose between land and sea. So, once he was born, she returned her child to the land, as they would never accept him as a true merman. This is a decision he can easily forgive, for he understands that to give up the sea, and its peace, would be unbearable. He was raised by his father, a man who worked for everything he had, a trait Kai admired as his home was on Fallcliff, a place engulfed by thieves and vagrants.

He lost his father at the age of ten; killed by a pirate who was disgruntled over a bar tab. Kai was forced survive alone, taking whatever work a young boy could find; fishing, dock work, and cleaning up for various business. He pulled himself up from the gutter and after several years he saved up enough money for passage to Glassston where he immediately enlisted in the royal navy. It is the sea that has always been his true home, and whether swimming in it or sailing on it, Kai finds the himself content to be close to the water. The first time he saw battle was absolutely exhilarating, instead of keeping his rage pent up he was able to unleash it all on those he blamed for taking his father from him; pirates. His brutality in war was rewarded, and that coupled with his hard work and ability to get the job done helped him slowly work his way up through the ranks.

Eventually his goal of becoming a captain with his own vessel to command was achieved and before long he gained a reputation for hunting down pirates. He sought them out, seeking to make the seas and ports safe for good people. Kai was handsomely rewarded for his efforts and as he gained experience, he began seeking out the pirates with the most fearsome reputations. His notoriety as a pirate hunter extended throughout Ossvien, no doubt that there are many a pirate who fear his name and the flag his ship sails; a royal blue flag with a silver shark tail. He became the man the navy sent on the most dangerous of missions, to face down the most despicable of pirates; a man known for getting the job done by any means necessary. Although his methods aren’t always celebrate by the navy, they recognize that he gets results, and while his name isn’t one that is beloved, it certainly one that is known.

Special Ability: Merman form⋆ Main Strength: Combat skill ⋆ Main Weakness: Heat/Fire/Dehydration

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Exceptional swordsman
⋆Strong swimmer, and breathe underwater
⋆Strong and a good brawler

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Becomes dehydrated much more quickly
⋆Not so quick or agile on land
⋆No defense against magical attacks

Magic or ability:

When in the water he transforms in to his merman form, having a shark like tail, gills allowing him to breathe underwater, and a heightened awareness of vibrations. As a half breed, he has a longer life span than a human but not as long a pure merfolk. He has a merman form, and with it the heightened abilities of the merfolk, but this form is not as powerful as a full-blooded merfolk would have. With it the weakness of a merfolk is less as well; while he doesn’t have to take frequent trips to the water, he is much more prone to the effects of dehydration, which for him can turn deadly more quickly than regular human. Heat dehydrates him quicker, fire is far more deadly, and he needs to drink water more often than human.

merman form

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Top Dog

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Liam Donovan
Age: 33
Date of Birth: 12/13/1986
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Las Vegas

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6’2
Weight: 185lbs
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length:Short
Skin Color: Light tan
Eye Color: Light brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:
left sleeve
right sleeve
back right shoulder
Detail your werewolf form: In his werewolf form Liam stands just under 7', with bright red eyes, a large muscular build, and teeth and claws sharper than any knife.

werewolf form

Theme Song

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: Older Brother, deceased
Parents' Status: Mother, dead. Never met his father.
Pets: none
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 10/10 for a fling, 4/10 for anything requiring commitment

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Bourbon, well just about any alcohol really but bourbons always been a favorite
✡ Thrill seeking, anything to give him that surge of adrenalin, barroom brawls, ridiculously spicy food, crazy roller coasters, gambling, and most of all…
✡ Motorcycles, his baby and one true love is his bike and the freedom of an open rode
✡ The great outdoors, a love of just about any outdoor activity, hiking, camping, kayaking, hunting, running free as werewolf under the moonlight
✡ Adventure, seeing new places, trying new things, meeting new people

Dislikes:
✡ Confinement
✡ Vampires, scum of the earth
✡ Cats, and they hate him too
✡ Boredom and Stagnation
✡ Being alone

Hobbies:
✡ Smoking, nearly constantly
✡ Drinking, gambling, barroom fights, anything that blows off steam
✡ Motorcycles, working on them and riding them, for Liam this is the ultimate rush and feeling of freedom

his one true love

Fears:
✡ Death by silver
✡ Failing the pack
✡ Loss of freedom

Skills:
✡ Werewolf, as an Alpha wolf he is strong, fast, and maintains a heightened sense of smell and awareness even in his human form. In his werewolf form these strengths are only intensified.
✡ Good at fixing things, has worked on and off throughout his life as a mechanic
✡ Combat training, some from his time in the army and a great deal more on the streets

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

Liam has always had a hunger for adventure, having grown up moving around so often he now gets anxious when he’s been in one place for too long. One thing Liam hates, almost as much as vampires, is boredom. He has always been a thrill seeker looking for a rush of adrenalin and has very little patience for anything that’s not immediately exciting or fun. He’s got a quick temper, and enjoys a good brawl, but if the argument isn’t all that serious once he’s had a good fight, he tends to get over things pretty quickly but for more serious slights he can hold a grudge for eternity. He’s loud, confident, and friendly towards most. While he sees werewolves as far superior to humans, he doesn’t harbor any ill will towards them, most of them are quite fun to be around after all.

Becoming a werewolf and then an Alpha changed him considerably, for most of his life he’d only had to worry about himself but Liam has grown to become much more selfless. He has never questioned his loyalty to pack and fellow wolf, they immediately became more of a family to him than he’d ever had before. To those who have his loyalty and respect he would go to hell and back for, but should anyone break that trust they would likely never regain it. To those on his good side he is warm and friendly, and this demeanor carries over to most strangers as well. Those that cross him, however, are subjected to the rage and brutality of the beast within. Liam is ruthless towards his enemies especially those who threaten his pack. Mercy is not something one can show in times of war, and with werewolf existence threatened on so many fronts they are all in a constant war just to survive. Liam never sought out leadership, being an Alpha was something that was thrust upon him, but it is a responsibility he accepted, and the one thing he takes absolutely seriously. He carries the burden of every death within his pack, every loss is like the loss of a brother or sister.

Although Liam is a prideful man, when it comes to pack matters he will always listen to any input the others provide. He doesn’t believe in forcing another to his will but those who abandon the pack are not welcomed back. He believes in hard work, training, and values strength in himself and those around him but balances this with blowing off steam whenever possible. While he wants his pack strong, he also wants them happy, morale is just as important as training. Liam looks at the world with a sense of extreme optimism, believing that with enough good wolves at his side they can accomplish anything.

》H i s t o r y

Liam was born in the city of sin, Las Vegas, the second son to poor working mother with a father who was never in the picture. Young Liam never had a chance to really indulge in the city’s vices though, as at the age of seven his mother died of an overdose and he had his older brother were sent to live with his mother’s brother in Alaska. His uncle raised and trained sled dogs and he and Jack, his older brother by three years, had a great time exploring the forests and getting into to trouble. After about five years his uncle decided raising kids wasn’t really his thing and the two boys bounced around through the various homes of relatives that would have them until eventually, they ran out of those and ended up in foster care. Liam and Jack moved around too much to really have close friends in the various homes, so most of the time all they really had was each other. The constant changing of schools made it difficult to do well so more often than not they skipped out on going and instead entertained themselves by getting into trouble.

As a teenager Liam struggled to do well enough in school to able to graduate, not wanting to end up stuck in a life he hated, which is how he saw many of the adults around him. Jack on the other hand gave up on trying, falling into a local street gang and eventually drifting away from Liam once Jack was old enough to drop out of high school. Only a few days before his seventeenth birthday his brother died of an overdose, although in all truth Liam felt that he had lost Jack long before that. Eventually, he just barely managed to do well enough to graduate, a task that was difficult not because he lacked smarts but due to the constant shifting from school to school.

After high school Liam enlisted in the army, mostly out of boredom and a need for a change of scenery. He knew college wasn’t for him; he barely managed to graduate high school and certainly didn’t have the money nor the desire for any higher education. After four years though he was done, he quickly figured out army life wasn’t for him either, too much structure, too many rules. His time there though, was valuable, he was no longer a scrawny teen but a muscular young man and with several new skills. Ultimately, while it was exciting at times, he didn’t find whatever he was looking for in the army. From there he bounced around from city to city, until he found himself at a biker bar in Chicago. Here he stuck around for a while, bought himself a Harley and started prospecting to join the club. He liked the bikes and the illegal activity brought some needed excitement into his life.

Liam was on a long ride with the club on a poorly lit road that twisted through the woods one night when out of what seemed like nowhere one of the other guys was thrown off his bike. The funny thing was there had been nothing in the road for the guy to hit, something had sped through the woods and knocked the guy off. Something they couldn’t make out in the darkness dragged the guy screaming into the woods. Liam and the others had stopped, guns went off, and amongst the gunfire and the screams he had no idea what was going on. Then, something bit him. He could feel huge teeth digging into his skin and he tried to fight back ripping handfuls of fur from the creature before being thrown into the woods.

He woke up weak, in pain, and covered in blood. Liam found just enough strength to stagger through the woods until he found a stream but lost consciousness again before he could even drink from it. For the next five days he fell in and out of consciousness, occasionally drinking from the stream to keep himself alive. On the rare moment where he awoke lucid enough to think he couldn’t gain bearings enough to find the road. Everything hurt, he could barely stand and even if he could figure out which direction to go he doubted he could walk it. Every time he passed out he doubted he would wake back up again. Then one night he awoke to pain worse than he’d ever felt, his entire body contorted in ways he didn’t even know were possible. He screamed as he looked up at moon and to his complete horror his scream turned into a howl. He remembers the change, what it felt like, seeing himself reflected in the stream mid transformation and the unnatural hunger that sized control of him.

Liam doesn’t remember what happened after that, only that he woke up again covered in blood, but this time it was not his own. He quickly realized he was not alone in the woods. Faces he had never seen but that were, somehow, familiar to him watched. They offered him new clothes, to replace the ones lost in transformation, and water both to drink and to wash the blood from himself. His injuries from the attack he’d been though days ago were now gone, and he felt stronger and better than he’d ever felt. Liam didn’t question any of it; somehow it all felt right. Once he had dressed, their leader emerged, a man to whom he felt an overwhelming sense of loyalty despite the fact that he too was a stranger. Then Liam learned what had happened, he had been bitten by a werewolf. The pack had bitten all of the men he’d been riding with, but the other four had died, and Liam had been called by the moon to the Alpha who bit him. Within the pack he found what he had been looking for, he found where he belonged.

Liam welcomed the change, being a werewolf had made him stronger, better, and the pack became the family he never had. The pack welcomed him as well, he was a wolf now, he had been strong enough to survive and so they welcomed his addition. He stayed with this pack for the next five years, the longest home he’d ever really had, and loved every member of the pack as if they were his own blood. They trained him, taught him to control his wolf and of the dangers of their enemies; hunters, witches, and the most hated of all, vampires. Although he’d never met a vampire upon learning of their existence it was like something in him instinctively hated them. His instincts proved to be right because it was vampires that slaughtered his pack.

One dark night, as his pack gathered in the woods for a bonfire, the Alpha was shot, and fatally wounded. Gunfire shattered the usual peace of the forest, and several others were shot with silver bullets mid transformation. Chaos broke out as werewolf and vampire fought to the death. In the end three wolves were left standing, while their Alpha lay clinging desperately to life, refusing to allow himself to be killed by vampires. The Alpha made one final request of Liam, to kill him, to take up the mantle of Alpha in his place, and to not let those who survived be left without a pack. Liam carried out this final request, killing his Alpha with his own claws, and the second his eyes glowed red he felt an incredible weight transferred to his shoulders. Liam then took his oath one step further, seeking out other wolves left without pack by vampires, recruiting them and giving them a new sense of community within his own pack.

Slowly their numbers grew, and his first attack was planned. They went after the clan who had attacked his pack, ruthlessly killing every vampire involved with that clan. Although it was technically a success, many wolves lost their lives in the poorly planed attack. Liam found leadership difficult, he had never been a strategist, and although every wolf in his pack was willing to die for their cause, he felt the weight of every life lost under his command. They pressed on, replenishing numbers and expanding their cause to include those who sought vengeance against hunters and witches. His pack waged war on every enemy to werewolves, and expanded further to include humans seeking revenge against a shared enemy. He vetted those who wanted the strength to take on vampires, and those he deemed brave and loyal were bitten and welcomed into the pack, if they had the strength to survive the bite. Liam and his pack live as nomads, traveling through cities and towns seeking out their enemies.

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》P a c k
Alpha of Vagus Lupi

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten, 9 years ago and became an Alpha 4 years ago.

Forged in Blood

Theme Song

》B a s i c s

Full name: Noah William Beaumont
Age: 27 technically, eternally 22
Date of Birth: Febuary 11th
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’9
Weight: 165lbs
Hair Color: Red
Hair Length: Medium, shaggy
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Green
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None, his scars were healed when he was turned.

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: Thought to be dead, although his youngest sister is Angel Beaumont, a hunter.
Parents' Status: Both dead
Pets: none
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 7 with other vampires, 1 with anything other than a vampire
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 3

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Indulging his whims
✡ Destruction
✡ Listening to stories

Dislikes:
✡ Daylight, he finds it incredibly irritating
✡ Humanity
✡ His own, broken, mind

Hobbies:
✡ Hunting and Killing
✡ Reading
✡ Torment the human blood slaves

Skills:
✡ Very high tolerance for pain
✡ Ruthless and headstrong, Noah is not easily swayed from his goals
✡ High endurance

Another Theme Song

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
Little remains of the person Noah once was, the amount of physical and emotional torture he received before being made vampire has broken down and reformed him into a monster. Noah acts selfishly, fueled only by his own desires, often times these desires line up with the clans so in most instances this works out for them. He wants deeply to be accepted as a vampire, trying to wash himself of his humanity with constant blood drinking until it’s but a distant memory. He has no empathy for humanity, they are but cattle for the vampires, the ultimate apex predator. Towards other vampires he feels a deep-seated need to be accepted, wanting their approval, craving it almost as much as he craves blood. He despises being alone, so much of his time as a human captive of vampires has made loneliness almost unbearable to him. His outgoing nature remains, he is friendly and chatty with other vampires, enjoying hearing the stories from the past older vampires have to tell.

He is cruel to his prey, enjoying toying with them, hunting and stalking them until their blood is made even tastier with fear and adrenalin rushing through it. His self-control is poor, still a young vampire Noah is prone to impulsiveness and can’t easily control himself in the presence of human blood. He often forgets his new found vampire strength and speed as well, and with how easily he is distracted by his heightened sense these things make it difficult for him to even be around human without seeming suspicious. He indulges in his whims, having recently discovered the fun of alcohol and still loving eating human food as well.

His biggest weakness is how fractured his mind is, those who like him might call him unhinged but most would call him insane. Noah often hears voices or sees ghosts of his past. He hates this, they are constantly judging him and his new way of life, taunting him with what remains of his humanity. The only thing that makes these visions stop is blood, something he is more than happy to indulge in. The visions and constant sensory overload of being a vampire make him prone to horrible headaches, and when his mind hurts, he often flies into fits of rage. He enjoys destruction, cruelty, and anything that helps smother that spark of humanity buried deep that he desires to rid himself of, and once it is gone he knows he can be truly free.

》H i s t o r y
Noah Beaumont was once a promising young man determined to change the world for the better and follow in the successful footsteps of his parents. His father was a celebrated journalist and his mother a brilliant nurse. The eldest son of the Beaumont family always had big dreams, aspiring towards greatness even if he never really decided what path he would take towards the promising future that surely awaited him. His interest in science and education pulled him towards a career as a doctor, and his desire to help change the world fueled his interest in either becoming a great detective or lawyer. He never settled on what career he wanted to pursue but he knew he wanted to help make a better world, tragically though his young life would be snuffed out, and that bright future stolen from him.

He grew up with two younger sisters, Hope and Angel, both of whom he was incredibly protective of, he made sure to look out for them and no one was going to pick on his little sisters while he was around. He embraced his role as a big brother and needed little encouragement from his parents to look out for them. Sure there were times, especially as a young teen, where he’d have rather gone off with his friends than stay home babysitting on the weekends but his parents both had important jobs and so he did what was expected of him. He always put a tremendous amount of pressure on himself to be a good son, brother, and student. He worked hard in school hoping to one day attend a prestigious university and spent most of his free time after school at baseball practice. At school he was almost effortlessly popular; he was good natured, outgoing, charming, and both intellectually and athletically gifted. While it all seemed to come easy for him that was because Noah worked hard to keep up with his image of a well rounded, all-American, boy.

His parents were too consumed with their careers and raising their younger daughters to notice the incredible amount of stress Noah was putting on himself. He rarely let anyone see him crack, keeping up the image that he was the perfect son who needed little parenting and allowing them to focus on what he considered to be more important matters. His occasional stress induced outburst were always written off as unavoidable teenage angst, and with Noah so willing to apologize for any such behavior his parents never really seemed worried about him. If his life hadn’t taken the unexpected turn that it did, it is likely that Noah wouldn’t have been able to keep up his façade all through High School with the responsibilities and stress continuing to mount.

During the holiday season in 2007 his life changed forever. As he and his family went to visit relatives for Thanksgiving, they made an unexpected stop at a strange gated community. His father, the ever-curious journalist, couldn’t help but investigated the strange place despite the eerie feeling it gave off. They were attacked and taken prisoner by some sort of gang, by people who seemed to be impossibly strong and fast. To his own horror Noah would soon learn that these people were vampires. His father fought valiantly, desperate to protect his family, and was quickly slaughtered in front of his wife and children. His body was left for days, in front of the cage Noah and his family now lived in, as a constant reminder that they had no power here. He couldn’t be sure how long his father’s lifeless body was left before them, but they all were left with little to do but watch as William Beaumont rotted away.

Months went by as the family was weakened from the constant hunger and blood loss as they were used as human cattle for the vampires who lived in the community. He was helpless as he watched his mother and sister, Hope, fall ill and try as he might to keep his youngest sisters spirits up, he had little optimism left himself. As both his mother and Hope faded away until they too were gone, Noah did whatever he could to protect his youngest sister, Angel, the only family he had left. Giving her as much of his own stringent rations as he could manage, telling her stories to keep her spirits up, and desperately trying to convince her, and himself, that they would get out of this. By some miracle they managed to convince a guard to let them go, a plan they had conceived together knowing there was no way they could overpower their captors. But Noah had a plan of his own, to create enough of a distraction that the vampires would go after him, giving Angel the best chance at getting out and surviving.

So, once they were freed Noah ran from her, shouting, trying desperately to fight any vampire that tried to take him and using every bit of strength he had left. He could accept dying like this if it meant his little sister would live, but once they had recaptured him, they told him Angel had been killed as punishment. This was the final straw for him, his plan to save her had got her killed and all he could think about was what if, if had stayed by her side maybe she’d still be alive. Noah’s escape had done more than just destroy what remained of his hope, it had attracted the attention of a particularly cruel vampire who he would come to learn was called Celeste.

Celeste took an immediate interest in Noah as her new plaything, physically and mentally torturing him to see just how far she could push a person’s limits. Noah was already most of the way there to begin with, with his entire family and any hope of freedom gone he had very little to live for. In time Noah accepted his fate, he gave up on fighting and collapsed into a shell of person. He was broken, the wires in his brain became crossed and pain became pleasure. He was held alone in a cage with no light at all, the only part of his day he could begin to look forward to were the visits from Celeste. Sometimes to bring him pain, other times to show him kindness. He hated her, and loved her, it was all the same. This was his life until he died.

It was Celeste who sired him, and he awoke a vampire. By this point his sanity had been stripped from him. Noah had been broken down into a subservient shell and all that was left to create a monster was to remove his humanity. His first night as a vampire was spent in his cell, a thirst and hunger like he had never felt before, even through years of being kept in constant starvation, burned in his throat. He tried to resist the urge to kill the bloodied human tossed into the cell with him, but at this point Noah had little fight in him. He tore into human flesh with the savagery of an animal. Blood quieted his mind, it washed pain away from his body, it made him stronger than he’d been even before his capture. Another year went by and Noah was kept well fed, a constant stream of humans for him to rip into were provided until, finally, Celeste was sure his humanity was also gone.

Once Noah Beaumont had been a kind hearted boy with a desire to make the world better, now he is a savage monster able to kill without a second thought. As a vampire he is free, he can be selfish, can do what he wants, and anytime he questions this all it takes is fresh blood and his mind is quiet again, and Noah is content. Noah is no longer caged, he is free to do as he pleases and is a loyal vampire, having accepted that they are the superior creatures, and that humans are but cattle for them to feast on. Noah counts himself lucky to have been turned. Now that he has been successfully turned into a killer, Celeste has left, on to more interest places after having grown bored of Noah. Tossed aside like a toy that a child has lost interest in Noah is consumed with the question of what he did wrong. He tries to please the other vampires left in the community, and it would seem that what remains of the old Noah is his need to please others, now directed towards monsters.

A song Noah dedicates to his sire

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》C l a n
Vie et Mort

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten

Celeste; Member of Vie et Mort and sire of Noah

Theme Music

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Full name: Celeste d'Angoulême
Age:260, appears 30
Personality Traits: Elegant, charming, hedonistic, cunning, manipulative, and callous.
Brief Description: Celeste is a vampire with a taste for the finer things in life and a willingness to embrace all sorts of hedonistic pleasures. The elegance and charm she excludes is a mask for the monster within; a bloodthirsty vampire who seems to feed off pain just as much as blood itself. Having had centuries to learn, Celeste is intelligent, with high interest in subjects such as physiology and philosophy. Knowledge that she uses to refine her ability to manipulate and torture. At her core resides a deep hatred of humanity and those who posses it, and tormenting those she sees as lesser has become one her greatest pleasures. As a vampire she relies on her cunning and superb ability to manipulate others to achieve her goals. An appreciation for all things beautiful she has taken to creating her own works of art; perfect monsters. Breaking down seemingly noble humans and reforming them into savage killers, devoid of humanity, and under her thrall.

Role:Member of Vie et Mort, who provides not only a great of expertise in torture but a mind for finances as well. She and many of her vampiric underlings run several large charities around the world, money which is then funneled to Vie et Mort. Celeste considers this one of her finest creations, finding it deliciously entertaining to fund humanity’s undoing by scamming humans and calling it charity.

Warlock Cop: Protecting and Serving Ember Grove

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Wyatt Jonas Hawthorne
Age: 28
Date of Birth: August 1st
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’10
Weight: 175
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Caucasian
Eye Color: Blue
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: No tattoos, piercings, or significant scars.

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: Only child
Parents' Status: Father-deceased, Mother-assumed to be alive and well.
Pets: Bodhi, a Belgium Malinois, his familiar.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 6

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ A stiff drink paired with good company
✡ Live music
✡ Action movies
Dislikes:
✡ Deception, Wyatt is a naturally honest person
✡ Seeing others hurting
✡ His own darker nature
Hobbies:
✡ Taking his dog for a morning run
✡ Bowling, pool, or hanging out at a bar in his free time
✡ Does work count as a hobby?
Skills:
✡ Good with a gun although he’d always prefer not to use it
✡ Adept with spells involving offensive magic and protection
✡ Calming presence and good with people

Theme Song

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
Growing up Wyatt always thought of himself as a good person, but after seeing his own dark side he has come to the conclusion that at his very core he is not a good man. He knows he has the tendency to look for the easy way out, to use magic to ease his problems and this tendency has led him down a dark path once before. The time he spent succumbing to dark magic has left a mark on him, a self-loathing that he tries to mask with his outwardly friendly, kind, and easy going nature. The traits that others would see as admirable; courage, his willingness to throw himself into danger for others, and his selflessness all boil down to the fact that he sees his own life as not worth saving, others are inherently more valuable than him. He forgives so easy because he knows the mistakes he has made are so much worse. The best he can hope for is to keep trying to put more good into the world to counteract the wrongs he has done. He overthinks everything he does, always able to come to the conclusion that every good deed he does has a selfish motivation.

Wyatt is dedicated to both his job and coven, working to keep Ember Grove as safe as he can and keeping his mind distracted. When he doesn’t have work to do, he spends his time in crowded places, like bars, as being around others helps to keep him distracted as well. The constant need for magic and the rush of power that comes with it constantly nag in the back of his mind, calling him to again walk a dark path. He worries about his self-control, holds himself back from using any magic unless absolutely necessary to avoid losing any more of himself than he already has. Likewise, he has little taste for violence, he doesn’t want to hurt people, supernatural or otherwise, and on the occasion when it becomes necessary to do so he feels an incredible amount of guilt. A part of him would prefer to have his powers stripped away, to live as a human and never be asked to be judge and executioner of the supernatural again. But he knows he could never turn his back to what’s really going on, and so more often than not when threats arise in Ember Grove it is him his coven sends to deal with them. As hard as it is for Wyatt to walk within these gray areas, he does it because there are so few who can or will.

》H i s t o r y
Born and raised in Ember Grove to parents he would describe as exceptional, his father a detective and his mother owned an occult bookstore. Wyatt had a fairly normal childhood, he enjoyed playing football especially in high school and tended to just get by as an average student in school. Applying himself always seemed to be something he struggled with when it came to anything that didn’t immediately interest him, and a young Wyatt always preferred to take the easy way out especially when it came to school while at the same time working very hard to improve his skill on the football field mainly due to his enjoyment of the sport. He looked up to his father a great deal, wanting to one day serve a similar protective role in the community.

After high school Wyatt went to college in Ember Grove as well, taking classes in law enforcement, having known from a young age that he wanted to follow in his father footsteps. College, however, wasn’t easy for him, there was too much going on for him to find the right balance. At first, he spent too much time partying and goofing off that his grades were slipping and then he spent too much time studying and was miserable. He found other warlocks and witches from covens with completely different outlooks than his own and before he really understood what he was getting into he began to dabble with dark magic. Things he thought of as small; taking energy from others so he could spend less time sleeping, ways to cheat through school, or shifting luck towards his favor, which would always shift another’s luck against their favor, all things he thought of as maybe causing others an inconvenience but it wasn’t really hurting anyone.

Using magic selfishly and indulging in dark magic had a strong effect on him; though it started out as something he’d do very rarely it evolved into an almost daily occurrence. It became a habit, something he did not because he needed an edge or boost but something he impulsively had to do, something that gave him a rush of power. Wyatt and the group of witches he hung around began experimenting more with dark magic, playing around with dark energy and speaking to the dead. It wasn’t about using magic to help him through school anymore, it was all about how far they could push the limits and how powerful it could make them all feel. His grades slipped again and all he could think about, care about, was magic and what he could do with it.

His father was worried about him, how distant and strange he’d been acting, so they made plans to meet up for dinner. But Wyatt never went to meet his father, instead he hung out with his group of friends and woke up to several missed calls from his dad as well as several worried voicemails from his mother the next morning. His father had left to meet him but no one had head from him after that, and several days later his father’s body was discovered and all signs pointed towards vampire attack. Guilt ate away at him, knowing that if he had showed up to meet his father, he’d likely still be alive. His mother could hardly bare to look at him and he understood why; she had to blame him just as much as he blamed himself. Not long after his father’s funeral his mother relocated to Tennessee and Wyatt has little contact with her beyond the occasional phone call or holiday card.

After the funeral Wyatt took time off from school and stayed away from his group of friends. No longer playing around with dark magic for fun he was using it to further a hunt for vengeance. Wyatt spent weeks searching for the vampire that killed his father, using dark magic to torture other vampires for information until he finally had the name of the one responsible. Then he found that vampire and tortured him to death. The dark magic fueled in him nothing but pain, rage, and vengeance but soon after he’d killed the vampire he thought responsible, he found out he’d been fed lies. He came to realized not only had he twisted magic from something meant to protect and heal others into something used to maim and kill, but he had tortured another being to death for crime it had not committed. He was ashamed of what he allowed himself to become, and so he confessed it all to his coven’s elders fully expecting to have his powers bound and to be either banished, imprisoned, or even executed. He done a horrible thing that he could never take back and he was more than ready to face retribution for what he had done, welcomed it even.

What Wyatt didn’t expect, however, was forgiveness. The coven helped Wyatt detox himself from his dependence on dark magic, although the constant want for it is always there in the back of his mind. He took a year off from school to deal with everything and when he went back, he focused only on his classes, getting a job with the Ember Grove Police Department and working with his coven. He put all his energy into anything that could take his mind off the temptation to abuse magic and even now only uses it when he has to. Wyatt feels it is better for him to do things the hard way whenever possible, although in hunting down supernatural threats to Ember Grove being more than human frequently comes in handy. After finishing school he continued working as a cop in Ember Grove and recently became a detective which further aids his ability to investigate the supernatural occurrences within the town.

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》C o v e n
The Order of the Ember, a small coven in Ember Grove dedicated to protecting the town from supernatural threats.

》S k i l l L e v e l
Intermediate

》S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n
Fire Summoning, as with most in his coven, is one of the main defenses in his arsenal. He is also adept with telekinesis and using shields for his go to spells when things get dangerous.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Forged in Blood

Theme Song

》B a s i c s

Full name: Noah William Beaumont
Age: 27 technically, eternally 22
Date of Birth: Febuary 11th
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’9
Weight: 165lbs
Hair Color: Red
Hair Length: Medium, shaggy
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Green
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None, his scars were healed when he was turned.

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: Thought to be dead, although his youngest sister is Angel Beaumont, a hunter.
Parents' Status: Both dead
Pets: none
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 7 with other vampires, 1 with anything other than a vampire
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 3

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Indulging his whims
✡ Destruction
✡ Listening to stories

Dislikes:
✡ Daylight, he finds it incredibly irritating
✡ Humanity
✡ His own, broken, mind

Hobbies:
✡ Hunting and Killing
✡ Reading
✡ Torment the human blood slaves

Skills:
✡ Very high tolerance for pain
✡ Ruthless and headstrong, Noah is not easily swayed from his goals
✡ High endurance

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
Little remains of the person Noah once was, the amount of physical and emotional torture he received before being made vampire has broken down and reformed him into a monster. Noah acts selfishly, fueled only by his own desires, often times these desires line up with the clans so in most instances this works out for them. He wants deeply to be accepted as a vampire, trying to wash himself of his humanity with constant blood drinking until it’s but a distant memory. He has no empathy for humanity, they are but cattle for the vampires, the ultimate apex predator. Towards other vampires he feels a deep-seated need to be accepted, wanting their approval, craving it almost as much as he craves blood. He despises being alone, so much of his time as a human captive of vampires has made loneliness almost unbearable to him. His outgoing nature remains, he is friendly and chatty with other vampires, enjoying hearing the stories from the past older vampires have to tell.

He is cruel to his prey, enjoying toying with them, hunting and stalking them until their blood is made even tastier with fear and adrenalin rushing through it. His self-control is poor, still a young vampire Noah is prone to impulsiveness and can’t easily control himself in the presence of human blood. He often forgets his new found vampire strength and speed as well, and with how easily he is distracted by his heightened sense these things make it difficult for him to even be around human without seeming suspicious. He indulges in his whims, having recently discovered the fun of alcohol and still loving eating human food as well.

His biggest weakness is how fractured his mind is, those who like him might call him unhinged but most would call him insane. Noah often hears voices or sees ghosts of his past. He hates this, they are constantly judging him and his new way of life, taunting him with what remains of his humanity. The only thing that makes these visions stop is blood, something he is more than happy to indulge in. The visions and constant sensory overload of being a vampire make him prone to horrible headaches, and when his mind hurts, he often flies into fits of rage. He enjoys destruction, cruelty, and anything that helps smother that spark of humanity buried deep that he desires to rid himself of, and once it is gone he knows he can be truly free.

》H i s t o r y
Noah Beaumont was once a promising young man determined to change the world for the better and follow in the successful footsteps of his parents. His father was a celebrated journalist and his mother a brilliant nurse. The eldest son of the Beaumont family always had big dreams, aspiring towards greatness even if he never really decided what path he would take towards the promising future that surely awaited him. His interest in science and education pulled him towards a career as a doctor, and his desire to help change the world fueled his interest in either becoming a great detective or lawyer. He never settled on what career he wanted to pursue but he knew he wanted to help make a better world, tragically though his young life would be snuffed out, and that bright future stolen from him.

He grew up with two younger sisters, Hope and Angel, both of whom he was incredibly protective of, he made sure to look out for them and no one was going to pick on his little sisters while he was around. He embraced his role as a big brother and needed little encouragement from his parents to look out for them. Sure there were times, especially as a young teen, where he’d have rather gone off with his friends than stay home babysitting on the weekends but his parents both had important jobs and so he did what was expected of him. He always put a tremendous amount of pressure on himself to be a good son, brother, and student. He worked hard in school hoping to one day attend a prestigious university and spent most of his free time after school at baseball practice. At school he was almost effortlessly popular; he was good natured, outgoing, charming, and both intellectually and athletically gifted. While it all seemed to come easy for him that was because Noah worked hard to keep up with his image of a well rounded, all-American, boy.

His parents were too consumed with their careers and raising their younger daughters to notice the incredible amount of stress Noah was putting on himself. He rarely let anyone see him crack, keeping up the image that he was the perfect son who needed little parenting and allowing them to focus on what he considered to be more important matters. His occasional stress induced outburst were always written off as unavoidable teenage angst, and with Noah so willing to apologize for any such behavior his parents never really seemed worried about him. If his life hadn’t taken the unexpected turn that it did, it is likely that Noah wouldn’t have been able to keep up his façade all through High School with the responsibilities and stress continuing to mount.

During the holiday season in 2007 his life changed forever. As he and his family went to visit relatives for Thanksgiving, they made an unexpected stop at a strange gated community. His father, the ever-curious journalist, couldn’t help but investigated the strange place despite the eerie feeling it gave off. They were attacked and taken prisoner by some sort of gang, by people who seemed to be impossibly strong and fast. To his own horror Noah would soon learn that these people were vampires. His father fought valiantly, desperate to protect his family, and was quickly slaughtered in front of his wife and children. His body was left for days, in front of the cage Noah and his family now lived in, as a constant reminder that they had no power here. He couldn’t be sure how long his father’s lifeless body was left before them, but they all were left with little to do but watch as William Beaumont rotted away.

Months went by as the family was weakened from the constant hunger and blood loss as they were used as human cattle for the vampires who lived in the community. He was helpless as he watched his mother and sister, Hope, fall ill and try as he might to keep his youngest sisters spirits up, he had little optimism left himself. As both his mother and Hope faded away until they too were gone, Noah did whatever he could to protect his youngest sister, Angel, the only family he had left. Giving her as much of his own stringent rations as he could manage, telling her stories to keep her spirits up, and desperately trying to convince her, and himself, that they would get out of this. By some miracle they managed to convince a guard to let them go, a plan they had conceived together knowing there was no way they could overpower their captors. But Noah had a plan of his own, to create enough of a distraction that the vampires would go after him, giving Angel the best chance at getting out and surviving.

So, once they were freed Noah ran from her, shouting, trying desperately to fight any vampire that tried to take him and using every bit of strength he had left. He could accept dying like this if it meant his little sister would live, but once they had recaptured him, they told him Angel had been killed as punishment. This was the final straw for him, his plan to save her had got her killed and all he could think about was what if, if had stayed by her side maybe she’d still be alive. Noah’s escape had done more than just destroy what remained of his hope, it had attracted the attention of a particularly cruel vampire who he would come to learn was called Celeste.

Celeste took an immediate interest in Noah as her new plaything, physically and mentally torturing him to see just how far she could push a person’s limits. Noah was already most of the way there to begin with, with his entire family and any hope of freedom gone he had very little to live for. In time Noah accepted his fate, he gave up on fighting and collapsed into a shell of person. He was broken, the wires in his brain became crossed and pain became pleasure. He was held alone in a cage with no light at all, the only part of his day he could begin to look forward to were the visits from Celeste. Sometimes to bring him pain, other times to show him kindness. He hated her, and loved her, it was all the same. This was his life until he died.

It was Celeste who sired him, and he awoke a vampire. By this point his sanity had been stripped from him. Noah had been broken down into a subservient shell and all that was left to create a monster was to remove his humanity. His first night as a vampire was spent in his cell, a thirst and hunger like he had never felt before, even through years of being kept in constant starvation, burned in his throat. He tried to resist the urge to kill the bloodied human tossed into the cell with him, but at this point Noah had little fight in him. He tore into human flesh with the savagery of an animal. Blood quieted his mind, it washed pain away from his body, it made him stronger than he’d been even before his capture. Another year went by and Noah was kept well fed, a constant stream of humans for him to rip into were provided until, finally, Celeste was sure his humanity was also gone.

Once Noah Beaumont had been a kind hearted boy with a desire to make the world better, now he is a savage monster able to kill without a second thought. As a vampire he is free, he can be selfish, can do what he wants, and anytime he questions this all it takes is fresh blood and his mind is quiet again, and Noah is content. Noah is no longer caged, he is free to do as he pleases and is a loyal vampire, having accepted that they are the superior creatures, and that humans are but cattle for them to feast on. Noah counts himself lucky to have been turned. Now that he has been successfully turned into a killer, Celeste has left, on to more interest places after having grown bored of Noah. Tossed aside like a toy that a child has lost interest in Noah is consumed with the question of what he did wrong. He tries to please the other vampires left in the community, and it would seem that what remains of the old Noah is his need to please others, now directed towards monsters.

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》C l a n
Vie et Mort

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Vagus Lupi

"Cry havoc
And let slip
The dogs
Of War"

Pack Name:Vagus Lupi
Aka:The Roaming Wolves
Loyalty, Courage, Dedication

Alpha:Liam Donovan

Radical:8/10

History:Vagus Lupi, a pack founded only four years ago by a man who became an Alpha not through any desire for power but through necessity. After Liam’s own Alpha was mortally wounded in a vampire attack it was Liam who committed the mercy killing in order to keep what remained of his pack intact. From there they sought out others who had suffered similar losses and looked to provide a new type of pack, a collective formed from the remains of other broken packs. Any wolf who suffered at the hands of vampire, hunter, or witch was welcomed. They are also more than willing to turn humans who share their enemies and who show the qualities that benefit the pack. Those in the pack are expected to show loyalty above all; the pack comes first the wolf second. Although final decisions ultimately fall to the Alpha, all wolves in the pack are given a chance to voice their opinions. Vagus Lupi stands at the front lines, seeking to end all threats to werewolves, and wagging a war for their very existence. Because of this they have no set home, home is with the pack, and the pack goes where it is needed. They live mainly off the spoils from the enemies they’ve take out; wealth taken from slain vampires, guns raided from vanquished hunters, and artifacts sold off from fallen witches. Lucky for the wolves that their enemies seem to be so fond of hording valuables.

Goals:To provide community and shelter to lost wolves, to grow their strength with those who share their goals, and the eradication of those who threaten them.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Top Dog

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Liam Donovan
Age: 33
Date of Birth: 12/13/1986
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Las Vegas

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 6’2
Weight: 185lbs
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length:Short
Skin Color: Light tan
Eye Color: Light brown
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:
left sleeve
right sleeve
back right shoulder
Detail your werewolf form: In his werewolf form Liam stands just under 7', with bright red eyes, a large muscular build, and teeth and claws sharper than any knife.

werewolf form

Theme Song

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: Older Brother, deceased
Parents' Status: Mother, dead. Never met his father.
Pets: none
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 10/10 for a fling, 4/10 for anything requiring commitment

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Bourbon, well just about any alcohol really but bourbons always been a favorite
✡ Thrill seeking, anything to give him that surge of adrenalin, barroom brawls, ridiculously spicy food, crazy roller coasters, gambling, and most of all…
✡ Motorcycles, his baby and one true love is his bike and the freedom of an open rode
✡ The great outdoors, a love of just about any outdoor activity, hiking, camping, kayaking, hunting, running free as werewolf under the moonlight
✡ Adventure, seeing new places, trying new things, meeting new people

Dislikes:
✡ Confinement
✡ Vampires, scum of the earth
✡ Cats, and they hate him too
✡ Boredom and Stagnation
✡ Being alone

Fears:
✡ Death by silver
✡ Failing the pack
✡ Loss of freedom

Skills:
✡ Werewolf, as an Alpha wolf he is strong, fast, and maintains a heightened sense of smell and awareness even in his human form. In his werewolf form these strengths are only intensified.
✡ Good at fixing things, has worked on and off throughout his life as a mechanic
✡ Combat training, some from his time in the army and a great deal more on the streets

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

Liam has always had a hunger for adventure, having grown up moving around so often he now gets anxious when he’s been in one place for too long. One thing Liam hates, almost as much as vampires, is boredom. He has always been a thrill seeker looking for a rush of adrenalin and has very little patience for anything that’s not immediately exciting or fun. He’s got a quick temper, and enjoys a good brawl, but if the argument isn’t all that serious once he’s had a good fight, he tends to get over things pretty quickly but for more serious slights he can hold a grudge for eternity. He’s loud, confident, and friendly towards most. While he sees werewolves as far superior to humans, he doesn’t harbor any ill will towards them, most of them are quite fun to be around after all.

Becoming a werewolf and then an Alpha changed him considerably, for most of his life he’d only had to worry about himself but Liam has grown to become much more selfless. He has never questioned his loyalty to pack and fellow wolf, they immediately became more of a family to him than he’d ever had before. To those who have his loyalty and respect he would go to hell and back for, but should anyone break that trust they would likely never regain it. To those on his good side he is warm and friendly, and this demeanor carries over to most strangers as well. Those that cross him, however, are subjected to the rage and brutality of the beast within. Liam is ruthless towards his enemies especially those who threaten his pack. Mercy is not something one can show in times of war, and with werewolf existence threatened on so many fronts they are all in a constant war just to survive. Liam never sought out leadership, being an Alpha was something that was thrust upon him, but it is a responsibility he accepted, and the one thing he takes absolutely seriously. He carries the burden of every death within his pack, every loss is like the loss of a brother or sister.

Although Liam is a prideful man, when it comes to pack matters he will always listen to any input the others provide. He doesn’t believe in forcing another to his will but those who abandon the pack are not welcomed back. He believes in hard work, training, and values strength in himself and those around him but balances this with blowing off steam whenever possible. While he wants his pack strong, he also wants them happy, morale is just as important as training. Liam looks at the world with a sense of extreme optimism, believing that with enough good wolves at his side they can accomplish anything.

》H i s t o r y

Liam was born in the city of sin, Las Vegas, the second son to poor working mother with a father who was never in the picture. Young Liam never had a chance to really indulge in the city’s vices though, as at the age of seven his mother died of an overdose and he had his older brother were sent to live with his mother’s brother in Alaska. His uncle raised and trained sled dogs and he and Jack, his older brother by three years, had a great time exploring the forests and getting into to trouble. After about five years his uncle decided raising kids wasn’t really his thing and the two boys bounced around through the various homes of relatives that would have them until eventually, they ran out of those and ended up in foster care. Liam and Jack moved around too much to really have close friends in the various homes, so most of the time all they really had was each other. The constant changing of schools made it difficult to do well so more often than not they skipped out on going and instead entertained themselves by getting into trouble.

As a teenager Liam struggled to do well enough in school to able to graduate, not wanting to end up stuck in a life he hated, which is how he saw many of the adults around him. Jack on the other hand gave up on trying, falling into a local street gang and eventually drifting away from Liam once Jack was old enough to drop out of high school. Only a few days before his seventeenth birthday his brother died of an overdose, although in all truth Liam felt that he had lost Jack long before that. Eventually, he just barely managed to do well enough to graduate, a task that was difficult not because he lacked smarts but due to the constant shifting from school to school.

After high school Liam enlisted in the army, mostly out of boredom and a need for a change of scenery. He knew college wasn’t for him; he barely managed to graduate high school and certainly didn’t have the money nor the desire for any higher education. After four years though he was done, he quickly figured out army life wasn’t for him either, too much structure, too many rules. His time there though, was valuable, he was no longer a scrawny teen but a muscular young man and with several new skills. Ultimately, while it was exciting at times, he didn’t find whatever he was looking for in the army. From there he bounced around from city to city, until he found himself at a biker bar in Chicago. Here he stuck around for a while, bought himself a Harley and started prospecting to join the club. He liked the bikes and the illegal activity brought some needed excitement into his life.

Liam was on a long ride with the club on a poorly lit road that twisted through the woods one night when out of what seemed like nowhere one of the other guys was thrown off his bike. The funny thing was there had been nothing in the road for the guy to hit, something had sped through the woods and knocked the guy off. Something they couldn’t make out in the darkness dragged the guy screaming into the woods. Liam and the others had stopped, guns went off, and amongst the gunfire and the screams he had no idea what was going on. Then, something bit him. He could feel huge teeth digging into his skin and he tried to fight back ripping handfuls of fur from the creature before being thrown into the woods.

He woke up weak, in pain, and covered in blood. Liam found just enough strength to stagger through the woods until he found a stream but lost consciousness again before he could even drink from it. For the next five days he fell in and out of consciousness, occasionally drinking from the stream to keep himself alive. On the rare moment where he awoke lucid enough to think he couldn’t gain bearings enough to find the road. Everything hurt, he could barely stand and even if he could figure out which direction to go he doubted he could walk it. Every time he passed out he doubted he would wake back up again. Then one night he awoke to pain worse than he’d ever felt, his entire body contorted in ways he didn’t even know were possible. He screamed as he looked up at moon and to his complete horror his scream turned into a howl. He remembers the change, what it felt like, seeing himself reflected in the stream mid transformation and the unnatural hunger that sized control of him.

Liam doesn’t remember what happened after that, only that he woke up again covered in blood, but this time it was not his own. He quickly realized he was not alone in the woods. Faces he had never seen but that were, somehow, familiar to him watched. They offered him new clothes, to replace the ones lost in transformation, and water both to drink and to wash the blood from himself. His injuries from the attack he’d been though days ago were now gone, and he felt stronger and better than he’d ever felt. Liam didn’t question any of it; somehow it all felt right. Once he had dressed, their leader emerged, a man to whom he felt an overwhelming sense of loyalty despite the fact that he too was a stranger. Then Liam learned what had happened, he had been bitten by a werewolf. The pack had bitten all of the men he’d been riding with, but the other four had died, and Liam had been called by the moon to the Alpha who bit him. Within the pack he found what he had been looking for, he found where he belonged.

Liam welcomed the change, being a werewolf had made him stronger, better, and the pack became the family he never had. The pack welcomed him as well, he was a wolf now, he had been strong enough to survive and so they welcomed his addition. He stayed with this pack for the next five years, the longest home he’d ever really had, and loved every member of the pack as if they were his own blood. They trained him, taught him to control his wolf and of the dangers of their enemies; hunters, witches, and the most hated of all, vampires. Although he’d never met a vampire upon learning of their existence it was like something in him instinctively hated them. His instincts proved to be right because it was vampires that slaughtered his pack.

One dark night, as his pack gathered in the woods for a bonfire, the Alpha was shot, and fatally wounded. Gunfire shattered the usual peace of the forest, and several others were shot with silver bullets mid transformation. Chaos broke out as werewolf and vampire fought to the death. In the end three wolves were left standing, while their Alpha lay clinging desperately to life, refusing to allow himself to be killed by vampires. The Alpha made one final request of Liam, to kill him, to take up the mantle of Alpha in his place, and to not let those who survived be left without a pack. Liam carried out this final request, killing his Alpha with his own claws, and the second his eyes glowed red he felt an incredible weight transferred to his shoulders. Liam then took his oath one step further, seeking out other wolves left without pack by vampires, recruiting them and giving them a new sense of community within his own pack.

Slowly their numbers grew, and his first attack was planned. They went after the clan who had attacked his pack, ruthlessly killing every vampire involved with that clan. Although it was technically a success, many wolves lost their lives in the poorly planed attack. Liam found leadership difficult, he had never been a strategist, and although every wolf in his pack was willing to die for their cause, he felt the weight of every life lost under his command. They pressed on, replenishing numbers and expanding their cause to include those who sought vengeance against hunters and witches. His pack waged war on every enemy to werewolves, and expanded further to include humans seeking revenge against a shared enemy. He vetted those who wanted the strength to take on vampires, and those he deemed brave and loyal were bitten and welcomed into the pack, if they had the strength to survive the bite. Liam and his pack live as nomads, traveling through cities and towns seeking out their enemies.

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》P a c k
Alpha of Vagus Lupi

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten, 9 years ago and became an Alpha 4 years ago.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location:Roshmi City
Interactions: Ayita @13org, Sakura @baraquiel

Cade led the way through the streets of Roshmi, eventually reaching the shop of weapons owned by a demifox. Here the walls and display cases were adorned with what Sakura had referred to as sharp toys, metal forged and sharpened by skilled blacksmiths and fine wood expertly carved, these were the tools he preferred to put his trust in. Every hand-crafted weapon here was a work of art with purpose; allowing families to hunt and provided food, warriors to protect those who needed it, and hopefully to provided heroes tools to aid a deeply wounded Avalia. Although he enjoyed looking and admiring the craftsmanship of such shops, he knew there was no weapon in the land he would rather have than one he possessed; a simple halberd that had been made by his brother. While it didn’t look particularly special, free of the intricate designs and adornments that many more expensive weapons might have, it was strong and dependable and with it he felt the spirit of his brother was still with him, guiding him.

”A fine display of sharp toys I must say. I think I’d have a lot more fun swinging one of those battle axes than whispering words and muddling berries.” Cade said, teasing Sakura as he gestured towards a display of axes. ”We should have no trouble finding what you need here, then we can eat. Cade added, they day was still young and once they had eaten it would be easier to focus on finding allies in the large city. A task that would be difficult but he held no doubts that Roshmi held citizens just as tired of the lich’s rule as they people in his own village had been.

A scuffle on the other side of the market caught Cade’s attention. A faun who had been drawing a crowd with his music had been accosted by a regal looking elf. A large centaur came to the faun’s aid, fighting off the elf official before the centaur and faun both fled from the altercation. In Cade’s experience centaurs usually made strong and fierce warriors, and seeing this one so quickly defend the deer boy made him think it would not be so difficult to find allies in Roshmi. ”I think making friends with that centaur might good start in find help here.” Cade suggested to the others, gesturing with his head towards the commotion in the marketplace.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Torvi @Tae

Bowyn not so subtly rolled his eyes at Torvi’s counter, although she was correct, those with power always hungered for more of it, he surely didn’t want to pave the way for a new tyrant. He didn’t really see the point in bringing it up though; putting Aeryn to rest and maybe, if he was very lucky, getting to see Aklenroth suffer were more important to him than whatever would come after that. Much to his own annoyance his disdain for this ball seemed to be equally matched by Torvi’s excitement for it. He resisted the urge to push against her plan to seek allies at the ball, it was better to let his new companion find whatever joy she could in this world. Bowyn starred at Torvi’s hand as she gave his own hand a reassuring squeeze. The friendly and comforting gesture made him uncomfortable; he did not want to make another friend, because all his friends ended up dead and it was best not to test how long that streak would last.

He was relieved when Torvi released his hand, and her words assured him enough that she too felt the weight of what they were up against. His morose mood dissipated when she offered to buy more drinks with newly swiped amas. Bowyn grinned with pride at the revelation that Torvi had even managed to pick pockets without him noticing. “Then we shall drink to the generosity of strangers.” He said laughing a bit as she went to get another round of drinks.

“You are a bad influence on the human.” Boreas informed him, his tone more of an observation than a judgement.

“A quicker study than I thought. Maybe a night at a ball will not end in missing limbs.” Bowyn answered.

“If attending a ball means you’ll be bathing soon then I’m all for it.” Boreas said goading the fairy back into a snarkier and more pleasant mood.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location:Roshmi City
Interactions: Ayita @13org, Sakura @baraquiel

Cade scoffed at the demon as she praised spells over steel. “Spells, hexes, magic; these are the tools of manipulation and deception for those who lack the strength and honor to face an opponent in fair combat. I will admit your magic has its uses; with creatures like the dracolich and in disguise, but in the hunt and in combat there is nothing better than a victory won through skill with nothing other than one’s trusted weapon at their side.” Cade replied with confidence, although he could now see a useful place for magic he could not see it as a replacement for a good weapon in the hand of a well trained warrior. It was more important to him to fight with honor than it was to simply win, and there was no pride to be had in a victory accomplished through tricks. ”It is a truly beautiful thing when one can accomplish something great from their own prowess alone, when years of practice and training finally amount to success.” His eyes shone with pride and his tail flicked happily about as he recalled his first defeat of a cave troll as younger cat.

He found Ayita’s take on things curios as well, what could one possibly learn from prey? While those designed to be hunted had speed and grace it was of course unequal to that of cat, after all that was why eventually every good cat caught a meal. Rather than inquire on this further though, Cade took a second to scan the surroundings and try and recall the places in Roshmi he had been before. Ayita was in need of weapons and no good warrior should be separated from their tools for too long, especially not while under the threat of constant danger. He choices his direction and lead the way through the streets of the city with ease. ”Your guide I shall be, lucky for you a cat never gets lost, though we do on occasion chose to take the scenic route.” Cade found their way to Roshmi’s finest blacksmith a cheerful and boisterous demi-fox named Ezra Vulpis, and his shop held many finely crafted weapons.

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Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Torvi @Tae

Bowyn had seen the flyer’s for Roshmi’s latest ball postered about the city, how could he not they seemed to be just about everywhere. He had ignored them, mostly, doubting that anything useful could come from prancing about with the city’s elite. However, the thought of pickpocketing the drunken elite while they were surrounded by their own obscene extravagance, was more than enough to make Bowyn grin. All those drunken and distracted nobles with their shiny trinkets and full coin purses would certainly cover meals and board for their time in the city. The only issue was should they be caught there it would bring them far too much trouble, he’d likely lose a hand at least and he doubted Torvi’s disguise would hold up to the scrutiny of authorities. ”While I applaud you for thinking like a thief, I’m not sure the nobles would be our best bet in finding allies. Seems to me they are benefiting the most from the king’s rule and wouldn’t risk their status to aid you. I doubt any humans here would have the means to provide both the high entry fee and have suitable attire for such a thing. They certainly wouldn’t let us in dressed as commoners, we’d have to acquire formal wear to even get in the door.” Bowyn didn’t even try to hide his disgust when mentioning dress clothes.

Truthfully it seemed an almost impossible task to find anyone willing to help in such a large city with it being so difficult to even find someone you could trust to ask. Bowyn doubted that rich noble would be willing to do anything that didn’t sever their own greed but searching for help among people who struggled to survive would be a challenge as well. Although he’d personally feel more comfortable in the city’s slums, they too were just as likely to turn them in for the reward; starvation could easily strip a person of their decency. ”But, no matter where we seek help it will be dangerous, so if we find nothing better before this ball then I guess it’s a risk we may have to take.” Bowyn gazed at the dwindling contents of his glass, feeling again the impending sense of dread at the danger to come. His own survival had dropped on his list of priorities and ensuring Aeryn no longer suffered as one of the undead now took precedent. Although death seemed a likely outcome of his new and foolish endeavors, he had to stay cautious to ensure he at least survived long enough to accomplish this goal. ”We can’t afford any mistakes.” He added solemnly.