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Blood Compact: Apocalypse

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Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Wynona greedily injected the new needle into her arm, savoring the pinch as it slid into her vein. She slowly pushed the heroin into her system, waiting for the high to come. "Maybe this time it'll actually fucking work, Rod," she hissed across the room at her dealer.

He turned, a blunt hanging loosely from his lips. He held his hands up in surrender. "It ain't my fuckin' fault that we got a bad batch."

Wynona rolled her eyes and turned to stare at her arm, as if she could will the high to finally reach her brain. Her fingers twitched impatiently while Rod stared out the window of the shady apartment, his eyes fixated on something in the dark. Wynona let out a harsh groan of frustration, her nerves on edge. She grabbed the needle and threw it against the wall with all her might, the needle shattering on impact. "It's not working!" Rod shushed her childish behavior, her posture growing stiff. "Shut the fuck up, you cheap ass son of a--" Rod silenced her again before pointing at something pulling up in the streets below. Wynona huffed and walked up towards the window, leering from behind the blinds. A cop car slowly pulled down the street before stopping in front of a warehouse.

"Shit," he muttered before grinding his blunt into his ash tray and turning to start stuffing his shit into a bag. "They're here for me," he declared.

Wynona rolled her eyes and balled her fists. Her stomach shifted and groaned. She had tried to eat normal food, but all she did was puke it out later. She had taken to drugs to try to satisfy her hunger. "Get the fuck over yourself, Rod," she snapped as she watched the two cops stand outside of the warehouse and argue. "They're going in the warehouse, you dumb fuck." Wynona unconsciously rubbed the two puncture in her neck as she watched the exchange between the partners. Rod mumbled wildly to himself about being caught again and having to go back to prison, but Wynona paid no mind. One cop walked back while the other stayed, his gun ready. Wynona stared at the man walking back. She turned back to Rod, ready to bitch at him when suddenly a boom rattled through her bones and echoed in the streets. She nearly jumped from her skin. She pressed her face to the window as she watched a dark figure with a wicked smile dragged the cops inside the warehouse before shutting the doors closed, the creaking sounds resonating in her ears.

"Rod," she whispered, her heart racing. "Rod." She pressed her palm to the glass as she helplessly gazed at the warehouse doors. "Rod, I think this batch is sour. I'm fucking hallucinating." Suddenly, the sickly sweet tang of blood pierced the air, filling her senses. Her mouth began to water as the scent grew stronger and stronger, captivating her attention. "Rod."

She turned, her mind going blank as her new instincts kicked in. Before the cracker drug dealer could even blink, Wynona's teeth were on his neck, greedily sucking his lifeblood.

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

@Remipa Awesome Alrighty, gonna make an IC now

Home of the Forgotten

When are activities going to start?

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Should I wait a bit before joining in? I mean, this isn't exactly a place Wynona would be in. But if she had to be nearby, she would either be in a nearby apartment scoring (because she's trying to fill the hunger she's starting to gain) or walking down the street leaving a party/bar.

NO LONGER ACTIVE : Tides of Sedition

Name/Alias: Carrie Clay

Age:

>Immortalized at age 19 in 1961

>Actual age is 74

Physical Description:

Strengths:

Dream Catcher

>Dream Catchers have a very infamous past. Legend has it they started among Native American vampires, hence the name. Dream Catchers have the ability to invade other people’s dreams (both human and vampire) and manipulate them, depending on how advanced the vampire is in their skill. Before a Dream Catcher becomes a vampire, it is easy to tell that they’ll become one.

There are two different types of Dream Catchers:

Nightmares

Nightmare Dream Catchers would often have brutal and violent dreams before they were turned, and would often have traits such as insomnia and anxiety. Once turned, their nightmares reverse, giving them to power to project their dreams onto their victims. While novice level Dreamers must have a nightmare, then cast it onto others, vampires advanced in their skill can manipulate the victim’s dream and create a whole new creepy scenario. Nightmares in the past have tried creating pleasant dreams, but the happiness only lasts so long before the dream slowly rots and torments the sleeper. Nightmares also have the unique ability to force people to see hallucinations. Advanced level vampires often use this technique on guilt-riddled people, such as murders who regret what they’ve done. The Nightmares will cast an image of the person who was killed at the murder and have them act as if they had risen from the dead to take revenge. Nightmares who are infamous for perpetrating this act are often dubbed with the nickname of ”Puppet Masters” for obvious reasons.

Lucid Dreamers

Throughout life as a human, Lucid Dreamers will frequently experience lucid dreams in their sleep. Before they even turn into vampires, they master the art of becoming aware and controlling their dreams. Lucid Dreamers are somewhat opposite to Nightmares because they usually look forward to sleeping and never seem to have any sort of social disorder. Once turned, Lucid Dreamers may be experts in their field, but they have to practice becoming aware in other people’s dreams and eventually manipulating them. Many Lucid Dreamers, even at advanced levels, find it difficult to fully master another person’s dream. They can change it minimally, but they can do nothing like what a Nightmare can. Paralleling the Nightmare’s ability to cause grotesque and terrifying hallucinations, Lucid Dreamers could cast Sweet Sleep onto a person of their choosing, taking away both good and bad dreams.

Awakeness

Over the hard and brutal years of training, Carrie has learned how to snap a person straight awake, whether they are her victim or not. All she needs to do is snap her fingers next to their ear and they will shoot awake.

Note: To be a Dream Catcher of either kind, the vampire must be of native descent.

To be able to force their ways into people’s dreams, both Dream Catchers must either have a valued personal possession of the victim, a lock of hair, or set an actual dream catcher near the person as they sleep. Novice Dream Catchers find it much harder to try to tunnel in through a valued possession, and easier through the dream catcher, though the dream catcher was used too often and became a calling card. Enemies of Dream Catchers know to count their possessions, keep their hair to themselves, and always check their bedroom before sleeping.

No Dream Catcher is immune to other Dream Catchers invading their head as well.

Carrie is a Nightmare currently working on becoming a Puppet Master.

Weakness:

Carrie still suffers from horrible nightmares and insomnia, though she keeps her anxiety under control. Whenever she spends too many nights/days in a row taking over people’s dreams, she usually tends to break down and the nightmare will sputter out, returning back to the original dream. She may also accidentally give the wrong person the wrong nightmare, causing confusion with the victims.

Motivations:

Resentment, suspicion. In the beginning of her training as a Nightmare, Carrie was grateful to her sire for “saving” her from her endless night terrors, but as time went on, things did not go exactly how he told her it was going to be. She suspects he is the one constantly giving her nightmares, but she wants to find out why and how. Plus, from his abusive treatment, she wants to take his position of power and train Nightmares properly, so they never have to go through what she did.

History:

Carrie was born in 1942 when WW2 was setting Europe and Eastern Asia on fire. Her father died in war, leaving her and her mother to fend for themselves back in racially prejudice America.

Not soon after Carrie could properly speak, she began having horrible nightmares. Her mother brushed them off as normal night terrors, but soon her frightening dreams became so frequent, Carrie would constantly sleep in her mother’s bed, trying to fight off her demons. To try to lull her daughter to sleep, Carrie’s mom would tell her stories about her father and how heroic he was. Carrie never got the chance to even be held in her father’s arms, so she cherished her mother’s stories and held them close to her heart. But even her brave soldier father wasn’t enough to slay her fears. Her nightmares transformed from shapeless faces and formless figures standing by her bed to her father returning home, half of his body composed of only flesh, his skin blown off in a Nazi bombing. She dreamt her mother killed herself with the telegram sending news of her husband’s death still warm and crumpled in her hands. Soon, the tales of her father did nothing to put her to peaceful sleep. She developed insomnia, staring at her mother’s back all night, her eyes wide open and her mind on edge, refusing to let her eyes droop even once. When she started falling asleep in class, her mother brought her to the only colored asylum on the east coast in Charleston. With a heavy heart, Carrie’s mother left her in the asylum, and left back for Richmond, Virginia. Carrie felt betrayed. She was only eleven years old and her mother had already given up on her. Though she slowly grew to hate her mother in those cold and lonely days inside the asylum walls, Carrie still craved her warmth by her side.

Her nightmares evolved once again; this time dealing with abandonment. She would have a reoccurring dream where she watched her father elope with a pale French girl and sell his wedding ring to buy her a brand new engagement ring, with the diamond so large the white girl could barely lift her hand. She would wake up screaming and crying, and her sorrow would turn into unrivaled anger. She would slam her knuckles into the wall, breaking the skin and smearing blood on her hands and the wall. She would bang the bars over her windows, screeching for her father. Whenever she dreamt of her mother, she would always see the face her mother gave her before she turned to get back in the cab to the airport. She would bite her lip, look over her daughter’s shoulder, then give a small, sad smile before turning to climb into the cab.The dream would leave Carrie numb and empty; her chest began to feel hollow.

After months of being observed, she was finally assigned a psychiatrist; Dr. Robert Malik. He was a fairly kind man in his mid forties, but Carrie wasn’t going to open up so easy. To her, all shrinks were crooks that preyed on the dazed and confused. Though over a few years, he seemed to really understand. He wasn’t like any of the other so called “doctors” roaming the halls. He didn’t have that “therapist” voice, the temperate whisper all the others used when addressing Carrie, no, he spoke to her as if she was a grown adult. He never pressured Carrie into telling him about her demons. He was her friend. Carrie gradually told Dr. Malik about her struggles through life and her night terrors. Dr. Malik always had an open ear and a kind word to help guide Carrie through her struggles. As if by fate or magic, Carrie’s nightmares began to fade, being replaced by sweet nothingness. Her mother and father no longer haunted her at night and at the ripe age of 19 she was deemed sane enough to leave the asylum.

Carrie packed what meager things she possessed and visited Dr. Malik’s office for a last farewell.

”I don’t know how I could ever repay you for all the hard effort you’ve put into my recovery,” she said while holding him at arm’s length, grinning. Dr. Malik smiled softly back, a strange light in his eye.

“No need to, darlin’,” his deep southern drawl never failing to slightly annoy Carrie, but it was one of his better quirks.

Before Carrie could even take one step back, he turned the young girl, greedly reaping the benefits of being her sire.

Carrie was in a state of denial for a few days until she slowly transitioned to shock then neutrality. Maybe being with Malik for this “forever” he kept mentioning wouldn’t be so bad. But his kind demeanor stripped away and revealed his true self. He was a power maniac, bent on breaking Carrie then putting what little pieces he could find back together and repeating the process until Carrie wasn’t Carrie anymore. Her youthful smile and eyes twinkling full of hope darkened as Malik eventually took his gift of Sweet Sleep away. Being trained by a Lucid Dreamer was a difficult tasks for her. While he had Nightmare mentality, he could never properly mentor her into projecting and creating nightmares. She had to take to her own special training methods to please her cruel sire. She would lose herself in her victim’s nightmare that she created herself, much like a Lucid Dreamer would navigate their victim’s dreams. She would be tormented just as much as her victim, forever wandering among dark shadows and broken bodies.

Over the years as Carrie became more and more effective at her craft, the older her mother grew. Her mother tried several times to contact her estranged daughter, but Malik intercepted them each time. Carrie’s mother died in 1995 at the age of seventy four and she didn’t find out until ten years after it happened. Carrie was enraged, but she shoved down her anger for fear of her life.

Now, in 2016, with her normal nightmares becoming darker and more personalized than the last, she is getting fed up and suspicious with Malik. She knows that he’s a Lucid Dreamer and can’t twist and contort her nightmares in such way, but he has to be the cause of it.

Connections:

>Dr. Robert Malik (her sire), a power maniac that uses fear more than loyalty or cash to gain respect and fresh blood
>PM me for connections

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Name: Wynona Schwarz

Appearance:

Species/Strain: Draculan

Phase of Infection: Stage One

Personality: Ever since she was turned, she's become closed off and paranoid. Thoughts whisper in the back of her head about trust and honesty. But she doesn't know those anymore.

Abilities: Agility, strength, and parkour, and she has very powerful night vision though they are weaker than normal vampire standards. Before she was turned, her parents forced her into self defense classes. She learned basic hand-to-hand combat and knows how to shoot a gun. On some weekends when she was too stressed, she'd go to the shooting range and practice.

Skills: While her abilities are weak, she if gifted in advanced hearing.

Gear: Nothing, as of right now.

Background: Wynona grew up in the suburbs outside of Seattle, living a comfortable life, despite the virus ravaging the outside world. Her family was known for weeding out infected among their corporation. Her mother sent thousands of workers out onto the streets once she gained information that they carried the virus. This caused many to hate the Schwarz family, and made many enemies for her mother and father. On a night out, a former worker for the Schwarz's targeted Wynona and turned her. She didn't realize what happened until she started craving blood. It has only been a week since she turned and she is still getting use to the whole Vampire thing. She still hasn't told her parents.

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

@thewizardguy Thanks! Can we go ahead and drop our characters into the char box?

Wolves of Red Lake Season One (Reboot)

Elisha woke bright and early, excitement bubbling in her chest. Today was the big day. It was her first camping trip with the Red Lake Squad.

Just jumped out of bed to comb her erratic hair and climbed downstairs to eat a bite of toast before saying goodbye to her father.

While he never really asked if she made friends or not, he could easily tell when she first joined the squad that she had finally found happiness. "Don't get attacked by bears," her father called out to her as she said her goodbyes walking out the door. Elisha rolled her eyes before climbing into her blue bug and driving to school. She was nervous, more than nervous. This was her first trip, having only been in the squad for a couple months. She was their newest member.

She parked near the RV and walked up towards the group. "Morning," she greeted.

Wolves of Red Lake Season One (Reboot)

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