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Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Night
Location: Holiday Inn
Interaction: @Alivefalling - Marceau

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Helene was not about to argue with the progenitor of all vampires so she decided to follow him, not once thinking of giving him the slip. "Very well, I shall follow your lead." She had never met a hunter in person before so she had no experience to draw from regarding their power, but if Marceau said it was dangerous for her it had to be true. They soon left the sketchy part of the town with Helene walking behind Marceau like an obedient child, her eyes scanning from side to side taking in the sights. If she presented no threat to the hunters that prowled Ember Grove, would they still seek her death? Helene wanted to believe they wouldn't but she had seen the reports gathered by the Sinclaire Foundation. Hunters were human, and humans killed other humans in cold-blood all the time. If shared humanity didn't stop humans from murdering each other, then it would be easier for them to kill someone like her.

This depressing train thought showed in the somber look she had as they arrived at their destination. A place where humans purchased temporary residence usually during their travels. She reached out and took the card from Marceau, glancing it over as he finished talking. Once more, she gave a curtsy and lowered her head slightly "I am sincerely grateful, your grace." She then rose from her cursty "I shall call if I am ever in need. If you would excuse me, I will obtain a room now." The truth was she had already secured an apartment in town using her allocated wealth from the Sinclaire Foundation. After receiving Marceau's blessing to leave, she would depart for the Holiday Inn. The entire exchange had been so nerve-wracking for Helene that she swore she could feel her heat beating in her chest.

Self-Replicating Factory (Ithradine's Testing Grounds)

Xcom: To the Biter End

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"We thought we were on the verge of victory. We thought we had secured Humanity's future. We thought wrong."

Humanity became aware of the alien menace as early as the mid 1960s. Japan was the first nation to form an official branch of their military, named the Kiryu-kai, dedicated solely to dealing with paranormal and extraterrestrial threats. It was disbanded after obtaining few victories and suffering many defeats. However, the tactics and advancements made during their brief existence paved the way for future efforts across the world. Depsite ending in failure, their achievements would lay down the foundations for the global organization code-named XCOM. Their initial purpose, much like the Kiryu-kai, was to investigate paranormal and extraterrestrial occurences. Unlike the Kiryu-kai, XCOM had jurisdiction across the globe with the support of number of powerful governments simply named "The Council" and wasn't fully militarized in the beginning. It took the effort of a number of brave agents to prove without a doubt that a hostile alien invasion was imminent. Between paranormal creatures and alien cults, XCOM had proven itself an effective tool against the unknown and was made a top priority for members of the council. Between 1992 and 2010, XCOM would have bases built on every major continent while continuing to counter an ever rising alien threat in the shadows. The start of 2011 saw a sudden resurgence of the alien cults XCOM had thought vanquished now supported by alien beings referred to as "thin men". It became evident that the invasion they had been preparing for was coming very soon.

The vanguard of the alien invasion arrived on November 3rd, 2012 and attacked the capital city of Berlin, Germany. XCOM was quick to mobilize as the city quickly descended into chaos. This was XCOM's first encounter with the alien species known as "sectoids". Prior to this encounter, XCOM had little exposure to what later was discovered as psionic energy. Although with high casualties, XCOM managed to defeat this new threat but it was a small victory in the campaign ahead of them. The XCOM project was fully mobilized within the next 48 hours and was fully staffed by the end of the week. The greatest Humanity had to offer. It was not enough. Everytime a breakthrough was made or a major victory won, the alien invaders simply countered with more advanced soldiers and weapons. Everything changed when XCOM encountered the elders. Beings of potent psionic power that commanded the vast array of aliens. Information gained from autopsies and an interrogations lead to XCOM to develop its own psionically empowered soldiers with unexpected proficiency. Along with gene modification, these "super-soldiers" were Humanity's ace in the hole. Due to the high cost of each indiviual soldier, only a single squad was developed. The head of this squad was XCOM's most potent psiconic user and a highly experienced soldier.

In response to this threat, a enormous UFO appeared in low orbit over the continental U.S. and with it Humanity was on the defensive once again. That was until the scientists as XCOM's HQ devised a way to board the gigantic vessel using the same psionic power the aliens used against Humanity. A squad consisting of XCOM's best soldiers, six genetically modified individuals and two cybernetically enhanced, assaulted the ship in the hopes of the taking down the alien leadership. It was a trap. While eight of XCOM's finest tore through the ship, Alien forces raided XCOM bases across the globe in overwhelming force. One by one they fell as Alien Battleships leveled cities and countries that would not bow to their rule. A year of brutal fighting was ended in just under two months. The majority of the council nations turned their back on the XCOM project and what remained of XCOM went into hiding. The alien flagship was destroyed and the fate of those eight soldiers was unknown.

The following two decades saw the establishment of several "mega-cities"

These mega-cities were goverened by humanity's new alien overlords through the new organization known as ADVENT. Between the promise of safety, gene-therapy clinics, and new technology, people forgot who the true enemy was and bought into the lies of their new-found comfort believing the "Elders" to have Humanity's' best interests at heart. The Elders even convinced their subjects that XCOM were terrorists and enemies of progress. However, not all were so easily swayed and decided to live outside of ADVENT's jurisdiction. There was of course the remnants of XCOM commanded by Bradford who operated from a restored alien ship now called the "Avenger". Besides XCOM, a number of safe havens emerged around the world including three distinct factions called the Reapers, Skirmishers, and Templars. Each faction harboring deep resentment against the alien menace and their own ways of dealing with them.

None of these factions put as much fear into the hearts of ADVENT as the Phantom Eight. This small splinter-group

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Valkyria Chronicles: Echo Black

Rosalia "Rosie" Blazek

Basic Info __________________________________________________________ Name: Rosalia "Rosie" Blazek Age: 17 Birthdate: April 4th, 1918 Sexuality: Straight(?) Nationality: The Kingdom of Edinburgh Hometown: Ancaster

Appearance __________________________________________________________ Eye Color: Pale Blue Hair Color: Rose Red Weight: 161 lbs / 73 kg Height: 5' 11" / 180.3 cm Complexion: Light, Fair Body Physique: Lean, Muscular Detailed Rosie walks with confidence in each of her steps, though she if more often than not running. Between constant exercises and fierce training, her body is one of firm, lean muscle that is easily hidden underneath her uniform. With how often she is outsdie, the sun has gently kissed her skin over time. It's easy to distinguish Rosie from others due to the vibrant red color of her hair, a trait inherited from her father. Her hair, usually let down, is set against a pair of pale blue eyes that looks like the sky. Rosie shows a strong aversion to wearing dresses or skirts and prefers to wear comfortable clothing she can move easily in. While it starts the day tidy, her uniform is more often than not all over the place by the end of the day. No matter the time of day, Rosie typically has a bright smile on her lips with a fierce determination in her eyes.

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Social __________________________________________________________ Affliations: Daniel Blazek - Father (June 7th, 1896 EC) Ciara Blazek - Mother (September 8th, 1895 EC) Arthur Einzbern - Acts as a grandfather Gabriel Wasko - Godfather & Officer in the Edinburgh Army Josie Bennet - Godmother & Clothing Designer Alexander Hayes - Renowned artist & Philanthropist Relationships: Fiona Rosie sees Fiona for the caring and sweet person that she is, and greatly enjoy her company. She especially likes to make her laugh or smile when she is feeling down and considers herself one of Fiona's greatest supporters. No matter what anyone, or even Fiona herself, thinks or says about her Rosie will always be there. Maxi Hofler With Maxi's age and position of authority, Rosie has taken to thinking of her as her big sister. She loves helping Maxi with whatever mischief she is planning, on or off the battlefield. Rosie takes great pride in being someone Maxi can talk to and vice versa. Therefore, she trusts Maxi completely and will loyally follow her into hell and back. Austin Dwyer TBD Paloma Violetta TBD Yori TBD

Position __________________________________________________________ Rank: Private Class: Scout Subclass: Specialist Equipment: Gallian S1 F1 Grenades Ragnaid BD-3 Light Armor Target Marker Spotting Scope

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Potentials

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• Olympian:Exercise is one of the many ways Rosie's parents attempted to expend her enormous amounts of energy. Her farther would spar and go on long runs with the young Rosie, always challenging her to beat him. While she never quite managed to beat him in hand to hand combat, running was an entirely different story. One day they held a race and Rosie blew her father completely away. This determination led Rosie to be very competitive and focused on her goals.
• Bonds of Fate: No task is impossible when fighting alongside those who are close to you. That is at least how Rosie views the situation. In the presence of her comrades, her confidence will never falter knowing those she trusts watching her back. This belief also causes her to focus and worry about the well-being of others in combat and outside of it. Whenever someone needs something, Rosie is ready to lend a hand. When someone close to her falls on the battlefield, she takes it especially hard and will often seek revenge on anyone remotely responsible.
• Something to Prove: Admiration of her father and mother's service in EW1 has driven Rosie to prove herself on the battlefield as well. Whether it is crushing through enemy lines or saving wounded comrades, she puts 150% into every operation she takes part in which can lead her to taking greater risks than most. She will avoid retreat and surrender whenever possible and will never leave someone behind. There are many times when in dire situations Rosie will over-extend herself to support everyone, leaving her strained and exhausted after or even during battles.

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Personality

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"Hello! What's your name? Where ya from? Do you like it here? Want to grab a bit- Oh, sorry. I can get carried away. Anyway, nice to meet you!"

The majority of people who first meet Rosalia will be stunned first by her incredible amounts of energy and second by the fearless way in which she expresses herself. Whether its physical labor or a casual conversation, Rosalia jumps into it 200%. She considers the bonds between herself and others the key to victory so will do everything she can to preserve them. If someone is in a pinch, on or off the battlefield, they can count on Rosalia to come and help them out. Cross her in any way and you'll quickly find out what someone with endless energy and determination can do when you're not watching.
Rosalia loves to be useful and can been seen doing a variety of tasks around the base, whether it is helping Maxi with one of her pranks or cleaning some of the vehicles. Her efficiency and enthusiasm usually means these task are completed quickly so she is constantly on the search for more things to do. The only time she takes a break is to converse with friends, eat, or sleep. Because she never slows down, she often misses out on the little things like a beautiful flower or a perfect sunset. Despite her normally cheerful and bold demeanor, Rosalia is extremely afraid of failure and will not stop until she's succeeded in her given task.

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Biography

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The start of Rosalia's history is tied directly with the end of EW1. During one of the last battles of the war, her father, Daniel Blazek, was gravely injured during an attack on a fortified Imperial position. His bravery saved many of his comrades' lives but put him into a hospital for the remainder of the war, eventually costing him his one eye. It was there that Daniel met Ciara Bennet, who was his nurse for the entirety of his stay. Over the course of his treatment Ciara was able to piece together his broken heart and they soon fell in love. That love blossomed into marriage with the birth of Rosalia. Daniel retired after a few more years of service and opened up a popular toy store while Ciara happily took on the role of housewife.
Nothing could prepare the new couple for the wild ball of energy that Rosalia would become. As a toddler, she learned to walk much sooner than other babies of her age and appeared to take incredible delight in being chased around the house. The situation only worsened as she grew older and gained more motor control and muscle weight. She, quite literally, would jump off the walls and any kind of furniture. The bright side was she would complete any chore or task given to her right away to the point her parents would run out of things for her to do. This made it difficult to hold a nanny for more than few weeks at most. Daniel then decided to run Rosalia through military-style drills in order to expend her limitless energy.
Rosalia took to these drills extremely well and by time she entered secondary school, she could outrun her father and her peers. Her high energy was not her only defining trait. Daniel promised himself when she was born that he would show her the love he never got from his parents and do everything he wished his parents did. Between his and Ciara's support, Rosalia grew up to be not only confident but a deeply caring individual. Rosalia was able to see most of Western Europa thanks to her parents and was able to experience different cultures and people. This wide range of experiences shaped her nature to be more accepting of individual differences and she made several friends in those countries thanks to her unrelenting personality.
While initially opposed to the idea, Rosalia's parents entered her into the military academy located in Ancaster where she surprised many with both her energy and physical fitness. While unable to grasp the bigger picture required of being an officer, Rosalia demonstrated the ability to think on run and adapt quickly to the situation around her. Between her quick thinking and determination in completing her goals, she was one of the select few of her class to be apply for Ranger Corps certification and succeed in being accepted. Under the right command, Rosalia is a force of nature. That is perhaps why Fate landed her in the 21st Armored Ranger Corps where her new commanding officer could use all of that energy and potential.

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Rosalia "Rosie" Blazek

Basic Info __________________________________________________________ Name: Rosalia "Rosie" Blazek Age: 17 Birthdate: April 4th, 1918 Sexuality: Straight(?) Nationality: The Kingdom of Edinburgh Hometown: Ancaster

Appearance __________________________________________________________ Eye Color: Pale Blue Hair Color: Rose Red Weight: 161 lbs / 73 kg Height: 5' 11" / 180.3 cm Complexion: Light, Fair Body Physique: Lean, Muscular Detailed Rosie walks with confidence in each of her steps, though she if more often than not running. Between constant exercises and fierce training, her body is one of firm, lean muscle that is easily hidden underneath her uniform. With how often she is outsdie, the sun has gently kissed her skin over time. It's easy to distinguish Rosie from others due to the vibrant red color of her hair, a trait inherited from her father. Her hair, usually let down, is set against a pair of pale blue eyes that looks like the sky. Rosie shows a strong aversion to wearing dresses or skirts and prefers to wear comfortable clothing she can move easily in. While it starts the day tidy, her uniform is more often than not all over the place by the end of the day. No matter the time of day, Rosie typically has a bright smile on her lips with a fierce determination in her eyes.

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Social __________________________________________________________ Affliations: Daniel Blazek - Father (June 7th, 1896 EC) Ciara Blazek - Mother (September 8th, 1895 EC) Arthur Einzbern - Acts as a grandfather Gabriel Wasko - Godfather & Officer in the Edinburgh Army Josie Bennet - Godmother & Clothing Designer Alexander Hayes - Renowned artist & Philanthropist Relationships: Fiona Rosie sees Fiona for the caring and sweet person that she is, and greatly enjoy her company. She especially likes to make her laugh or smile when she is feeling down and considers herself one of Fiona's greatest supporters. No matter what anyone, or even Fiona herself, thinks or says about her Rosie will always be there. Maxi Hofler With Maxi's age and position of authority, Rosie has taken to thinking of her as her big sister. She loves helping Maxi with whatever mischief she is planning, on or off the battlefield. Rosie takes great pride in being someone Maxi can talk to and vice versa. Therefore, she trusts Maxi completely and will loyally follow her into hell and back. Austin Dwyer TBD Paloma Violetta TBD Yori TBD

Position __________________________________________________________ Rank: Private Class: Scout Subclass: Specialist Equipment: Gallian S1 F1 Grenades Ragnaid BD-3 Light Armor Target Marker Spotting Scope

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Potentials

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• Olympian:Exercise is one of the many ways Rosie's parents attempted to expend her enormous amounts of energy. Her farther would spar and go on long runs with the young Rosie, always challenging her to beat him. While she never quite managed to beat him in hand to hand combat, running was an entirely different story. One day they held a race and Rosie blew her father completely away. This determination led Rosie to be very competitive and focused on her goals.
• Bonds of Fate: No task is impossible when fighting alongside those who are close to you. That is at least how Rosie views the situation. In the presence of her comrades, her confidence will never falter knowing those she trusts watching her back. This belief also causes her to focus and worry about the well-being of others in combat and outside of it. Whenever someone needs something, Rosie is ready to lend a hand. When someone close to her falls on the battlefield, she takes it especially hard and will often seek revenge on anyone remotely responsible.
• Something to Prove: Admiration of her father and mother's service in EW1 has driven Rosie to prove herself on the battlefield as well. Whether it is crushing through enemy lines or saving wounded comrades, she puts 150% into every operation she takes part in which can lead her to taking greater risks than most. She will avoid retreat and surrender whenever possible and will never leave someone behind. There are many times when in dire situations Rosie will over-extend herself to support everyone, leaving her strained and exhausted after or even during battles.

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Personality

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"Hello! What's your name? Where ya from? Do you like it here? Want to grab a bit- Oh, sorry. I can get carried away. Anyway, nice to meet you!"

The majority of people who first meet Rosalia will be stunned first by her incredible amounts of energy and second by the fearless way in which she expresses herself. Whether its physical labor or a casual conversation, Rosalia jumps into it 200%. She considers the bonds between herself and others the key to victory so will do everything she can to preserve them. If someone is in a pinch, on or off the battlefield, they can count on Rosalia to come and help them out. Cross her in any way and you'll quickly find out what someone with endless energy and determination can do when you're not watching.
Rosalia loves to be useful and can been seen doing a variety of tasks around the base, whether it is helping Maxi with one of her pranks or cleaning some of the vehicles. Her efficiency and enthusiasm usually means these task are completed quickly so she is constantly on the search for more things to do. The only time she takes a break is to converse with friends, eat, or sleep. Because she never slows down, she often misses out on the little things like a beautiful flower or a perfect sunset. Despite her normally cheerful and bold demeanor, Rosalia is extremely afraid of failure and will not stop until she's succeeded in her given task.

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Biography

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The start of Rosalia's history is tied directly with the end of EW1. During one of the last battles of the war, her father, Daniel Blazek, was gravely injured during an attack on a fortified Imperial position. His bravery saved many of his comrades' lives but put him into a hospital for the remainder of the war, eventually costing him his one eye. It was there that Daniel met Ciara Bennet, who was his nurse for the entirety of his stay. Over the course of his treatment Ciara was able to piece together his broken heart and they soon fell in love. That love blossomed into marriage with the birth of Rosalia. Daniel retired after a few more years of service and opened up a popular toy store while Ciara happily took on the role of housewife.
Nothing could prepare the new couple for the wild ball of energy that Rosalia would become. As a toddler, she learned to walk much sooner than other babies of her age and appeared to take incredible delight in being chased around the house. The situation only worsened as she grew older and gained more motor control and muscle weight. She, quite literally, would jump off the walls and any kind of furniture. The bright side was she would complete any chore or task given to her right away to the point her parents would run out of things for her to do. This made it difficult to hold a nanny for more than few weeks at most. Daniel then decided to run Rosalia through military-style drills in order to expend her limitless energy.
Rosalia took to these drills extremely well and by time she entered secondary school, she could outrun her father and her peers. Her high energy was not her only defining trait. Daniel promised himself when she was born that he would show her the love he never got from his parents and do everything he wished his parents did. Between his and Ciara's support, Rosalia grew up to be not only confident but a deeply caring individual. Rosalia was able to see most of Western Europa thanks to her parents and was able to experience different cultures and people. This wide range of experiences shaped her nature to be more accepting of individual differences and she made several friends in those countries thanks to her unrelenting personality.
While initially opposed to the idea, Rosalia's parents entered her into the military academy located in Ancaster where she surprised many with both her energy and physical fitness. While unable to grasp the bigger picture required of being an officer, Rosalia demonstrated the ability to think on run and adapt quickly to the situation around her. Between her quick thinking and determination in completing her goals, she was one of the select few of her class to be apply for Ranger Corps certification and succeed in being accepted. Under the right command, Rosalia is a force of nature. That is perhaps why Fate landed her in the 21st Armored Ranger Corps where her new commanding officer could use all of that energy and potential.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Night
Location: Hidden Alleyway
Interaction: @Alivefalling - Marceau

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If heart could beat then it might have bounced right out of her chest as Marceau took her hand and began leading her off the street. Hunters were definitely bad news but she was more terrified of the possibility of returning to her mother without having explored what the world had to offer. Her fears were confirmed when they stopped, he did wish to return her to Catherine. While relieved he didn't want her for any other purpose, this was not all that much better in her opinion. There was no way she would allow herself to return. At the very least she had promised someone she would seen them tomorrow. Helene would not allow herself to break such a promise.

She felt a lump in throat as she began to speak "I truly do not know, sir.". Helene honestly had no idea of where in the world her mother was located, after all this wasn't exactly a sanctioned trip. Still, she couldn't afford to lie to someone like Marceau, nor did she believe it was even possible "Please, I don't wish to return home. I wish to see the rest of the world." Her voice became more resolute. Would she be able to run away? Her mother had trained her well but there was no telling what Marceau was capable in person. Helene hoped the the higher vampire would understand her desire. There was still much to understand and she had barely begun her journey.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Night
Location: Trance Club
Interaction: @MsMorningstar - Genesis

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The front doors to the club flung open as Volfango entered the room in stride and without missing a beat announced his arrival.

"Do not fret any longer for wondrous Volfango has arrived!" His smooth voice carried out through club even amidst the drowning sound of the music, as he flung his hands out wide and looked upwards to the ceiling.

He did not keep the pose long and immediately began walking forward, drawing all kinds of eyes from the various groups that populated Trance. The muscular nature of his body was shamelessly revealed in a slightly see-through, black shirt with a large v-neck. The black chino pants seemed perfectly tailored to his body, tight yet not too revealing. Volfango could feel the eyes of both women and men stare him down, some were intimidated, some wanted a piece, but all of them were interested in every move he made. Volfango would not fault them for understanding the true magnificence and allure that was his visage.

This is exactly where he belonged. All that business regarding the supernatural could be forgotten in the sea of music and people. For one night or a few, someone here would have the privilege of an sensual experience out of this world. His eyes darted across the room and he was instantly drawn to one individual immediately. His eyes locked with hers as he made his way to the bar, a half-smile on his lips as he reached the stool to her left. Volfango's gaze shifted briefly to the bartender "Volfango requests two Bronx and the drink of choice for the bellissima dea." His words were spoken swiftly and without flaw for he knew well what he wanted. He leaned on the bar using his left arm, and turned to Genesis "A curse fall upon Volfango to allow a beautiful flower such as yourself be starved of his fabulous company." He said as he made the sign of the cross followed up with a charming grin.

Volfango however could not shake the feeling he had seen this marvel before, though he would have surely remember seeing one such as she! However, this week has brought forth so many changes that Volfango was having trouble making sense of it all and the reality of his situation had still yet to hit. It wasn't until recently that werewolves, vampires, and witches were nothing but fiction. For tonight, Volfango planned to forget all of it and submerge himself in the pleasures of flesh for Volfango was as generous as he was handsome.

As the first of his drinks came, he took a quick sip of the martini before placing it down "Do no be afraid to bask in the majesty that is Volfango!" Volfango placed both hands on his hips, the action simultaneously flexing his pectorals and biceps.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Night
Location: Rachel Bromberg's House
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Few understand what makes a monster. Are they born or created? Fated to be or molded to shape? The question was as dubious as the meaning of life, for it depended on who was asking. How can you explain why two perfectly supportive parents could foster a serial killer with no remorse for another living creature? How can you explain a person that grew up in an abusive and destructive household growing up to be a renowned physicist? Lucius had pondered the question on what makes a monster for much of the first few centuries of his existence, eventually giving up on finding a concrete, encompassing answer. However as he approached Rachel's home, He found himself pondering the question once more. Rachel was a saint to some, but to Lucius she was nothing more than cowardly leech. A monster veiled with sweet lies and promises that would drive her coven to destruction.

A exchange of bright smiles were had as he rang the doorbell and Rachel was there to greet him. Though she was weary of him at first, Lucius had wormed his way into her mind and now she trusted him enough to have a friendly dinner "Did you enjoy those chocolates I sent earlier?" A wide smirk on his lips, a teasing look in his eyes as he gazed longingly into hers. She responded with a sly smile "I did in fact, turns out whoever sent them doesn't have bad taste." She said playfully, tugging on his right arm as she leaned up to place a single kiss on his cheek. A light chuckle left his lips as she looked down at her once more "Well, I'm sure he will be pleased to hear that. Now, let's make this a night to remember." The moment she turned her head to lead him into the dining room, his face released the false pleasantries. No matter how often he played this kind of role, it was always more exhausting that it should be.

Before Rachel could sit down, Lucius moved around her in order to pull out her chair. After she sat down, he pushed her forward forcing another pretentious smile. He took his own seat and took a look at the food laid out before him, both the heat and aroma hitting him in waves. Whatever his thoughts about Rachel, her cooking was certainly nothing to make light of "Ah, I'm not going to lie it's nice to be doing this. It feels like Ember Grove is crawling ever closer to war. I just hope I can keep our coven out of it." Lucius could hear the exasperation in her voice, recent events were stressing her out more than she wanted him to know. For one that has lived as long as she, he would have thought she would realize conflicts were a natural part of evolution "Whatever happens, you have my complete support. You know that, right?" He let it known in his voice he was insecure about their relationship, and as expected Rachel caught on to this "I do, and I'm grateful though I have to admit I was suspicious when you first came into town." Rachel giggled after saying this, like the notion was completely ridiculous. However, Lucius could read between the lines. She had found something out that she really shouldn't have. Regardless, it was too little too late.

Lucius laughed once and with a grin replied "I didn't make it any easier on myself, I was a bit...eccentric to say the least." It was too early to play his hand, but much to his surprise she simply continued on with a different subject. Certain of being discovered, he was caught off-guard "You got that right, but then again it made me interested. So, how is the roast?" She asked with a hopeful smile, full of life. This was something that, at the very least, he could be honest with her about. A parting gift so to speak "It is excellent." He spoke with a mouth half-full "Perhaps the best meal I've had all month." He had swallowed before continuing. The happiness that shined in her eyes was disturbing, so comfortable in her life and so afraid of the struggle all species go through. Live or Die. Stagnate or Evolve. Fight or Perish. These were the mechanisms in which all life grows stronger.

After eating his fill and enduring a tedious conversation, Lucius had derived all the useful information he could from her. He stood up from his chair at the same time Rachel did, a spark of electricity connected their gazes as they moved closer. In one smooth, fluid motion Lucius embraced Rachel in his arms as they both looked into each other's eyes with longing "What would you say to staying to the night?" The wine they had drank from the meal was affecting her, but in no severe degree. Regardless of whether she was intoxicated or sober, he had no plans to stay the night. Rather, he would make sure that she would never leave this house alive. He inched his head closer til his lips were almost pressed against her ear and in one, quiet whisper spoke "Anima moritur cum furtum tempus" As the last word was spoken, he could feel her nails dig into his shirt and into his skin. A mere two seconds later and they stopped, leaving Lucius with a lifeless body in his arms.

It had been one of his most accomplished poisons, a staple he had relied on for centuries. The ingredients were quite difficult to collect but the result was well worth the effort. This magical poison is absorbed into the blood-stream for 12 hours waiting to be activated. Its potency was unrivaled and for humans, death occurred in seconds. All it required is one, simple phrase to be heard. However, this was only the first step of what he planned to do here tonight. He laid her gently to the floor and slipped on a pair of latex gloves before retrieving a pair of vampire teeth molded from one of his many victims. Lucius positioned the teeth around a bit in order to get the right angle, before pressing down on the ends of the teeth puncturing her neck. Blood spilled on the floor as he carefully avoided getting any on himself.

Without Rachel, Lucius would be able to seize power of the coven and lead them in a different direction. One by one he would make each one of them ruthless user of the dark magics, an army to seed the land with chaos starting with Ember Grove. The native Vampires would make a good first start, thus his intentions here. Deception. Mistrust. Revenge. His plans were beginning to fall in line with his goal, to make Ember Grove the first warzone of many between humanity and the forces of the supernatural. With a clean cloth from inside his coat pocket, he wiped the device clean. Lucius spent the next 10 minutes cleaning the area of any traces that would lead back to him. He was happy that this little date of theirs was kept a secret.

Lucius put his coat back on and took one last look at his work, the room showed signs of a struggle with the knocked over wine and furniture thrown about "Goodnight Rachel, It was certainly an enchanting evening." He exited through the front door and peeled off the gloves, placing them in one hand before speaking "Adhibete flammis" The gloves vanished amidst the heat of the flames and he began his leisurely walk back to his home. Unlike some of the other residents of Ember Grove, her preferred to be asleep at night. His thoughts drifted towards warm pastries and a hot cup of tea before bed. Now that was to die for.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

The Werewolf Cassanova

__________________________________________________________ Name | Volfango van Wolfgang __________________________________________________________ Gender | Male __________________________________________________________ Age | 28, born February 14th __________________________________________________________ Race: | Werewolf, Bitten __________________________________________________________ Pack | Vagus Lupi __________________________________________________________ Origin | Milano, Italy __________________________________________________________ Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 195.6 cm/ 6' 5" • Weight | 101.6 kg/ 224 lbs • Hair Colour | Dark Chocolate • Hair Length | Medium-Long • Skin Color | Olive • Eye Colour | Green werewolf form • Standing at an imposing 8 and half feet, Volfango towers over many. Long, dark brown fur hides a dense collection of muscle underneath. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Sexuality | Bisexual • Relationship Status | Single • Friends | Many friends around the world, few are actually close • Siblings | Alive - Catarina, Mina, Rosalinda ; Dead - Marco • Parents' Status | Alive - Mother: Viola, Father: Friedrich • Pets | Three year old German Shepherd named Bella • Openness to Friends | 8 • Openness to Romance | 11 Interests __________________________________________________________ [+] • Likes ✡ Beautiful People ✡ Dancing ✡ Parties ✡ Poetry ✡ Theater ✡ Staying in Shape ✡ Healthy Food ✡ Fame ✡ His Hair ✡ His Muscles ✡ Puns ✡ His Eyes • Dislikes ✡ Commitment ✡ Rejection ✡ Cold Weather ✡ Hair being touched ✡ • Hobbies ✡ Partying ✡ Acting ✡ Voice-acting ✡ Exercising ✡ Taking pictures (of himself) ✡ Yoga ✡ Finding Love • Skills ✡ Crowd Control ✡ Extremely alluring ✡ Impersonations ✡ Flexible ✡ Reading people ✡ Distraction

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Self-indulgent • Free-spirited • Assertive • Noncommittal • Charismatic • Confident What can be said about the magnificent Volfango? A conqueror of many hearts all over the world, he is extremely confident in himself and his many talents. Bold, loud, and always flirtatious, Volfango makes whatever situation he is in into an event to remember. There is nothing he enjoys more than being dancing the night away surrounded by beautiful men and women. When he sees someone that grabs his attention, there is little that will stop him from making an extravagant introduction. Volfango is always in pursuit of the pleasures of life whether it is gourmet food or a hot, young waitress from that same restaurant and sometimes both. Despite his hedonistic ways, Volfango also possesses a big heart when it comes to helping the needy and charities in general. A few times in his life he has jumped into a burning building to save a life, once being a firefighter that was trapped themselves. Those who know Volfango understand the love of his life is himself, but he is someone that can be relied on when you need it. The majority of people wouldn't know it but Volfango is extremely loyal to those he considers "family" to him and nothing is allowed to come between Volfango and his family. This possessive and protective instinct is exacerbated when he transforms, changing from the fun-loving and flirty Volfango to an aggressive and physically dominating beast. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Ah, you wish to know more about the mighty Voflango? It shall be my pleasure." There are many who wonder if Volfango was always as bold and beautiful as he is today. The answer to that question would be a strong yes. Ever since he was little he has been a adventure seeker and risk taker. He would ride his bike for miles or hike through the forest along with his brother Marco. His fascination with nature and beauty evolved onto attractive men and women as he got older, often getting himself into hairy situations. Whatever happened, Marco would always have Volfango's back and vice versa. There was one time he and Marco caught one of their sister's stalkers and made sure to teach him a lesson. Volfango loves to live his life free, but loyalty to one's family was more important than any dame or man. Two years before graduating high school, his family moved to the United States. At that point he had been across most of Europe and left a trail of broken hearts. While his brothers and sisters had trouble adapting to American culture, Volfango thrived in the new environment. It turns out that simply speaking Italian in a low, seductive voice was enough to make most people fall into his hands. It probably helped that his body was like a temple, pristine and well kept. There was an actual cat-fight as his school to determine who would get to bring Volfango to prom. Besides his romantic adventures, Volfango had taken a deep interest in theater where his confidence and charisma always landed him the leading role. Suffice to say that the attendance for plays he was in was quite high, though it was unlikely they were watching the actual play. All the exposure from his plays and his activity on social media led to a super model agency expressing interest in hiring Volfango. It was a dream come true that he would be able to spread his glorious image across the counrty! He graciously accepted after negotiating a deal using his father's lawyers. Volfango only knew that his father was some wealthy executive for some company, but never cared much about the details. This led to Volfango moving out and traveling from city to city across the country, which suited his lifestyle perfectly. New sights, new experiences, and new love interest everywhere he went. Life was bliss. However, you can only dance with fire for so long before you get burned. As Volfango's fame was growing as both an model and aspiring actor, he gained the attention of a particularly obsessed fan-girl. Volfango was just leaving his latest shoot on the beaches of Miami when she finally made her move. Between her gorgeous looks and the revealing bikini, she had sprung her trap and Volfango had taken the bait. At first, Volfango saw the whole affair as just another one of his many flings. However, a number of red flags began to spring up. She would get hysterical when he had not texted her in awhile. Every-time he was caught speaking to a girl was another argument. Volfango began to also suspect she began following him home at night. However, she managed to keep him hooked and kept digging her claws deeper and deeper. It wasn't until a long talk with his sister that he realized the situation he had gotten himself into. One night during one of a moment of intense intimacy, she bite down hard on his neck. The pain was enough to make him pass out or it could have been one of the several shots that night. That morning came with a hangover worse than he's ever had. It also came with the revelation that his lover was a werewolf, and now so was he. Volfango didn't believe her at all, and after a very heated argument decided to cut ties completely. He had been tied down to one love for too long already, and the last night had proved she was crazy. Volfango soon found out that their relationship was far from over and while she was crazy, she had not lied to him. The first transformation was nothing more than a blur, and when he awoke the next morning he was naked and covered in blood out in the woods. His muscles ached and his head pounded as he made his way back to civilization, dodging the public eye as he slipped in the backdoor to his rental home. Struggling with the reality of his situation, Volfango asked and received a break from his agency. That was brought him to Ember Grove, a smaller town where he could hopefully figure all this out and stay incognito. After securing a high-end apartment, he moved in with his three-year old German Shepherd Bella. Little did he know of the true nature of Ember Grove and that he would find more questions than answers. He was only in Ember Grove two days when he was approached by someone claiming to have the same kind of...condition as he did. It was then he was asked, rather than forced, to join a family that would help him understand his new position in life. With no where else to turn to, he accepted the offer bringing him into the fold of the Vagus Lupi. However, being in this pack was not going to stop from him doing what he did best: spreading the love.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

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Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

The Werewolf Cassanova

__________________________________________________________ Name | Volfango van Wolfgang __________________________________________________________ Gender | Male __________________________________________________________ Age | 28, born February 14th __________________________________________________________ Race: | Werewolf, Bitten __________________________________________________________ Pack | Vagus Lupi __________________________________________________________ Origin | Milano, Italy __________________________________________________________ Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 195.6 cm/ 6' 5" • Weight | 101.6 kg/ 224 lbs • Hair Colour | Dark Chocolate • Hair Length | Medium-Long • Skin Color | Olive • Eye Colour | Green werewolf form • Standing at an imposing 8 and half feet, Volfango towers over many. Long, dark brown fur hides a dense collection of muscle underneath. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Sexuality | Bisexual • Relationship Status | Single • Friends | Many friends around the world, few are actually close • Siblings | Alive - Catarina, Mina, Rosalinda ; Dead - Marco • Parents' Status | Alive - Mother: Viola, Father: Friedrich • Pets | Three year old German Shepherd named Bella • Openness to Friends | 8 • Openness to Romance | 11 Interests __________________________________________________________ [+] • Likes ✡ Beautiful People ✡ Dancing ✡ Parties ✡ Poetry ✡ Theater ✡ Staying in Shape ✡ Healthy Food ✡ Fame ✡ His Hair ✡ His Muscles ✡ Puns ✡ His Eyes • Dislikes ✡ Commitment ✡ Rejection ✡ Cold Weather ✡ Hair being touched ✡ • Hobbies ✡ Partying ✡ Acting ✡ Voice-acting ✡ Exercising ✡ Taking pictures (of himself) ✡ Yoga ✡ Finding Love • Skills ✡ Crowd Control ✡ Extremely alluring ✡ Impersonations ✡ Flexible ✡ Reading people ✡ Distraction

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Self-indulgent • Free-spirited • Assertive • Noncommittal • Charismatic • Confident What can be said about the magnificent Volfango? A conqueror of many hearts all over the world, he is extremely confident in himself and his many talents. Bold, loud, and always flirtatious, Volfango makes whatever situation he is in into an event to remember. There is nothing he enjoys more than being dancing the night away surrounded by beautiful men and women. When he sees someone that grabs his attention, there is little that will stop him from making an extravagant introduction. Volfango is always in pursuit of the pleasures of life whether it is gourmet food or a hot, young waitress from that same restaurant and sometimes both. Despite his hedonistic ways, Volfango also possesses a big heart when it comes to helping the needy and charities in general. A few times in his life he has jumped into a burning building to save a life, once being a firefighter that was trapped themselves. Those who know Volfango understand the love of his life is himself, but he is someone that can be relied on when you need it. The majority of people wouldn't know it but Volfango is extremely loyal to those he considers "family" to him and nothing is allowed to come between Volfango and his family. This possessive and protective instinct is exacerbated when he transforms, changing from the fun-loving and flirty Volfango to an aggressive and physically dominating beast. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Ah, you wish to know more about the mighty Voflango? It shall be my pleasure." There are many who wonder if Volfango was always as bold and beautiful as he is today. The answer to that question would be a strong yes. Ever since he was little he has been a adventure seeker and risk taker. He would ride his bike for miles or hike through the forest along with his brother Marco. His fascination with nature and beauty evolved onto attractive men and women as he got older, often getting himself into hairy situations. Whatever happened, Marco would always have Volfango's back and vice versa. There was one time he and Marco caught one of their sister's stalkers and made sure to teach him a lesson. Volfango loves to live his life free, but loyalty to one's family was more important than any dame or man. Two years before graduating high school, his family moved to the United States. At that point he had been across most of Europe and left a trail of broken hearts. While his brothers and sisters had trouble adapting to American culture, Volfango thrived in the new environment. It turns out that simply speaking Italian in a low, seductive voice was enough to make most people fall into his hands. It probably helped that his body was like a temple, pristine and well kept. There was an actual cat-fight as his school to determine who would get to bring Volfango to prom. Besides his romantic adventures, Volfango had taken a deep interest in theater where his confidence and charisma always landed him the leading role. Suffice to say that the attendance for plays he was in was quite high, though it was unlikely they were watching the actual play. All the exposure from his plays and his activity on social media led to a super model agency expressing interest in hiring Volfango. It was a dream come true that he would be able to spread his glorious image across the counrty! He graciously accepted after negotiating a deal using his father's lawyers. Volfango only knew that his father was some wealthy executive for some company, but never cared much about the details. This led to Volfango moving out and traveling from city to city across the country, which suited his lifestyle perfectly. New sights, new experiences, and new love interest everywhere he went. Life was bliss. However, you can only dance with fire for so long before you get burned. As Volfango's fame was growing as both an model and aspiring actor, he gained the attention of a particularly obsessed fan-girl. Volfango was just leaving his latest shoot on the beaches of Miami when she finally made her move. Between her gorgeous looks and the revealing bikini, she had sprung her trap and Volfango had taken the bait. At first, Volfango saw the whole affair as just another one of his many flings. However, a number of red flags began to spring up. She would get hysterical when he had not texted her in awhile. Every-time he was caught speaking to a girl was another argument. Volfango began to also suspect she began following him home at night. However, she managed to keep him hooked and kept digging her claws deeper and deeper. It wasn't until a long talk with his sister that he realized the situation he had gotten himself into. One night during one of a moment of intense intimacy, she bite down hard on his neck. The pain was enough to make him pass out or it could have been one of the several shots that night. That morning came with a hangover worse than he's ever had. It also came with the revelation that his lover was a werewolf, and now so was he. Volfango didn't believe her at all, and after a very heated argument decided to cut ties completely. He had been tied down to one love for too long already, and the last night had proved she was crazy. Volfango soon found out that their relationship was far from over and while she was crazy, she had not lied to him. The first transformation was nothing more than a blur, and when he awoke the next morning he was naked and covered in blood out in the woods. His muscles ached and his head pounded as he made his way back to civilization, dodging the public eye as he slipped in the backdoor to his rental home. Struggling with the reality of his situation, Volfango asked and received a break from his agency. That was brought him to Ember Grove, a smaller town where he could hopefully figure all this out and stay incognito. After securing a high-end apartment, he moved in with his three-year old German Shepherd Bella. Little did he know of the true nature of Ember Grove and that he would find more questions than answers. He was only in Ember Grove two days when he was approached by someone claiming to have the same kind of...condition as he did. It was then he was asked, rather than forced, to join a family that would help him understand his new position in life. With no where else to turn to, he accepted the offer bringing him into the fold of the Vagus Lupi. However, being in this pack was not going to stop from him doing what he did best: spreading the love.