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Crimson Kiss, vampire RP

I think she is done. For the most part. I might add a bit more but for the most part this is her.

Deanne Holly Dixon

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Deanne Holly Delmonte

Dean or DD, Holly is also expectable though not prefered, Anne if you want to get kicked

Front view

Dean is an, admittedly short individual, only standing at a nice even 5 feet tall. Despite her short stature she is rather muscular though still lean. This is due, in part, to the fact that Kick boxing is her workout of choice. Her skin is on the lighter side, lightly tanned but still in the pale territory, and her eyes are an intensely dark blue. Her face has a light dusting of freckles across her nose and she has a “beauty mark” under her left eye. Dean usually keeps her naturally black bangs a light blue/teal color and her hair rarely passes her shoulders. The exception to this being the longer stands on either side of her bangs.

|24|Human|Female|

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Personality

|Loyal| |HeadStrong| |Caring| |Sarcastic| |Enthusiastic| |Standoff-ish|

Deanne is an extremely headstrong individual to the point where, once she has decided to do something, not much can talk her out of doing it. Something most people would say is a good quality to have, and it is, in some cases. Most however it makes her pretty hard to get along with. She also tends to be rather sarcastic and or blunt. She lacks any real filter between her brain and her lips so people know exactly where they stand where she is concerned. If she doesn’t like someone or something she is quick to let the irritant know she is displeased.

Over the years she has slowly become more outwardly stanoff-ish adopting an unintentional “resting bitch face”, and general rough exterior. But once someone gets through the rough shell she has put herself in they will find a very caring and, mostly kind, individual. Because she knows she can be hard to get along with, the people who stick around despite this earn her undying loyalty. She would go to the ends of the Universe for the people she cares about. Oftentimes she will sacrifice her own comfort and happiness for friends in need.

Dean cannot stand when people point out how short she is as if she could control how tall she got. She also absolutely hates when people put their hands in her face, the exception being if she is in an intimate relationship with the individual, not that she is in a relationship often.

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History

Dean’s homelife was never great. Her father left her mother when she was young and her mother was extremely narcissistic. This resulted in Dean leaving home at 16. Due to her mother’s behaviors she didn’t know anyone from her extended family, and she had a hard time keeping any friends she may have had from school. She had one friend she stayed with for a while after she left home and finished school but that friendship ended after graduation, as the friend went off to college and Dean dove into work. She maintained a job at a restaurant as a waitress for quite a while. She made enough money to keep herself afloat by doing this but her life pretty much consisted of work, sleep, and working out. Her lack of a social life is exactly why she decided to attend the party. She needed some excitement in her life.

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Outfit for the Party

Mask

Dress

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Other:

Dean has been kickboxing since about seventeen, she found it a cheaper way to work out her issues then therapy, which she admittedly probably needs but will likely never get.

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Crimson Kiss, vampire RP

I am here. I would like to lay claim to a human character for the time being. I am willing, if we need to balance later, to also make a Vampire character but I just want a human for now.

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

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_{Location: Charity Gala Interaction: Jiang-@Akayaofthemoon Briefly, Boris-@Kkushmar}

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Lev had just finished probably breaking a ninja’s ribs when he heard the woman behind her speak. He half turned toward her when she said she was going to assist. He hadn’t expected to see her appearance completely change as she drew a sword. “Aw, you were hiding that from me this whole time. I knew you were interesting but I wasn’t expecting that. That’s hot.” He let out a laugh as the ninja’s numbers thinned. It seemed the sheer number of super powered individuals here was overwhelming for the ninjas.

“Fucking heros, they are everywhere.” He muttered under his breath, trying not to draw attention to himself and moving away from the man that was once the Lion, and subsequently the largest concentration of masked individuals. It seemed that most of the civilians had cleared out, but most of the ninjas had also been taken care of. There were only a few left and it seemed they had easily been dispatched by a man who had been screaming about being the “king of ninjas” or something, Lev wasn’t paying attention. If he was honest he was looking for an exit so that he didn’t have to deal with the cops when they inevitably showed up.

In his search for an exit his eyes landed on a man who he thought he vaguely recognized. After a moment or two of staring, he finally identified the individual. He wasn’t as muscular the last time they met but it was definitely Boris. “The hell are you doing here, crooked cop? Better get out of here before your friends show up.” Lev said in Russian as he moved toward the man. He couldn’t stop his eyes from looking the man up and down. He was attractive the last time they met but now Lev had to stop himself from licking his lips as he looked at the man. “Actually if you are getting out of here, take me with you.” Though he had never had a run in with the police he was sure more than a few people had seen him hit a ninja or two across the room and he honestly was not looking to explain that to the cops.

The Sahasian Alliance

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Annalise stood when the Princes entered the hall and greeted them with her father. She would be lying if she said that each one didn’t peak her interest. Each and everyone of them was so incredibly different. She had known this would be the case however actually getting to see it was something else. She greeted each with a smile and a bow of her head, but said nothing. As soon as her father began speaking she took her seat, observing the individuals as he spoke. Trying to read each Prince’s reaction to the situation. Both Sulhana and Loreena addressed the Princes directly. However Annalise had decided to observe before taking action. She knew all too well that as the eldest at least a few of them, if not all, would attempt to claim her as there's. She has no intention of taking the situation lightly. Whoever she married would inherit both their own kingdom, as well as hers when both of their parents could no longer rule.

The eldest daughter had gracefully slipped out of the main hall when Loreena was giving them their gifts. In the hopes that they were distracted by her sister. The suitors who had joined them seemed to simply be adjusting to what was happening. They weren’t showing their hands yet, and she wanted some time to think before she joined Sulhana in the Court of Flowers. After all she had a whole country to think about.

Annalise soon found herself in the castle’s Library. She would often come here to distract herself. Reading some of the old tales that were here helped calm her down. Though today her thoughts were too strong. No amount of books could distract her from her thoughts today. There was too much riding on the decisions to come. The man she married would lay claim to not only his own thrown, in the case of all the men besides Gil, but also Astalia’s thrown.

As she looked at the many books on the shelves her thoughts wandered to the Princes who had arrived. Logically, if she wanted to ensure that Astalia remained a military power within the continent her choices for suitors were the Prodzy Prince and the Jorda Prince. Both had strong military forces. However there was an unknown with the Elven Prince Alvaro, and the Orcish Prince Gil. Of the two however Prince Gil held no claim to his people’s throne. From what Sulhana had managed to get the young prince had little to no desire to rule. As the third son he had the most freedom among his siblings and seemed content to maintain that status. The likely-hood that he would have any interest in herself was slim to none. Then again, a man who had no interest in ruling would be far more likely to let her take the responsibility of doing so.

Annalise decided that clearly she was not going to get any peace of mind from reading and headed, finally, toward the Court of Flowers. A handmaiden scurried back into the castle from the courtyard and stopped only briefly to curtsy in her direction, then continued on her path. She was about to enter the courtyard when the sound of music reached her ears. She paused outside the door and listened. A tear fell down her cheek as she listened to her sister’s song. They were all so young when they lost their mother, and their father hadn’t been the same since. Annalise only had vague memories of her mother, her siblings were likely the same. Jin had barely entered the world when she had passed. How ironic that the daughter that looked the most like her mother entered the world shortly before their mother left.

It took her a moment, but she composed herself and walked into the Court of Flowers. The veil that covered her slightly discolored right eye was still secured to her hair, she had honestly meant to remove it but had forgotten it was there since she couldn’t see it. Her pale blue eyes hid the difference well from a distance, but up close it was obvious that one eye was much closer to a silver color, and this eye never focused on anything. The obvious sign that she had no sight in her right eye. She worried this would make her less appealing to the suitors and ruin the whole plan but now was not the time. Her functional eye landed on her sister, as she walked to her.

“Why must my younger siblings show me up so extravagantly?” She teased embracing Sulhana in a short hug, releasing after only a few seconds. “Do you think any of the men will come?” She questioned though it wasn’t something she was expecting much of an answer to, she was more asking herself out loud. She wasn’t even sure her other two sisters would join them. Jin especially, this was not her type of thing. She hoped that everyone would turn up. A chance to converse without the prying eyes of their father and the nosey members of the court would be fantastic. They would all get a sense for each other before they had to appear in public, at a ball no less.

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After it seemed the ruling family was finished addressing them and they were officially allowed to wander the grounds Gil left the Hall without a word to any of the others there. Aldar and Sioban followed behind him as he left, though he quickly dismissed both men to do as they pleased. Aldar excused himself to go make sure the group’s sleeping arrangements were prepared but Sioban continued to follow the Prince around.

Sioban was young for as skilled of a Shaman as he was. Though he looked to be the same age as Gil, Sioban was in his early thirties. He was by no means a master at his craft but he was far more skilled than others at his age. Though there was a decent age gap between the two, Gil and Sioban were pretty good friends so the Prince had no qualms with the Shaman following him around.

“Do you plan to attend that gathering the Princess was speaking about?” The Shaman’s amber eyes landed on the Prince, he seemed he had more to say but kept it to himself. Gil took a moment to think. He was told he could decline but it seemed rude to do so. Not to mention what he would say about his character if he refused to interact with any of the Princesses outside of official functions. Though he didn’t particularly care for marrying any of them, it was for the benefit of his country and his people.

“It would be rude to not attend. Plus the opportunity to get to know them before all eyes are on us would be ideal. So yes, I do intend to attend.” He glanced over to the man beside him who smiled lightly. “Which means you will have to go bother Aldar for a while. I don’t need a babysitter.” Gil’s blue eyes squinted at the half orc beside him, who was chuckling to himself.

“I had no intention of following you to the Court of Flowers. I was going to take the time to prod at the minds of the court mages here, I have never met a mage so I figured it would be fun to compare notes.” Gil gave the Shaman a skeptical look. “Relax Gil when I say prod I mean talk not invade their personal thoughts. You know that takes a while to prepare anyway. Plus I am sure Mages would know how to defend against something like that. Anyway, I am leaving you now. Don’t embarrass us in front of the ladies. Good luck.” Sioban slapped the young Prince on the back before turning on a heel and walking back down the hall he had come from, leaving Gil to his thoughts as he wondered.

It was a short walk from the time Sioban left him to when he made it to the Court of Flowers, after asking a servant for directions. He stopped beside the door, staring at it for a moment. He mentally prepared himself to use the Astalian native language, rather than Orcish. The advantage of having a collection of citizens from every country is there was always a tutor in the languages he needed, so he and his brothers were all and least conversationally fluent in most of the languages spoken on Sahas. When the invitation was sent out Gil’s practices went directly to Astalian and the languages spoken by the remaining countries free from the Empire. With a sigh Gil straightened and entered the Court of Flowers. A quick glance said he was the one of the first here, not even all the Princesses had made it. He should have had Sioban add the ribbon to this hair before coming here, maybe then he would have been the last. It was too late now, so in a heavily accented voice Gil greeted those there already. “Greetings.” He bowed his head a little in respect and then his blue eyes watched the reactions of the others.

Crimson Kiss, vampire RP

I too have had my interest piqued.

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

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_{Location: Charity Gala Interaction: Many (I am too lazy to tag them all)}

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Lev had rather been enjoying his dance with Miss Cross, and so when a large feline-like beast which he quickly identified as a lion, fell from the ceiling his first instinct was to pull the woman under him taking the brunt of the glass shards that fell around them. This is, of course, exactly the action he took. He might be a criminal by nature but he wasn’t heartless, he refused to allow innocent people to get hurt if he could stop it, so long as he wasn’t getting paid to do the harming. Glass fell from the ceiling and though he had managed to avoid being stabbed by any of the falling shards, his back was still heavily scratched. Still he hoped that he had managed to protect his dance partner from most if not all of it.

“Ma’am, it appears our dance, and by association, this game is over.” He released her not pushing her toward an exit, but rather leaving her where she was and turned his now bloodied back toward her to face the lion, the ninjas, and now another beast-like person that had started fighting in the vicinity of the Gala. “Why does nothing I do ever go smoothly.” He muttered to himself, though it was loud enough that those in the general vicinity could hear. He barely managed to avoid having a ninja tossed in his direction before he pulled a small metal tube-like item from his pocket. Upon fiddling with it for a moment it expanded into a long, metal staff.

The white haired male had little reason for joining into the fight other than he just really wanted to hit something. He had no clue who, or what, he was supposed to be hitting but decided the easier of the targets would be the ninjas, rather than the lion and other being that had joined it. Before he moved to join the fray he turned only a little to give the woman a smirk and a sly remark. “I might ask for more pay depending on how quickly this issue is taken care of.” He winked at her and turned to hit the nearest ninja with the metal staff that was now charged with accelerated kinetic energy. The impact sent the unsuspecting individual flying, probably with several broken bones on top of being sent across the room, into a few of his buddies. This gained the attention of some of the ninja and he simply readied himself for a fight. It had been a while since he had been in a physical altercation that wasn’t just a small street fight, so there was something that resembled a look of pure glee on the man’s face. If the civilians cleared out he might even be able to cause a few explosions, which was, of course, his favorite way to fight.

The Sahasian Alliance

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Looking around Gil observed the other Princes who had accepted the invite. He had been given a crash course on each of them. As much as possible at least. His country was small, new, and lacked the resources to get certain information. Most of what he knew came straight from the mouths of the people from his Kingdom and he wasn’t sure how much was true and how much were rumors and speculation. Either way he took what he could get with a grain of salt.

His blue eyes also glanced over the Astalian Royal Family. They too were surprisingly different. He wondered how a family who was supposedly all related by the same blood could vary so greatly. He figured it was something to do with the late Queen, who had only been described to him as a beautifully kind woman. Though he supposed his siblings also varied greatly, both in appearance and personality. Gil was lost in thought when the King started his speech and by the time he had focused back in, the man had already finished speaking. He would have to ask Sioban what was said later, Aldar would only scold him for not paying attention the first time.

Before he had the chance to move one of the Princesses was standing to address them. She spoke in a manner that commanded just as much attention as his own mother. As though she knew more than she was letting on. It piqued his interest to say the least and he listened to what she had to say to each of them, hoping to glean something new about the men that stood around him, as well as simply being fascinated by this woman who was addressing them. The Prodzy prince and himself made this woman look like a child and yet her presence was nothing if not large.

When she finally moved to address him directly he couldn’t help but smile at her knowledge of his culture. Most simply chose to believe his people were cruel brutes so the fact that she knew something as simple as how his people showed their status and their achievements made him happy. The small smile on his face persisted when she moved to the last of the Princes. She ended her address with an invitation to an event of sorts and then she was gone. He had but just a moment to think before yet another Princess stood to address them.

She too commanded the attention in the room but in a different way, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. This woman also addressed each Prince individually though from what he could see she offered gifts. When she offered him the box he gently took it, curious as to what it could be. He opened it to reveal the braided ribbon. He looked at the gift and then back to the woman who had offered it. As per his culture he would not be able to add the ribbon to his hair himself but he bowed his head in thanks and passed the box off to Sioban, who would have to look it over and perform the proper rituals before Gil could don the braided ribbon. Regardless, if the ancestors permitted he had every intention of adding the braid to his person.

The princess moved to address the next Prince and finally there was pause enough for him to speak up. He stepped forward to address the King Aldar on his heels, holding a long rectangular box. “It is common practice in my culture, when visiting a leader of another clan, to present said leader with a gift, commonly said gift is a weapon. From my father to you I present this sword crafted by my country's best dwarven smith.” His voice deep and his Astalian mediocre at best. Aldar walked forward presenting the box, now opened, to the King revealing a simple blade with a heavily decorated hilt. The sword itself was very similar to that of a long sword however the decorative hilt was shorter than standard and the hilt also bore a metal guard where the hand would be placed. The box was taken by the King who looked it over and then handed the box off to a servant. The older man nodded in thanks and Gil stepped back, Aldar having already done so once the box was taken.

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Kassi Andrews, Daughter of Demeter

_{"Even in the harshest of conditions life can be found."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Kassi Bree Andrew ∞ Kas ∞ Bree ∞ Andy A G E February 4thth, 20 years young G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Houson, Texas. N A T I O N A L I T Y Irish-American E T H N I C I T Y Irish decent ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'5" Weight: 140lbs Hair: Blonde/Platinum blonde Eyes: Blue Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: Double ear piercings, nose piercing on left side ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Current: ∞ N/A Past: None F A M I L Y Parents Mother: ∞Demeter, Goddess of Agriculture Father: ∞Cory Andrews. Half-Siblings Brother: ∞ TBD Sister: ∞TBD L E G A C Y Dionysis, god of grape-harvest, and wine P E T S She wouldn’t call them pets but Kas does keep a few hives of bees. ___________________________________

L I K E S ✔ Music ✔ Cooking ✔ Insects/arachnids (bees and ants especially) ✔ Swimming ✔ Board games ✔ Harry Potter ✔ Rain ✔ Gardening ✔ Capture the Flag (even tho she is horrid at it) ✔ Baking ✔ Clear sunny days D I S L I K E S ✘ Rodents ✘ Confrontation ✘ Being ignored ✘ Loud noises ✘ Crowds ✘ Small Spaces (severe claustrophobia) ✘ Balloons (specifically when they pop but balloons in general) ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Kind ~ Driven ~ Caring ~ Creative ~ Extraverted-Introvert ~ Hyper ___________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y -TBA ___________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin four, Demeter Goddess of the Harvest Y E A R S AT C A M P This year will be her fourth. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ~ Tend to the greenhouse ~ Tending to her beehives W E A P O N S Staff of the Vineyard A B I L I T I E S ~Green thumb Kas can make just about anything grow in just about any condition at a rapid rate, though she prefers to use this only in times of emergencies as she sees it as ruining the quality of the crop if abused. She can use this to cause plants to overgrow as well. ~Barkskin Using this as a form of a natural armor Kas can harden her skin to that of thick bark, this also tends to give her skin a bark like appearance when in use. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R C A B I N / R O O M ∞ M I S C E L L A N E O U S -TBA T H E M E S O N G -TBA Face Claim: Kris Collins AKA KallmeKris | #2A981D

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

I am not done but I am putting this here as a place holder

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Kassi Andrews, Daughter of Demeter

_{"Even in the harshest of conditions life can be found."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Kassi Bree Andrew ∞ Kas ∞ Bree ∞ Andy A G E February 4thth, 20 years young G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Houson, Texas. N A T I O N A L I T Y Irish-American E T H N I C I T Y Irish decent ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'5" Weight: 140lbs Hair: Blonde/Platinum blonde Eyes: Blue Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: Double ear piercings, nose piercing on left side ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Current: ∞ N/A Past: None F A M I L Y Parents Mother: ∞Demeter, Goddess of Agriculture Father: ∞Cory Andrews. Half-Siblings Brother: ∞ TBD Sister: ∞TBD L E G A C Y Dionysis, god of grape-harvest, and wine P E T S She wouldn’t call them pets but Kas does keep a few hives of bees. ___________________________________

L I K E S ✔ Music ✔ Cooking ✔ Insects/arachnids (bees and ants especially) ✔ Swimming ✔ Board games ✔ Harry Potter ✔ Rain ✔ Gardening ✔ Capture the Flag (even tho she is horrid at it) ✔ Baking ✔ Clear sunny days D I S L I K E S ✘ Rodents ✘ Confrontation ✘ Being ignored ✘ Loud noises ✘ Crowds ✘ Small Spaces (severe claustrophobia) ✘ Balloons (specifically when they pop but balloons in general) ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Kind ~ Driven ~ Caring ~ Creative ~ Extraverted-Introvert ~ Hyper ___________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y -TBA ___________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin four, Demeter Goddess of the Harvest Y E A R S AT C A M P This year will be her fourth. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ~ Tend to the greenhouse ~ Tending to her beehives W E A P O N S Staff of the Vineyard A B I L I T I E S ~Green thumb Kas can make just about anything grow in just about any condition at a rapid rate, though she prefers to use this only in times of emergencies as she sees it as ruining the quality of the crop if abused. She can use this to cause plants to overgrow as well. ~Barkskin Using this as a form of a natural armor Kas can harden her skin to that of thick bark, this also tends to give her skin a bark like appearance when in use. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R C A B I N / R O O M ∞ M I S C E L L A N E O U S -TBA T H E M E S O N G -TBA Face Claim: Kris Collins AKA KallmeKris | #2A981D

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

Screw it I am here! Might as well throw in my own character into this. :P Ill have one up tomorrow prolly.