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Well anyone is welcome to interact with Isroc now.
The moment they had arrived at camp Isroc had taken off into the woods, he had to move, to run and be free, the wind was rushing over him as he ran and it felt so good. He started back when the bell rang and made his way to the fire pit. He watched in awe from the shadows at everyone's powers. After they were done He walked up in front of everyone, "I am Isroc Acid-Tongue..." he looked around, "And I'm not special in the ways that you all are..." He grit his teeth as he transformed into his dragon form and let out a massive roar that shook the ground, he was a black Dragon, long and streamlined, he unfolded his wings and took off into the air doing loops and rolls before landing back in front of everyone and shifting back to normal.
Yep
Morgan is just not dealing with this.
I'm still here I have been ill lately.
Adrian
The room he was laid in was warm and beside him lay two women, both willing participants in his way of healing, he had drank his fill, each of the girls were someday going to be sired into vampires by him, but for now they remained his faithful servants. When Alistair's text came through he replied simply, "The Master of Whispers regrets being unable to show himself...sorry brother...annoy Praetor for me."
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Morgan
Morgan had been the one to take Adrian into the Tortuga to rest and using his cell phone she called the two women who had pledged their service to him forever. Once they had arrived and got settled in, Morgan took herself into one of the other rooms and got a shiny black dress that barely hung above her ankles, the dress itself was what almost looked like scales, if asked she would jokingly say it was her gift from a dragon, if only the knew...it was her gift from The Dragon... when she was fully dressed and had put on a touch of makeup, just enough to compliment her deep red hair, she made her way to the Kingston manor and let herself in walking into some form of silly argument, "Mind your tongues...we are guests after all." Her voice was calm and level but underneath it was a layer of power only one as old as her could speak with, "After all there will be plenty of time to argue and bicker after we have solved the issues at hand." She took a seat next to Beatrix, her movements reminding one of a spider in the way she did things...elegant and oh so deadly.
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Lucian
Lucian remained upstairs, sitting in front of the mirror awaiting to be called down, awaiting a death sentence. If that was the choice he would accept it and give back the life he had been given so long ago. He would join his son in eternity, he opened the chest at the foot of his bed and put on his suit, his uniform from world war 2. It would serve him well once again be it in life...or death.
The room he was laid in was warm and beside him lay two women, both willing participants in his way of healing, he had drank his fill, each of the girls were someday going to be sired into vampires by him, but for now they remained his faithful servants. When Alistair's text came through he replied simply, "The Master of Whispers regrets being unable to show himself...sorry brother...annoy Praetor for me."
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Morgan
Morgan had been the one to take Adrian into the Tortuga to rest and using his cell phone she called the two women who had pledged their service to him forever. Once they had arrived and got settled in, Morgan took herself into one of the other rooms and got a shiny black dress that barely hung above her ankles, the dress itself was what almost looked like scales, if asked she would jokingly say it was her gift from a dragon, if only the knew...it was her gift from The Dragon... when she was fully dressed and had put on a touch of makeup, just enough to compliment her deep red hair, she made her way to the Kingston manor and let herself in walking into some form of silly argument, "Mind your tongues...we are guests after all." Her voice was calm and level but underneath it was a layer of power only one as old as her could speak with, "After all there will be plenty of time to argue and bicker after we have solved the issues at hand." She took a seat next to Beatrix, her movements reminding one of a spider in the way she did things...elegant and oh so deadly.
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Lucian
Lucian remained upstairs, sitting in front of the mirror awaiting to be called down, awaiting a death sentence. If that was the choice he would accept it and give back the life he had been given so long ago. He would join his son in eternity, he opened the chest at the foot of his bed and put on his suit, his uniform from world war 2. It would serve him well once again be it in life...or death.
@Hostile
Listen I am not trying to be a bitch here, but you need to edit your post. You wouldn't receive any order from the CEO... He is supposed to be one of the most shadowy and unknown figures in the entire roleplay. If you were going to receive orders they would come from ShadowJack. And despite being told twice know you still used Aetius as an NPC in your post. Its not right. Also you just copied and pasted the file from Horrid's character sheet. This all needs changed before you post again thank you.
Listen I am not trying to be a bitch here, but you need to edit your post. You wouldn't receive any order from the CEO... He is supposed to be one of the most shadowy and unknown figures in the entire roleplay. If you were going to receive orders they would come from ShadowJack. And despite being told twice know you still used Aetius as an NPC in your post. Its not right. Also you just copied and pasted the file from Horrid's character sheet. This all needs changed before you post again thank you.
I'm back!
Name:
Lucian Loralenn
Age:
940-21
Appearance:
Bio:
Lucian was born about 20 years prior to the first crusade, by the time he had reached 17 his father, a proud catholic, had him inducted into the church as a warrior for god, He was trained without pause every day to lead a regimen of soldiers on the forefront of the battle, when the day came and siege was laid on the holy land, Lucian led his group of men to take the holy city, the battle was horrid, and many men died. when the time came and Lucian was laying wounded alongside many of his fallen brothers but where others prayed he simply cursed god and the church for having ruined his life with their war. When he was ready to accept death a man in Templar armor knelt next to him and asked him simply, "why arent you praying?" and Lucian looked up into his eye and with a cold smile said, "Because god took everything from me but in death...he cannot have my soul." The man smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, "You can live brother...Do you renounce your god? and accept true eternal life?" Seeing only death ahead Lucian nodded and his new life started right there. As life went on Lucian found that being immortal was wonderful and the heat of battle only grew more exciting as he became a "dark god" over time he fought in many wars and devoted his life to slaughter. After World War 2 ended Lucian had grown weary of fighting and just gave up on war hoping to find a quieter and more peaceful life but being a vampire never stays "Peaceful."
Personality:
Intelligent and strong, Lucian is the type of man to avoid parties but gladly teach a single willing individual everything he knows, His heart once so filled with anger and rage towards humanity has sunken into a deep longing for peace at last. Aiming now to teach the world that the only thing war really brings is destruction and death. As time continued Lucian's coldness began to slowly fade away leaving a longing for something he just can't seem to place even now.
What family do you belong to: (You can fill this out later when both Heads have been posted) ( Are you head member or just a member?)
Power:
The Control of soundwaves
Side:
Indifferent
Weapon:
A Templar Shortsword
Other:
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Name: Adrian Lynch,
Age: 744
Appearance:
Bio: Adrian was born into a life of hardship, at the age of six his mother died of fever, his father a proud warrior was slain in a duel when the boy was only ten. A man by the name of Holt offered the boy a place to live if he was willing to work hard and help farm. Adrian worked hard, harder than any grown man and earned his right to live there, by the time the young man was around 17 he was known for getting into fights in the village for people disrespecting him or his friend Holt, he would often come home with bloody noses and black eyes for having stood up for his beliefs, Holt would simply clean the boy off and ask him the same question every time, "Tell me boy? Can you hold honor? Can you keep it safe from harm? Can you protect it like a child? If not...then how is it worth dying over?" And of course Adrian would get angry and try to argue that his honor was worth fighting for that people shouldn't disrespect Holt just cause he refuses to fight! But Holt would simply reiterate that honor wasn't worth dying over. By the time the boy was 20 he had begun to understand the truth behind what his adopted father had been teaching him, he rarely got into fights and when he did it was to defend someone who couldn't defend themselves. At age 23 Adrian had become a strong man and Holt had shown him well the art of the sword, it was during one of his regular trips to the village that he first laid eyes on the English, disrespectful and full of themselves Adrian did not like these men, a few weeks later a young boy came to his door covered in ash and begging for help from the only two swordsmen the village knew, Adrian and Holt ran to the village, only to find it engulfed in flames and its residents slaughtered, on a post near the center of town was a decree, that stated anyone who resisted the British military would be met with swift punishment. After that Adrian left home to seek out a man who was supposedly fighting back, fighting for freedom, a man by the name of William Wallace. Adrian would go on to fight alongside William in many battles, until the boy was around 26 and all the way up until William's capture, William had sent Adrian up high into the mountains to store away important British documents, it was in these mountains Adrian found himself hunted by something in the dark, something intelligent and skilled with the art of blending into shadow, Adrian narrowly avoided the creature for 3 days, before weakened by sleeplessness and weariness he fell asleep, Adrian awoke later to horrible cold and an inability to move his body, beside him was a beautiful woman pale as snow with hair red like the setting sun, the woman asked him simply, "Do you wish to live?" Adrian knew she was a witch and he knew not what she had done to him, but as far as he knew his brothers were still expecting his return, so with a heavy heart he agreed, and his immortal life began right there. The woman told him to meet her in those mountains after he was finished with his silly mortal ties and she promised to teach him the truth about life, Adrian received word of his friends capture upon his return. After this Adrian discovered something was very wrong with him, during a fight with a few British soldiers out on patrol in the dark, Adrian lost control of himself and drank deeply from the man sending shock and horror into what remained of his brothers, after that Adrian ran home his farm to find it emptyed and a note left upon his bed, "My son, I leave everything that mattered to me in life to you...fight for others...not honor." Adrian wept for days, and after his grief had passed he took up Holt's sword and made his way to where the woman was, "Woman!" She was fast and agile almost appearing out of thin air, "Have you come to learn of life?" Adrian met her with a sword to her throat, "You will help me free my friend...and in return I will do anything you so ask." The woman agreed and the two of them set off to rescue William Wallace from prison. As you know they were not successful, and William was slain, however the woman who Adrian now knew as Morgan, gave him his freedom for his loss, telling him to simply come to her when he was truly ready. Adrian lived a wild life and became something of a legend a ghost of an old warrior still holding his sword and protecting the innocent in the dead of night. After many many years Adrian traveled to the new world and set to make a life for himself there, as things changed and life went on he found he had a knack for knowing the right people and staying connected, he eventually joined the Mafia and became well known for being able to get information on anyone. No one in the mafia ever questioned why he didn't age or why he was such a skilled executioner, they simply sat back and let him do what he did best, It was during these years he learned about a man named Alistair and sought him out in hopes that the rumors were true...that he was just like him.
Personality: Loud mouthed at times, but brave and protective of the innocent, that being said he has never lost the wild spirit he was born with and thus is a perfect fit for the Blackmoore clan.
What family do you belong to?: Blackmoore,
Power: True Hemokinesis, The ability to control blood of any kind in a variety of different forms, ranging from but not limited to, a skin of armor capable of blocking medium Caliber rounds at close range, blades of blood that can be used from anywhere on his body but must remain connected to him, the ability to cause blood left in places to suddenly sharpen as spike traps, the ability to fire a small amount of solidified blood at extreme speeds, etc
Side: Indifferent
Weapon: Scottish Claymore.
Other: to this day Adrian has yet to go see Morgan...but he will...someday.
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Name: Morgan
Age: Looks around 24 her true age however has never been disclosed, she was once heard stating that she was old enough to have seen the rise and fall of Babylonia.
Appearance:
Bio: "My turning far predates anything you humans can call history...I was turned in a time where man lived deep in the forests and many terrible things that you could barely understand hunted us in the dark. A time without law and filled with terror and blood. We survived and became hunters...And we thought ourselves immortal...Until something smarter started hunting us. In my mind my life truly began when my mind was opened by the gift of life immortal."
Personality: "Sometimes I can be dignified and reverent as an ancient often is, but at other times I can be wild and bloodthirsty like an animal, Honestly I think this goes back to my mortal human life, we lived like animals and it never really left me no matter how human I have learned to be."
What family do you belong to?: "I suppose one could call me a Blackmoore, But I only hold ties with them for Adrian..."
Power: Divination. (At random times Morgan has flashes of future sight.)
Side: Indifferent
Weapon: "An old Babylonian dagger given to me as a gift...From a lover or something...I don't truly recall."
Other:
Lucian Loralenn
Age:
940-21
Appearance:
Bio:
Lucian was born about 20 years prior to the first crusade, by the time he had reached 17 his father, a proud catholic, had him inducted into the church as a warrior for god, He was trained without pause every day to lead a regimen of soldiers on the forefront of the battle, when the day came and siege was laid on the holy land, Lucian led his group of men to take the holy city, the battle was horrid, and many men died. when the time came and Lucian was laying wounded alongside many of his fallen brothers but where others prayed he simply cursed god and the church for having ruined his life with their war. When he was ready to accept death a man in Templar armor knelt next to him and asked him simply, "why arent you praying?" and Lucian looked up into his eye and with a cold smile said, "Because god took everything from me but in death...he cannot have my soul." The man smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, "You can live brother...Do you renounce your god? and accept true eternal life?" Seeing only death ahead Lucian nodded and his new life started right there. As life went on Lucian found that being immortal was wonderful and the heat of battle only grew more exciting as he became a "dark god" over time he fought in many wars and devoted his life to slaughter. After World War 2 ended Lucian had grown weary of fighting and just gave up on war hoping to find a quieter and more peaceful life but being a vampire never stays "Peaceful."
Personality:
Intelligent and strong, Lucian is the type of man to avoid parties but gladly teach a single willing individual everything he knows, His heart once so filled with anger and rage towards humanity has sunken into a deep longing for peace at last. Aiming now to teach the world that the only thing war really brings is destruction and death. As time continued Lucian's coldness began to slowly fade away leaving a longing for something he just can't seem to place even now.
What family do you belong to: (You can fill this out later when both Heads have been posted) ( Are you head member or just a member?)
Power:
The Control of soundwaves
Side:
Indifferent
Weapon:
A Templar Shortsword
Other:
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Name: Adrian Lynch,
Age: 744
Appearance:
Bio: Adrian was born into a life of hardship, at the age of six his mother died of fever, his father a proud warrior was slain in a duel when the boy was only ten. A man by the name of Holt offered the boy a place to live if he was willing to work hard and help farm. Adrian worked hard, harder than any grown man and earned his right to live there, by the time the young man was around 17 he was known for getting into fights in the village for people disrespecting him or his friend Holt, he would often come home with bloody noses and black eyes for having stood up for his beliefs, Holt would simply clean the boy off and ask him the same question every time, "Tell me boy? Can you hold honor? Can you keep it safe from harm? Can you protect it like a child? If not...then how is it worth dying over?" And of course Adrian would get angry and try to argue that his honor was worth fighting for that people shouldn't disrespect Holt just cause he refuses to fight! But Holt would simply reiterate that honor wasn't worth dying over. By the time the boy was 20 he had begun to understand the truth behind what his adopted father had been teaching him, he rarely got into fights and when he did it was to defend someone who couldn't defend themselves. At age 23 Adrian had become a strong man and Holt had shown him well the art of the sword, it was during one of his regular trips to the village that he first laid eyes on the English, disrespectful and full of themselves Adrian did not like these men, a few weeks later a young boy came to his door covered in ash and begging for help from the only two swordsmen the village knew, Adrian and Holt ran to the village, only to find it engulfed in flames and its residents slaughtered, on a post near the center of town was a decree, that stated anyone who resisted the British military would be met with swift punishment. After that Adrian left home to seek out a man who was supposedly fighting back, fighting for freedom, a man by the name of William Wallace. Adrian would go on to fight alongside William in many battles, until the boy was around 26 and all the way up until William's capture, William had sent Adrian up high into the mountains to store away important British documents, it was in these mountains Adrian found himself hunted by something in the dark, something intelligent and skilled with the art of blending into shadow, Adrian narrowly avoided the creature for 3 days, before weakened by sleeplessness and weariness he fell asleep, Adrian awoke later to horrible cold and an inability to move his body, beside him was a beautiful woman pale as snow with hair red like the setting sun, the woman asked him simply, "Do you wish to live?" Adrian knew she was a witch and he knew not what she had done to him, but as far as he knew his brothers were still expecting his return, so with a heavy heart he agreed, and his immortal life began right there. The woman told him to meet her in those mountains after he was finished with his silly mortal ties and she promised to teach him the truth about life, Adrian received word of his friends capture upon his return. After this Adrian discovered something was very wrong with him, during a fight with a few British soldiers out on patrol in the dark, Adrian lost control of himself and drank deeply from the man sending shock and horror into what remained of his brothers, after that Adrian ran home his farm to find it emptyed and a note left upon his bed, "My son, I leave everything that mattered to me in life to you...fight for others...not honor." Adrian wept for days, and after his grief had passed he took up Holt's sword and made his way to where the woman was, "Woman!" She was fast and agile almost appearing out of thin air, "Have you come to learn of life?" Adrian met her with a sword to her throat, "You will help me free my friend...and in return I will do anything you so ask." The woman agreed and the two of them set off to rescue William Wallace from prison. As you know they were not successful, and William was slain, however the woman who Adrian now knew as Morgan, gave him his freedom for his loss, telling him to simply come to her when he was truly ready. Adrian lived a wild life and became something of a legend a ghost of an old warrior still holding his sword and protecting the innocent in the dead of night. After many many years Adrian traveled to the new world and set to make a life for himself there, as things changed and life went on he found he had a knack for knowing the right people and staying connected, he eventually joined the Mafia and became well known for being able to get information on anyone. No one in the mafia ever questioned why he didn't age or why he was such a skilled executioner, they simply sat back and let him do what he did best, It was during these years he learned about a man named Alistair and sought him out in hopes that the rumors were true...that he was just like him.
Personality: Loud mouthed at times, but brave and protective of the innocent, that being said he has never lost the wild spirit he was born with and thus is a perfect fit for the Blackmoore clan.
What family do you belong to?: Blackmoore,
Power: True Hemokinesis, The ability to control blood of any kind in a variety of different forms, ranging from but not limited to, a skin of armor capable of blocking medium Caliber rounds at close range, blades of blood that can be used from anywhere on his body but must remain connected to him, the ability to cause blood left in places to suddenly sharpen as spike traps, the ability to fire a small amount of solidified blood at extreme speeds, etc
Side: Indifferent
Weapon: Scottish Claymore.
Other: to this day Adrian has yet to go see Morgan...but he will...someday.
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Name: Morgan
Age: Looks around 24 her true age however has never been disclosed, she was once heard stating that she was old enough to have seen the rise and fall of Babylonia.
Appearance:
Bio: "My turning far predates anything you humans can call history...I was turned in a time where man lived deep in the forests and many terrible things that you could barely understand hunted us in the dark. A time without law and filled with terror and blood. We survived and became hunters...And we thought ourselves immortal...Until something smarter started hunting us. In my mind my life truly began when my mind was opened by the gift of life immortal."
Personality: "Sometimes I can be dignified and reverent as an ancient often is, but at other times I can be wild and bloodthirsty like an animal, Honestly I think this goes back to my mortal human life, we lived like animals and it never really left me no matter how human I have learned to be."
What family do you belong to?: "I suppose one could call me a Blackmoore, But I only hold ties with them for Adrian..."
Power: Divination. (At random times Morgan has flashes of future sight.)
Side: Indifferent
Weapon: "An old Babylonian dagger given to me as a gift...From a lover or something...I don't truly recall."
Other:
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