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Black Iris Society

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Black Iris Society

@alimariloasun@Obscene Symphony@Hero@Xephyra@Dead Cruiser@CleanBreeze

discord.gg/skpnQr We officially have a Discord! The OOC should be up sometime later this afternoon or early tonight.

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Black Iris Society

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Black Iris Society

@alimariloasun@Obscene Symphony@Hero@Xephyra@Dead Cruiser@CleanBreeze

discord.gg/skpnQr We officially have a Discord! The OOC should be up sometime later this afternoon or early tonight.

Black Iris Society

Will be working on an OOC and a Discord today! :)

Black Iris Society

@alimariloasun Awesome to hear!! We'll see if we can rope in a few more interested folk and I'll whip up an OOC.

Black Iris Society

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The rules of the Black Iris Society are simple and you have been told to follow them at all costs, no matter the stakes, no matter the situation. You have sworn yourself to the Society, though it's not as if you had a choice.
You were born into this.

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It's hard to remember a time before the formation of the Council of the Iris and it's even harder to remember a time when the King hadn't ruled over you or your people. After seeing years of slaughter and freak-shows, he decided that your people were incapable of living among humanity. This was a decision agreed upon by the Council of the Iris, a decision that shaped the way you and your people would forever interact with the society around you. You were safer this way, you were happier.

Yours were the ones who they burned at the stake, who they belittled for your gleaming yellow eyes, who they chased with wood and cloves of garlic. Humans had never been understanding and your King sought to save you from them by shielding you from them. It was a very long time before your King allowed you and yours to integrate back into society sworn beneath the Laws of the Iris. You have lived this way for as long as you can remember, right alongside the humans, never revealing, always careful.

It was not until recently that you had ever felt threatened. An uprising has started to form with a small group of humans. These humans call themselves the Council of the Hunters and your King has been unnervingly silent about all of this.

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Vampires

Born Vampires
• Born in the traditional means though only born vampires are capable of making other born vampires.
• Pale, sun sensitive but not at danger unless standing in direct sunlight.
• Shorter fangs, more "teeth-like".
• Golden eyes when in bloodlust.
• Capable of living on minimal blood.
• Derives enjoyment from "human food".
• Considered "high society", usually quite rich.
• Capable of aging or pausing that aging process.

Turned Vampires
• Turned by either a born vampire or another turned vampire.
• Pale, extremely sun sensitive, requires an enchanted object from a witch to venture into any sunlight.
• Longer fangs, curved and sharp.
• Silver or red eyes when in bloodlust dependent on blood intake.
• Requires frequent feedings.
• Derives no enjoyment from "human food", capable of tasting colorants and additives.
• Considered "lower class", often treated as secondhand.
• Incapable of aging, trapped at the age they "died" at.

Half-Bloods
• Turned vampires that were turned by an inexperienced vampire.
• Pale, extremely sun sensitive, requires an enchanted object from a witch to venture into any sunlight.
• Longer fangs, sometimes deformed fangs, missing fangs or partial fangs.
• Silver or red eyes when in bloodlust dependent on blood intake, usually red.
• Obsessively needs to feed, little to no self control.
• Extremely rare, this mutation does not happen much at all and most who wind up with it wind up killed by the Council of the Iris.
• Considered extremely "lower class", treated less than dirt.
• Incapable of aging, trapped at the age they "died" at, sometimes they're slowly rotting.

Witches

Witches
• Witches are born, you cannot make a witch.
• Witches all share a birthmark somewhere on their person that's shaped like a star or a crescent moon. The position of this birthmark is important among covens, they often favor more noticeable positions and see that as a sign of power.
• Witches often have strange eyes, vibrantly colored or so pale that they seem drained of color entirely. This is not a necessary trait but it's viewed as attractive in the community.
• Capable of many spells though witches usually specialize. Some prefer "green magic" involving nature and animals, others prefer "red magic" which is often fire based, and so on and so forth. Witches who have perfected the ability to heal without herbs are very rare.
• Considered "upper class" though nowhere near as rich as the born vampires.
• Aging is significantly slower than a human but does happen.

Werewolves

Werewolves
• Werewolves can procreate among themselves, though they can also change humans into werewolves.
• They're usually quite human in outward appearance, just a bit hairier with oddly colored eyes. Golds, greens, and pale blues are common.
• During transformation, their noses and mouths extend into a snout and their bodies grow in size. Their nails extend into canine-like claws. Their teeth sharpen into fangs and their ears extend into wolf-like ears.
• Transformation is triggered by the full moon, most werewolves have developed a ritual in preparation.
• Transformation can also be triggered by strong displays of emotion.
• Werewolves are often insatiably hungry, they love to eat.
• Considered "lower class", about at the same standard of changed vampires.
• Aging is actually pretty normal.

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This roleplay here will be taking a lot of heavy inspiration from L.J Smith's Night World, however it's got it's own storyline and there's no soulmate nonsense but credit where credit's due, I guess. You'll be playing either as a supernatural creature or a human hunter in this roleplay, it'll take place in a modern New York. The first scene will have us at a masquerade ball called together by the King.
You know, if this actually goes anywhere. Looking forward to seeing if anyone's interested.

When Royalty Collides

Quincy Seara-Lloyd

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Quincy Alanni Seara-Lloyd.

Prince of Mbrëmje, Albania.

21.

Male.

Bisexual.

Quincy looks quite a lot like his father though he stands alone in the details. While they both share that same curly dark hair and pleasant youthful face, Quincy's jaw is a bit harder and his cheekbones are a bit higher. An aristocratic brow compliments a triangular nose. His lips are somewhat fuller than his father's though he has a smaller mouth. His eyebrows are dark and set low over his eyes which are a light coffee shade.

Quincy stands in tall around an even six feet, built strong and lean with muscle. He has naturally long legs and strong arms. He can often be found with a lazy posture, a lounging grace, leaning on things and resting his chin on his arms. He doesn't dress in a manner that suggests a knowledge for trends but he always seems well dressed. He favors earthy tones and outfits that are comfortable overall.

First and foremost, Quincy is a hedonist with an addictive personality. Indulgence is something he knows quite well and he makes a habit of chasing the things that he likes. He can be a bit of a slacker and he doesn't know when to take things seriously. A jokester's nature often makes him a bad choice in a grim situation, he likes to crack out sarcasm and mocking quips. His sense of humor can sometimes be a bit mean or dark which can make him rather unpopular with some crowds.

He's very intelligent, sometimes too smart for his own good but he often doesn't put that intelligence to use. He's quick to the draw and very reactive but he's also quite reckless. His bravery sometimes borders on stupidity and he's extremely stubborn. His unwavering desire to be right often gets him into trouble. Sometimes it seems he argues his opinions just to hear his own voice.

Despite these negatives, he's incredibly empathetic and capable of understanding the needs of those around him. He's often quick to offer a hand when one is needed. He's very loyal to the people he loves and devotes everything to them. Sometimes he can come off a bit obsessive but he generally has the awareness to acknowledge and adjust his behavior. He has a firm set of morals that he subscribes to and he is extremely passionate about them.

Likes:
• Hanging out with his girlfriend.
• Smoking.
• Drinking.
• Playing guitar.
• White carnations.
• Reading.
• Rainy days.
• Dogs.

Dislikes:
• Most insects.
• Muggy heat.
• Quiet houses.
• Ghost movies.
• Formal wear.
• Losing bookmarks.
• Running low on cigarettes.

• Princess Daphne Seara from Mbrëmje, Albania went to college in the States where she met a young man named Quinn Lloyd at a party.
• The two started a very passionate relationship wrought with a lot of weed and alcohol that had many ups and downs.
• Her parents were horrified and strongly opposed of their daughter's commoner boyfriend, going as far as threatening to strip her royal title and cut her off financially if she did not end the relationship.
• As expected, the threats did nothing but increase the stubborn princess' resolve for marrying Quinn.
• Realizing they would very well forever lose their only daughter if they continued to oppose, the king and queen eventually gave themselves a chance to get to know Quinn.
• Although their opinion that their Daphne deserved better never changed, they saw how much the young man loved their daughter, and eventually gave the couple their blessing.
• The two were married off very soon after.
• Quinn fell quite easily into the life of a royal, though he never quite cleaned up his act.
• Quincy Alanni Seara-Lloyd was born a few years into their union, named after both of his parents.
• Quincy grew up to show many traits he shared with his father, a rebellious streak was among those.
• He was eventually sent off to a boarding school known as Hannover Day where he was generally known as a nuisance.
• He spent most of his time seeking out trouble, smoking behind the building, having a lot of casual hook-ups and teasing Princess Marcela Castillo.
• It was in the middle of their junior year that two would find themselves tangled in a romance, and have spent almost all of their time together ever since.
• He currently comfortably shares a penthouse with her in the States.

Marcela Castillo, Princess of Argonia, Spain.

Jorge López // #662d91

• Quincy knows a lot of really useless facts mostly pertaining to history.
• He's fluent in Albanian, English and knows some Spanish.
• He's a hell of a chain smoker.

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion

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It tasted like regret, rolling in across his teeth like waves lapping at the shore. He couldn't clear these wistful words from his head as he pulled his rental car up outside of the resort. He knew that he had written them himself, smudged them out and written them again and again. He had never finished that poem but he had gone home with his fingers blackened by graphite. He knew that frustration again as he looked up at the building sprawling before him. He wasn't ready, not entirely, he wasn't scared but he didn't know what waited for him there. The Caden that many of his classmates had known had been lost to adulthood, a child's shadow to the man he was now.

He was glad that highschool had been fleeting and that college had formed him into the person he was today but he wondered if he was even recognizable. He wondered if they were even recognizable. He knew the reflection that stared back at him nowadays was that of a much more confident person than the tired-looking kid with black hair that often scowled at him in old photos. It was sometimes jarring to think back to the kid that he had once been and he struggled to understand what he had been so afraid of. Nearly nothing scared him nowadays but he knew that he'd once been so afraid of everything.

Leaving Brooklyn hadn't been hard with no person to tie him down. He had asked a friend to watch his cat and he'd bought the tickets kind of unthinkingly. The invitation had put him into a kind of auto-pilot which had lead to him recklessly packing his suitcase and taking off with little other word. It had been like a movie scene, except the main character wasn't about to embark on a life changing adventure. This main character was about to relive highschool, for better or for worse.

Being so close to his past that he could nearly touch it was a strange kind of anticipation. It was a building of raw emotion that he wasn't eager to see boil over but mostly it was exciting, a break in the lull of day to day life. Even more exciting was the idea of possibly seeing Reina again. He had not seen her since their falling out in highschool but he had heard about her from Theodore in passing. He tried not to ask for updates, often felt very silly when the worry crept in, but he couldn't help wondering. He and Reina had lost whatever they had once been behind in highschool but he had been left with some lingering feelings.

Maybe it was baggage, maybe it was excuses or apologies for not being better, he wasn't sure but it was something. Caden was a person who loved with everything on the line and to have such an abrupt end was strange and devasting to him as a young man. He had moved on, of course, and though that had ended badly, a small part of him always wondered; what if? What if Rei had been the one? When it came down to it, these were just silly questions but he couldn't steady his heartbeat as he approached the building. He knew he had words for this feeling, he'd written them a thousand times and he was resolved to write them a thousand more.

"Caden Burke," he addressed the person working the desk. "I'm here for the King's Academy reunion." Saying the words made him feel like he was sealing his fate, licking the envelope closed and signing it to his fellow attendees. As he headed to his room to prepare for the party, he wondered if he had any words for the churning mixture of anxiety, excitement and apprehension that he was feeling. He thought he might have written them at least a hundred times but sometimes it was easier just to ponder them. He thought they were quite a lot like what if?