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Of Blood and Magic

@Achronum There's a good ten years between them. I actually was going to have him poke around to see if he could gather information from the teachers or older vampires about what happened to her. Most likely have her dead just to kinda push that little thin line of peace they got going on.

Of Blood and Magic

Morrigan Cade

Morrigan Cade

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Additional details
Morrigan stands at a towering six foot even. After being part of the track team back in high school he kept up with his daily fitness routine giving him a limber and lean look to his body. His dark tresses are stylishly kept tousled and cut to frame his angular face while hiding a thin scar that goes through his right eyebrow and back towards his temple. He also has his sister's childhood nickname, 'Moog', tattooed on his left wrist.

He prefers darker jackets and mute colors such as grey and black when it comes to attire.

Age
Twenty

Gender
Male

Personality
There’s warmth despite the fact his body holds no heat. A certain sad joy that could be seen etched in the corners of his eyes. Morrigan wasn’t the brooding type—not by nature at least. His humor bubbled to the surface with ease; a peculiar method of coping he would claim if pressed. His need for social ties seems deeply rooted in his past human life, for when left to his own devices Morrgian's mood dampens and a sense of restlessness settles in.

Bio

Dying is an art.

One humankind is adept at. It is pain and peace all swirled into one. And while Morrigan stood on the threshold between life and death his boiling mind could only form one coherent thought, Did it matter?

In his human years he never found the deep seated hatred that most humans carried for vampires. Did he trust them? No. But it was more like he had accepted their existence just like they had accepted his. But there was fatal curiosity he felt towards them and a deep desire to improve things between humans and vampires.

When the ritual came on his birthday there was a small mixed feeling of disappointment and relief when the stone stayed dull in his hand. For his older sister it had apparently lit up brightly. An adept mage at the ready to help keep the peace between the two. And while some families rejoiced in a better life for their child, Morrigan mourned for the loss of his only sibling.

He went on in that manner in life. Both curious and cautious, until he happened upon an accident on his way home. Rouge vampires driven by blood lust were few and far between these days. The pairing system worked well to sate their need for blood. But there were still reports in the news—fear mongering, he had thought.

But the creature that dripped blood before him was not that of the ones whispered in fairy tales. There a young bleeding mage frantically whispered incantations while pressed limply against the street light. While his vampiric partner engaged in a struggle against the towering foe.

He was losing.

Morrigan could see it, the frenzied vampire was older, stronger. And to this day he wasn’t sure why he stepped in. His thoughts a mess from the conversion. Only the sting of pain as something sliced through him and the watery voices that faded in and out for what felt like years.

Turning wasn’t something one could easily describe. It was like feeling your body fill with molten lead, liquefying and scorching before your brain shut down and brought with it blissful numbness. And awaking was a new world of its own. The peaceful cold of a life long gone but a corpse still animated.
Now he finds himself caught between the scornful eyes of the pure ones and the distrust of the humans he once belonged too.

Sexual orientation
Pansexual

Likes
Star gazing, reading, listening to people talk, laughter, and music.

Dislikes
Conflict, not being able to watch the sun rise, being left alone, and rudeness.

Habits
Morrigan still falls prey to his old human habits. Small things like grabbing a cup to make coffee. Or holding his breath when going over a bridge. He also seems to have developed a need to touch objects from time to time—a method to help cope with his new reality.

@Achronum let me know if I need to fix anything.

Of Blood and Magic

Placing my interest here.
Will begin working on a CS soon.

The Adamant World

Juniper Lee Andrews

She winced, just a subtle movement, when the woman called her out on her lack of direction. It wasn’t as if she was wrong but Juniper's pride wilted at the comment.

“You’re right,” she admitted flatly, “I just got to shore the night before and wasn’t paying any attention during the tour. You’d think coming from a seafaring town I'd be more used to traveling the waves, but it never ceases to make me sick.”

It wasn’t like to her to blatantly admit her failings but at the moment she didn’t find the use in trying to keep it hidden. The woman had been kind enough to help her when she had been too stubborn to ask. And even still her comment held little judgement in its tone as they pushed further down the halls.

While they walked Juniper tried to pay closer attention to the winding hallways. Heat now rolled out of various rooms, fires crackling in their hearths to stave off the morning chill. Savory smells from a nearby kitchen wafted through the halls and set her stomach into a fit of low grumbles and growls.

Juniper reached her fingertips, out of habit, tracing them lightly along the walls. It felt different than home—where the well-worn wood held a polished sheen from the years. But there was a sense of solace in that touch. The slight grit of the stone was something solid and she allowed herself to find a small peace of mind with it.

As they rounded a corner her companion faltered, drawing her attention to the now flustered looking woman. Her dark eyes had widened with embarrassment as she quickly bowed before her.
“Nila Lionridge, of Carneylem. I apologise for failing to introduce myself sooner; there's a lot to consider at the moment, but it's no reason to lose my manners,” she said with a flourish.

Juniper felt her mouth quirk into a little half smile. Neither of them had introduced themselves, instead happily working their way down towards the main hall as if this was nothing but a typical day. With a slight shake of her head she thrust her hand towards Nila.

“Seems we’re both a little off kilter today. It’s a pleasure, Nila Lionridge, I am Juniper Andrews from Rynalem,” she said letting her face crack into a broad smile.

Juniper moved and grasped Nila's hand in hers, giving it the same firm shake she used back at home before letting her go. The scent of food was heavy in the air now and her stomach issued another, audible, complaint. With a forced chuckle she tipped her head in the direction of lilting voices and busy bodies before saying, ”Ready then?”

She eagerly moved into the hall and followed her nose to where the morning’s breakfast was being served. After gathering a rather stout portion Juniper hesitated when looking for a place to sit. A handful of members had already woken and sat casually around, some eating and others chatting. Insecurity flushed through her—they all looked like they belong here more than she. Or maybe it was her own mind playing at her fears while she gingerly picked a seat close to where the group of people were. With a nervous silence she poured herself into a chair, listening quietly as they talked to one another.

The Adamant World

Juniper Lee Andrews

"I know the path to the hall from here," she paused, brow furrowing, "I, ah, assume that's where you're looking to go."

Juniper bolted where she stood, so engrossed in her own mental musings and irritation she had failed to hear the woman approach. She could feel her hands instinctively clench while she fought the natural urge to swing at the new figure. Owning an Inn wasn’t always the smoothest path—especially one that dabbled in the art of ale. Drunkards and lecherous figures always haunted in the shadows of her home. And with that in mind her father had taught her some skills in order to fend for herself if need be—not that she actually ever needed too.

She let out a hissing breath, a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, while she tried to cool the heat that flamed her cheeks. Lost, her first real day and she had already gotten herself lost. But the woman that stood before here didn’t seem to judge her, well not directly. She noted that her dark eyes bore into the wall next to them instead of down and through her. And in return she offered a small smile of thanks to be able to avoid direct eye contact for the time being.

The woman was tall, though her judgement for other people’s height was skewed due to her own diminutive stature, and broadly built. With skin that was only a few shades deeper than that of honey. She could feel the strength that radiated off her, and not just from the taunt way she held herself. Nor the hardness that seemed to lie beneath her clothing. There was a sense of experience and rigid discipline, like the sea weathered sailors that she had seen over the years. Had she been back home she would have mistaken the woman for a captain or someone of great power.

“Yes, I am, actually. All these halls look the same to me,” she said while shifting nervously from one foot to the other. It wasn’t a complete lie either. The grandiose looking hallways mirrored one another, though not to the point that one would so easily lose themselves. But she wasn’t about to admit fully that she was to blame for her confusion, at least not to stranger.

Before another word was spoken a new voice broke through the morning’s silence. Juniper tilted her head slightly to get a better look, hand raised in a half-hearted wave, while she spied a wash of pale blonde hair dip down in a quick bow. Before Juniper could get a better look the woman disappeared as quickly as she came and let her greeting die behind parted lips.

Am I the only one having trouble finding the hall?

She shook away the disappointing thought and turned back to the woman with a bright smile. There was no sense in letting it bother her any further as the reality of her new life came flooding back. There were people, not just servants wandering about. But real guild members—real powder mages—and today was one that was heavy with promise.

“Shall we,” she asked with carefully concealed excitement. Juniper didn’t bother to ask whether the woman wanted to go the hall or not, but assumed that was where she was heading and was eager to follow her there.

@Lasrever

The Adamant World

Juniper Lee Andrews

She tilted her chin up, trying to dislodge the current of bleeding energy that pulsated through her limbs. Nerves, they sparked and clamored beneath her skin while her heart quickened with every step.

Meeting new people was never her strong suit. Even with the years of experience with the constant ebb and flow of new faces that the sea brought to her home. The only thing Juniper had learned was how to school her face to hide the quivering mass that was her core. She could smile, relax her shoulders, and breeze through a conversation. Or even haggle down a trader with a fierceness. But it was the quaking that happened in the comfort of a dark closest or an empty room afterwards that she never let anyone see.

But this was a different feeling. One that lingered over from the day before. That cold and vulnerable presence that had saturated her core as she made her way towards the where the map marked her new home. It lent the friendly faces that milled around in the crowds a darker tone. As if they judged her for being here. The same way she judged herself.

No, I’m doing this for them, Juniper thought to herself, brushing away the niggling guilt that lay like a stone in the pit of her belly. Her parents needed the extra flow of income. It just so happened that she found a way to solve their problems and indulge in her coveted desires.

Juniper tightened the grip around the worn handle that contained all that was left of her old life. They had sent the new recruits to their rooms fairly quickly, with the promise of a proper day to be given to them in the morning. She welcomed the quick orientation, as they walked them down the series of halls in her half dazed state. She was worn from her journey, the seas sucking what life she had left before she stepped back on solid ground. She may be from a storm weathered town but that didn't make her an expert when dealing with the tossing and turning of undulating waves. Juniper had crawled quickly into her provided bed, not bothering to u pack or even shed her clothes as she sought rest.

But rest barely came and fled while she tossed and turned in the night. Dreams of thunderous storms that shattered the night sky and the faces filled with fear and condemnation that seemed to burn into her kept her woke in fine sheets of sweat. So when the morning rose Juniper had already risen well before that first light of day. She lingered in the bed, homesick for the gentle roar of the waves crashing against the Cliffside. And the raucous cawing of the sea birds that greeted her in the morning.

Instead an unfamiliar silence pressed at her.

With shaky fingers she quickly snapped open the buckle on her pack. The familiar smell of her father—of old spices and ale—wafted up to greet her, they lingered in the threads of the stolen jackets that lay neatly packed away. Warm memories enveloped her and settled a calm over her wavering heart. This is why she was here, the thread of sanity that reminded her of the home she needed to help provide for.

She quickly shed yesterday’s old traveling suit and slid into a fresh wash of tanned leather. It pressed nicely against the plain white shirt she wore beneath. And for a moment she felt safe and secure once more. This might not feel like home yet, but she would make it be soon.

As she headed out of her bedroom door she tripped lightly. Her nerves betraying her in a series of graceless footwork that almost sent her sprawling onto the ground below. With a sheepish look that burned her cheeks Juniper glanced around. The halls blissful empty as she let out a heady sigh of relief.

Thankfully it was too early for the guild and no one was there to witness her blunder. She pressed her lips into a firm line, eyes narrowing before straightening the hem of her jacket. This is it, she thought with a silent farewell given in the back of her mind to her old life.
And with a sense of belonging she padded softly down the maze of hallways.

The inside of the guild smelled of stone and soot. Long gone were the flames that warmed the hearths that roared last night. Only the fresh scent of new wood and the gentle clamor of servants scattering to start the day. She paused, listening to the faint chatter that echoed down a pathway, trying to remember the way that brought her here from the guild’s marvelous hall. She didn't want to ask, a sense of pride and embarrassment dwelling within her. But the map of the guild that she had thought he memorized had vanished like thief in the night. Her brain sluggish as she took another corner only to find herself at a dead end. “Where am I supposed to go," she asked out loud with a sigh.

The Adamant World

Juniper Lee Andrews

Age: 26
Sex: Female

Description: Juniper is a slim woman with no real muscle tone to her build. Standing at a less-than-intimidating height of five foot two, she possesses a more petite and lithe look than athletic. Her smooth pallid complexion is set by a slight tawny undertone leading belief of a mixed heritage deep within her genetics. Juniper's hair is a mottle of grey streaks blended in with black and blonde. Which she keeps mostly kept up in a simple ponytail with only neatly cut bangs left free to frame her face. Her eyes resemble the sky on a clear and sunny day, not that she's seen many of them in her hometown of Rynalem.

Juniper likes to keep herself dressed sharp, or as her mother would accuse her--manly. Often borrowing her father's old jackets and fitting them for her small stature. A theme of tan and light browns swim in her wardrobe, only the pair of deep red earrings she wears brings any real color to her daily attire.

Flare: Mental manipulation or known more simply as 'mind control'. The power sounds far better than it actually is. In order for Juniper's power to take hold she must be able to make eye contact for a duration of ten seconds. And even still she can only place one order at a time. The deeper she places the order in the target's subconscious the longer the command stays. It also burns through her powder relatively quickly and requires almost complete concentration.

Its secondary use is hypnotic suggestion. A lighter form of her full power, it only takes a little of the powder at a time. With this she can simply speak verbal commands and her targets will have a strong desire to obey or react accordingly. Though easily wafted off depending on the person's willpower.

History: Juniper's upbringing was nothing short of average for that of a citizen living in Rynalem. The storms often brought with them a new gaggle of sea sick travelers, looking for a warm bed and stout ale. Her mother and father owned one of the smaller Inn's that flourished there. Known for their hands-on hospitality. With no male heirs to take on the business side, Juniper often tagged along with her father when he set to do his trades. She quickly picked up on the how-to's of haggling and business management. But as happy as the life made her folks there was always a niggling feeling that would press in the back of her skull.

But it wasn't until a particularly nasty storm brewed over the sea scape and bit into the outskirts of Rynalem that Juniper found her freedom. Money, a thing that they never had too much or too little of was now in short supply. Repairs were needed and she watched her parents struggle to barely cover the costs of upkeep. After several days of heated debates, tears, promises, and a step by step plan she bid her home goodbye. Juniper set off to join a guild in order to sate her thrust for adventure and to ease her parents woes.

The Adamant World

@Jinxer Okie dokie, I went ahead and scaled it back to ten instead of twenty. Me and my need to extra nerf things. 😅

The Adamant World

Juniper Lee Andrews

Juniper Lee Andrews

Age: 26
Sex: Female

Description: Juniper is a slim woman with no real muscle tone to her build. Standing at a less-than-intimidating height of five foot two, she possesses a more petite and lithe look than athletic. Her smooth pallid complexion is set by a slight tawny undertone leading belief of a mixed heritage deep within her genetics. Juniper's hair is a mottle of grey streaks blended in with black and blonde. Which she keeps mostly kept up in a simple ponytail with only neatly cut bangs left free to frame her face. Her eyes resemble the sky on a clear and sunny day, not that she's seen many of them in her hometown of Rynalem.

Juniper likes to keep herself dressed sharp, or as her mother would accuse her--manly. Often borrowing her father's old jackets and fitting them for her small stature. A theme of tan and light browns swim in her wardrobe, only the pair of deep red earrings she wears brings any real color to her daily attire.

Flare: Mental manipulation or known more simply as 'mind control'. The power sounds far better than it actually is. In order for Juniper's power to take hold she must be able to make eye contact for a duration of ten seconds. And even still she can only place one order at a time. The deeper she places the order in the target's subconscious the longer the command stays. It also burns through her powder relatively quickly and requires almost complete concentration.

Its secondary use is hypnotic suggestion. A lighter form of her full power, it only takes a little of the powder at a time. With this she can simply speak verbal commands and her targets will have a strong desire to obey or react accordingly. Though easily wafted off depending on the person's willpower.

History: Juniper's upbringing was nothing short of average for that of a citizen living in Rynalem. The storms often brought with them a new gaggle of sea sick travelers, looking for a warm bed and stout ale. Her mother and father owned one of the smaller Inn's that flourished there. Known for their hands-on hospitality. With no male heirs to take on the business side, Juniper often tagged along with her father when he set to do his trades. She quickly picked up on the how-to's of haggling and business management. But as happy as the life made her folks there was always a niggling feeling that would press in the back of her skull.

But it wasn't until a particularly nasty storm brewed over the sea scape and bit into the outskirts of Rynalem that Juniper found her freedom. Money, a thing that they never had too much or too little of was now in short supply. Repairs were needed and she watched her parents struggle to barely cover the costs of upkeep. After several days of heated debates, tears, promises, and a step by step plan she bid her home goodbye. Juniper set off to join a guild in order to sate her thrust for adventure and to ease her parents woes.