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Reva Khattab

Name: Reva Khattab

Image:

Reva

Lycan Form

Age: 29

Species: Werewolf

Goals/Faction: The Brothers and Sisters of Loup Garou, or BSLG.

The BSLG is a united series of werewolf tribes, and clans who have banded together to set a governing body over certain aspects of werewolf life. These aspects include a ban on hunting humans, restricting any violence against SOLDIER unless attacked first, nonconsensual turning etc. They operate through a semi annual moot where each of the leaders from different tribes, clans, and packs come together to decide on issues that come up or reform decisions they had made in the past. This is to ensure that nothing ever happens again like it did during the vampire war where Werewolves partook on the side of the vampires to conquer the world. That being said the BSLG is looking to set up a treaty with SOLDIER to ensure that they will not try to force themselves upon werewolves of the BSLG and allow them to govern themselves.

Backstory: Reva was born to a rather conservative Pack, that prided themselves on keeping traditional values, and still observed even primitive events including annually hunting a human. Reva hated the entire idea of it and knew that they needed to change with the civilized and advanced worlds the human had made, as the more they continued such traditions. She began to speak out among local Werewolf packs, and tribes at a young age.

It wasn’t long before her speaking picked up momentum amongst the younger of the werewolves, and thus influencing the older through them. It wasn’t long before she had the entire region meeting and discussing cultural acts that needed to be reformed and changed. Word spread among werewolves about Reva as she continued to gather more and more packs into the fold, and she was eventually approached by several pack leaders who had been implementing new guidelines among their own already. They asked her to lead a new alliance of Werewolves that was looking to spread across the world and connect Werwolves everywhere, but for now they were only located in Africa as she was.

Since then she has worked hard going through Europe with several other of the Pack leaders to spread the word of the BSLG. Much of European Packs have taken to the idea joining the BSLG Council and committing to the ideals of the that it held. Reva turns her sights to the US knowing that having a Packs in a super power such as that would make a major difference in the BSLG.

Powers/Skills: Reva is a young werewolf though her strength and speed are magnificent for her age they are far from that elders generations before her. She spends much time in meditation creating an iron will for herself as to not be swayed by mental powers or prowess of those more powerful than she is. She has developed herself into a leader giving a ability that allows her to release a beautiful loud roar capable of triggering a detransformation in weaker werewolves. Being in the position she is in where she has gained many allies but almost as any enemies she has developed a sixth sense for danger and has been known to react even before violence was going to be brought on her.

Equipment/Weapons: she carries a small walther ppk pistol for self defense as to keep from having to use any lycan based abilities to hide her true nature. She also carries a ancient warklaive a sword of power capable of great damage against whoever it touches any wounds created by the blade healing very slowly. The klaive is not without its downsides though as it require great energy from the user causing Reva to pass out around six minutes into using it. Other than these items she carries everyday things, phone clothes etc

Themesong:

@The Grey Dust@Kaylan The Lioness

So I am inclined to approve this African WW. As far as the sword (warklaive) goes, I feel like it could be some kind of holy artifact, capable of inflicting more dangerous wounds to vampires or some such. If it could only be wielded for 6 mins, then it could potentially be fairly destructive. Since we have one 'enchanted' sword already in the game, then this one could be another. Thoughts Grey? Should we wait until it's relevant to hash out the details in the OC?

@Wraithblade6

I'd just like to know how much damage it can do. Like are we talking about "nuclear warhead" or "papercut?"

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My Hider

Name: Reva Khattab   

Image:

Reva

Lycan Form

Age: 29

Species: Werewolf

Goals/Faction: The Brothers and Sisters of Loup Garou, or BSLG.

The BSLG is a united series of werewolf tribes, and clans who have banded together to set a governing body over certain aspects of werewolf life. These aspects include a ban on hunting humans, restricting any violence against SOLDIER unless attacked first, nonconsensual turning etc. They operate through a semi annual moot where each of the leaders from different tribes, clans, and packs come together to decide on issues that come up or reform decisions they had made in the past. This is to ensure that nothing ever happens again like it did during the vampire war where Werewolves partook on the side of the vampires to conquer the world. That being said the BSLG is looking to set up a treaty with SOLDIER to ensure that they will not try to force themselves upon werewolves of the BSLG and allow them to govern themselves.

Backstory: Reva was born to a rather conservative Pack, that prided themselves on keeping traditional values, and still observed even primitive events including annually hunting a human. Reva hated the entire idea of it and knew that they needed to change with the civilized and advanced worlds the human had made, as the more they continued such traditions. She began to speak out among local Werewolf packs, and tribes at a young age.

It wasn’t long before her speaking picked up momentum amongst the younger of the werewolves, and thus influencing the older through them. It wasn’t long before she had the entire region meeting and discussing cultural acts that needed to be reformed and changed. Word spread among werewolves about Reva as she continued to gather more and more packs into the fold, and she was eventually approached by several pack leaders who had been implementing new guidelines among their own already. They asked her to lead a new alliance of Werewolves that was looking to spread across the world and connect Werwolves everywhere, but for now they were only located in Africa as she was.

Since then she has worked hard going through Europe with several other of the Pack leaders to spread the word of the BSLG. Much of European Packs have taken to the idea joining the BSLG Council and committing to the ideals of the that it held. Reva turns her sights to the US knowing that having a Packs in a super power such as that would make a major difference in the BSLG.

Powers/Skills: Reva is a young werewolf though her strength and speed are magnificent for her age they are far from that elders generations before her. She spends much time in meditation creating an iron will for herself as to not be swayed by mental powers or prowess of those more powerful than she is. She has developed herself into a leader giving a ability that allows her to release a beautiful loud roar capable of triggering a detransformation in weaker werewolves. Being in the position she is in where she has gained many allies but almost as any enemies she has developed a sixth sense for danger and has been known to react even before violence was going to be brought on her.

Equipment/Weapons: she carries a small walther ppk pistol for self defense as to keep from having to use any lycan based abilities to hide her true nature. She also carries a ancient warklaive a sword of power capable of great damage against whoever it touches any wounds created by the blade healing very slowly. The klaive is not without its downsides though as it require great energy from the user causing Reva to pass out around six minutes into using it. Other than these items she carries everyday things, phone clothes etc

Themesong:

@Kaylan The Lioness

Everything seems fine, nothing too Op here, although the warklaive should be explain a bit more as what "great damage" means.

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Ummm so... Yea, Romans a guy, didnt even get to read the rest yet but you said she like 6 times before i had to write this lol

Oops nvm scratch that, you werent addressing Roman yet lol

@The Roman07

Yes Roman is a guy, hence the "balls" comment. The first part is referring to Sonya who was the first to respond.

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There we are, right as rain. Or Wrong as Rungs.

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A gaze piercing like ruby lancets drawing crimson blood. Staring into the core of the interrupting solider girl, eyes engaged with barely restrained fury seething out as she began her spiel. Was she daft? Who was she to speak to him? What right did she have to speak for the group? Mithias was the one addressed, this girl? She was nothing more than a mouthy bloodsack wrapt in meat. Had she not been so cordial and polite, she would have been the first dead among their numbers, defaulting the options to option four. Killing them all was beneath him, just like they were beneath him, and it was hardly sporting to bring a sword to a gunfight. "Was I talking to you, Human?"

"Do know that you are in my bar, in my city, in my Kingdom The only rules that apply here are mine. Stepping into this establishment as a human has already stripped you of your privilege. Remember this next time you wish to step beyond the bounds of your Diplomatic Mission. And if you come out of this alive, I would highly recommend the fish and chips on King's street." His words came out as eloquently as they were aggressively, though perhaps subtly suggesting that the squad was not entirely in control of their mission at all. Those keen enough to draw the lines may realize the rumors were indeed true then, and this was the very man who stood behind it all. If the liberal use of the possessives would not have triggered this epiphany, certainly the last mention of fish and chips would have drove the suspicions home.

Mithias spoke, and took the stand while the others seemed to hold themselves off for now. The werewolf was well trained at least, enough to hold a proper conversation, yet beasts often realized when they were overpowered here and would submit until the danger passed. But it became rapidly clear to Bedivere, that there were at least two independent parties here, outside of the Solider group. His scarlet eyes returned to Mithias who had the bright spotlight upon him through the ever-hungry darkness which swallowed his form into merely a head and neck to the frozen audience. All the world's a stage they say, and this destroyed bar was no exception.

"You are too polite to introduce me Sir Varomere, certainly Sir Bedivere would have done. But certainly wise in your descion to keep the thin peace we have here tonight and join me for this lovely drink. And as promised I shall allow them to live tonight. All the humans associated with you, should leave this nation by the next sunset. Alive, or after the sundown... Dead and returned to their respective countries of origin in bodybags. I am even more than willing to provide transportation if required so let it be known I am quite reasonable in my fair negotiations. Now how's the bloodbrandy? It's a shame the master brewer died several years ago, not one of mine, some French vampire whose name eludes me at this moment." Hardly a fair negotiation when you are pretty much negotiating at gunpoint, or swordpoint technically, but Bedivere seemed to be rather relaxed enough to entertain his special guest in what would probably be regarded as either asinine, pompous or just sheer arrogance in his totalitarian control that he did not even consider anyone having the spine to go against him.

But someone did.

Expletives in Russian, exploding from the mouth of Roman, as he took to himself to upstage the tense melodrama and turn it into a circus. All they needed now was a bear on tiny bicycle, as Bedivere began to chuckle after hearing the Russian go off on his rant. "Option five was not listed, but I can... Improvise." Oh dear gods, Roman was now a dead man, well not a dead man, but definitely could be one soon if it had not been for Mithias accepting the terms of three and giving himself up Bedivere's obvious benefit. Yet, letting the human go without some sort of punishment for insubordination was highly unprofessional of him. For he expected his vampires to obey his will, so too should Solider respect the authority and descion of their commanding officers. Thus a favour to Mithias would be to certainly smack that Russian in the mouth. Or perhaps something more befitting given the insults slung at his honor.

It happened rather quickly, too quickly for thoughts to truly understand what happened. Yet the eye certainly saw it unfold. Bedivere rising from his seated position, his hand grasping the back of Roman's head, roman's finger beginning to curl around the trigger as those pale claws wrapt around his skull. A force smashing a face into the stone bartop, a fired gunshot fired nicking the shoulder. An interesting exchange, but certainly one where Bedivere came out on top as a broken nose was not the only thing which he left Roman with.

"лошадь петух для хуесос." Was his curt reply after Roman finished realizing what happened. Though the old blood was certainly more than a bit miffed at getting shot at at pointblank range, he was fast enough to avoid getting the bullet embedded into him, merely being grazed by the shot but certainly his pride taking more injury than he. His suit was also ruined now, at which the tear began to drink his own blood. It must have been silver rounds used in there, for all other metals would quickly be healed by the regenerative abilities the old knight had as a creature of the night. But this bullet certainly retarded this ability to the point where it visibly ruined the elder's entire illusion of being untouchable. And yet his reaction was hardly befitting of the reality of being harmed. Far from it as he poured another drink for himself and Mithias casually as if he had neutralized Roman enough to return matters to business as hand and close the circus down.

In truth, Roman was neutralized, by a single olive pick plucked from the bar. A small steel object shaped like a metal sword reminiscent of portrayals of Excalibur had impaled his tongue into the stone countertop. Nailed in and tethered by a sword in stone, certainly not going to be able to backtalk to Bedivere anytime soon until the olive pin was removed and slight disorientation from the blunt force trauma to the head cleared up. An incidental tongue piercing, from the whiplash of the sudden attack which gave Bedivere enough time to apply his proper correctional justice.

"He has balls of steel, but a bit short on brains for my liking. Commendable bravery and punishable stupidity. Perhaps his vampire half is the brains here, Care to join us M'lady?" Bedivere Spoke to Rin this time, as he did last time and returned the her offered glass to Roman's side while watching the humans begin to either leave or stay, either way Mithias was now his captive audience. And an ally in Mithias was worth far more than this bar.

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Romans current status

@The Roman07

This looks like a very painful hernia.

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Oh boy. Um, before I begin to type out my post, I'm going to have to ask here, @The Roman07 do want Roman to die and/or get seriously injured?

Since Bedivere won't quite take this sitting down. And will probably do something like smash Roman's face into the bar, pull his tongue out and stab it with one of those cocktail olive picks to nail it to the bar. Since he technically is going to honor the agreement Mithias made, he won't kill Roman, but the terms were never about not letting any harm come to the agents, thus a new tongue piercing would probably not violate the terms...

Although Bedivere finds your insubordination to the CO amusing, it is highly inappropriate and must be disciplined for speaking out of turn so openly. The hostile body language and language doesn't score very high in the old-fashioned knight's books either. Hence I think it would be fitting for him to do this to Roman. That is if you agree to it, since after all, Bedivere in this darkness should be able to easily out pace anyone in terms of speed and it will be a swift lesson to be learned and the tensions should either rise or diffuse away as Bedivere takes control of the situation with a show of more force to make the threat quite very real.

Oh and the olive picks are actually tiny swords... Shaped like Excalibur so there's some irony about him stabbing a tongue into the stone countertop.

And also the DJ is still alive, the bartender is dead.

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THE she-wolf

Name: Lupa Regina (AKA Queen of Wolves, or Queen of Whores), Gina
Image:

human

werewolf

Age: 2770
Species: Werewolf
Goals/Faction: Extermination of the modern civilization and its polluting ways.
Backstory: Lupa Regina was once upon a time an etruscan prostitute who happened to have contracted lycantropy in her youth. Even though it caused her no small amount of grief, she adapted quickly to her new life as half beast, half woman. She took a pack, and become one with nature. Back then, humans were scarce, and prey was abundant, so she lived a fairly pleasurable life.

One day, though, she stumbled a couple of orphans while she was tending her firstborn aswell. Feeling still some kinship for humans, she decided to take them under her wing.

The time was 753 BC.

Those two orphans were Romulus and Remus. And Lupa's name was written in the ancient annals of History as a she-wolf who nursed the twins, unwittingly setting the cornerstone of Rome, and modern civilization. Lupa at first, was overjoyed by this, and she, in one guise or another, skirted in the edge of civilization, acting as a guardian and counselor of the budding modern, civilized humans. She took many names, and whispered many words in ears of kings and Emperors, on Senators and Generals, on Merchants, priests and ministers. From her evergrowing importance in the wilds, she nudged Rome and its sons like the most beatiful flower of the forest.

But soon, the rotten nature of humans reared its ugly head. The empire collapsed. Roving tribes of barbarians scattered throughout the corners of the Empire she had helped in its foundations. She cried. But she assumed it was part of the cycle. And returned to her life upon her wild pack members. Her importance grew, and so did her enemies. By now, Regina was accused of being a human lover, and perpetually challenged for supremacy among packs. Some times she lost, and she had to cater every desire of the winners, but over time, challengers found increasingly difficult to match her prowess. She had a cunning most others had, and knew how to bid her time and survive.

The middle ages were a busy, bloody epoch for Gina. Between the back-and-forth leadership, and the emergence of some worrisome night creatures, the vampires, there simply wasn't any respite nor time to care for anything other than fellow pack members. The renaissance came and went, without the she-wolf noticing much of the changes that happened. The war with the bloodsuckers for territories raged. She only noticed all but too late, that the human pace was becoming overwhelming.

Firearms, deforestation. Massive slaughter. Industrial Age. Pollution. The men boomed and grew, and so did their appetites. Gina was torn. She was fascinated by how the humans, by taking her beloved Roman Empire as cornerstone for their teachings, soared high than anyone, but at the same time saddened by how the world was being devoured as if it was a massive swarm of locusts. She sank into depression and reclusion, as both vampires and werewolves were driven back by the relentless advanced of modern civilization.

Until Magnus came in. Gina was sought by the megalomaniac vampire in person, and he asked her for her help in the war he desired to wage against mankind. Lupa Regina thought that maybe, a vampiric overlord would cull humans enough for nature to recover, and she lent her expertise and influence to wage war on humanity. The sole notice of her being at Magnus side made many young werewolves join the fray.

But they lost. Many lives were cut. And the humans were still ruling. Regina gritted her teeth, and decided to lick her wounds, and do the job Magnus could not.

Powers/Skills: Lupa is an elder werewolf, and as such she has all the enhaced traits a werewolf has, like strenght, regeneration, speed, nightvision and enhanced senses, but due to her age, those traits are much more developed than the young and tender werewolves. She can scrap tanks with her bare hands if she felt like it. Fittingly, Lupa makes use of melee attacks predominatedly, favoring her claws and fangs above anything else, although the martial arts of the east also caught her fancy and incorporated it into her routine. Lupa is also a cunning, charismatic leader and a great tactician, honed by centuries of counselling and being counselled. Due to her age and power, she can project an aura of dread and presence which make wild beasts, and young werewolves and vampires reluctant and hesitant in her presence. She can even "talk" to beasts by paying attention to their body language.
Equipment/Weapons: Her dress, purse and cellphone. Doesn't need much more.
Themesong:

Hider

@AtomicNut

Nothing seems out of place here. Loving the history. Thank you for giving a nice example of what I'd like to see in history for anyone that's a few centuries old since a lot happens in a thousand years.

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@Wraithblade6 Ah.. Got it.

EDIT: I assume that suspension of disbelief is enough to allow werewolves to have their clothes on after shifting back to human form, yes?

@BurningCold

Suddenly Nudity.

Also I shall post sometime after Rin/Roman's reaction.

Ascension of Gods (High Casual)

I'll try and get a god up sometimes next week, I want to see a few more examples before I finalize my concept.