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Post by purplemunster94 on Aug 11, 2013 22:03:04 GMT -5
If no one plays Alise, then it can be like Marley said, large amounts of Evil Vamps can attack Seattle, for some reason.
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Post by Marli on Aug 11, 2013 22:33:56 GMT -5
^ I would think this 'Alyse' character would be the one leading the charge. *shrugs*
I just don't want to play Alyse XD
Maybe once I see other peoples charries though.
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Post by atlantis on Aug 11, 2013 22:55:25 GMT -5
Just so you guys know, I've been working on my profile, but I got really bogged down in research ('cause I'm a nerd.) and it's taking a while. So, hooray for me not making a paragraph-long bio as usual!
EDIT: also, once I finally get this thing finished, I'm gonna be posting for DtK. That'll be at least until tomorrow, though.
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Post by atlantis on Aug 11, 2013 23:25:58 GMT -5
Okay, I turned off the computer, got in the bed, and then all sorts of thoughts occurred to me. After originally telling Zabby I wasn't interested, I think I changed my mind: I think I want to use Alise.
Zabs, I know you had ideas for her, so lemme know what those are.
I'm thinking she will sire my other character. I'm thinking she could be, like, trying to turn as many people as possible because she thinks vampires are the superior race (and therefore be actively trying to wipe out those humans with special abilities). Any further ideas would be appreciated.
And TK, I'm not sure if it's a typo or not, either. Does she have a soul and is trying to get rid of it or want a soul but doesn't have one?
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Post by Marli on Aug 11, 2013 23:29:54 GMT -5
^ If your going that route with your charrie I've got two possibly loyal followers. ^_^
Well, one loyal follower. One pain-in-the-rear with similar ideas involving vampires.
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Post by Bhunivelze on Aug 11, 2013 23:44:31 GMT -5
Atlantis, I love it. That sounds like a great story arc. And yes it was a typo, (I thought I fixed it though) she DOES have a soul and wants to get rid of it.
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Post by purplemunster94 on Aug 12, 2013 0:27:52 GMT -5
Name: Ryan Cunningham Age: 21 Appearance: HereBio: Ryan is your stereotypical sarcastic nerd. He is full of energy and talks to anyone and everyone, about whatever is floating around in his head. He’s very smart and knows a lot of facts that have a lot to do with nothing. He is self proclaimed ADHD, but with some truth. Ryan’s life hasn’t been anything special, he grew up with a mom and a dad in Oregon, but his father hardly had time for him, while his mother made up for it by babying him. He loves both of his parents, but could not wait until he was old enough to move out, so he could have some freedom away from his mother, and maybe even do something worthwhile for his father. So, as soon as he turned 18 he left. It wasn’t like it was too far, but his mother was destroyed, and still calls him almost everyday. Ryan moved to Seattle to go to University of Washington, and has worked very hard to get where he is, making sure to pay for his own living, and get enough scholarships to pay for school. At the moment he is working at Starbucks to make a living, while going to college. (If it’s ok, I think it would be cool for him to work at the same one as Conrad, to get some interaction, If not I’ll give him a new job. Abilities: Ryan has an unnatural memory. He can remember everything that has ever happened to him, or has ever been told to him. Sometimes he even catches glimpses of memories that are not even his. He shoves this off, and tells himself that he is just remembering something he doesn’t want to remember. He doesn't realize that his memory is a gift, and if they allow he can see the things others have gone through, even if they can’t remember themselves. ----------------------------------------------------------- Name: Emeline Ward (Having such a prominent family her name changes often, right now she goes by Emily Ward.) Age: 18 (136) Appearance: Bio: Emeline grew up in France with a well known family. The Ward family was very prominent in French society. Her mother left when she was very little because she could not stand her father. Her father was a businessman, and seemed to have some part in every successful business of that time. Little did Emeline know that her father had made a deal with the devil. As Emeline grew her father became more irritable and angry with her. Yelling at her for every mistake, no matter how small an accident it was, but after each explosion he would apologize profusely. He asked her to forgive him almost everyday, and sometime Emeline could sense that he was asking for more than his yelling, but she would tell herself that she was just making it up. When Emeline turned 18 her father seemed more agitated than normal, he was angry with everyone, yelling and throwing things. So when he came into her room in frenzy Emeline was terrified that he would do something that he regretted, but he surprised her when he made himself calm down, and looked at her with so much regret. He started apologizing like he always did asking that she would forgive him, and telling her that he loved her. Thats when he told her a tale of a boy who was broke with nothing but the clothes on his back. He told her how he was living on the streets begging for money, asking for work everywhere that he could. He told her how most people would not even acknowledge him, so when a man stopped and offered him a deal, he took it without thinking. This man helped him get back on his feet, then began to lead him into business. Giving him everything he needed. Emeline’s father told her how he never understood how the man could get so many business listening, and making huge offers, but he did. At this point Emeline didn’t understand what her father was telling her. She knew getting into business was something a person could never do alone. She did not understand why he would need to apologize for giving her so much more than she could have ever hoped for. When she went to question him, he stopped her and continued. “The reason I have to tell you this, is...that man. He made me promise him my first born child. At first I thought he was joking, what kind of a man would actually want that? Well, this man did. When your mother told me she was pregnant I didn’t want to believe, but when you were born the man came and told me that it was you. He said when you turned 18 he would take you. But I won't let him.” After her father finished his story, Emeline didn’t know how to react. Her father had promised a strange man his first born, her? She wasn’t sure whether to be angry, or sad. Maybe her father was joking, but he didn’t act like it. “When he comes for you, I promise, I’ll kill him before he can ever have you.” Emeline’s father stayed with her the whole day, watching and waiting never letting her leave his sight. As the day moved on Emeline was sure her father was crazy. However, when night fell there was a knock at the door. Emeline and her father listened as the maid got the door. It was quiet for a few minutes, then the maid screamed. Her father jumped into action, grabbing Emeline and pulling her into his room. He closed the door and pushed heavy furniture up against it, trying to keep the man from coming in. Emeline remember the next moment almost as if they were yesterday, she remembered hearing the cold voice. “You cannot hide Mr. Ward. Your daughter belongs to me. I can smell your fear.” When the banging on the door started Emeline’s father pushed her under the bed and told her to stay no matter what happened. Emeline was shocked when the door came flying in, whoever this was, something was very wrong. The next thing she knew the man had a hold of her father and had pushed him up against the wall. “We had a deal. No one tries to break my deals. I could let you live, letting you feel the pain of trading the only one who ever loved you, for money, but that would take my fun away.”She wanted to help, kept begging her legs to work, but fear had frozen her in her spot. Emeline help back a sob and closed her eyes tight as the man literally crushed her fathers throat with his bare hands. She knew she was next, as her father crumpled to the floor, how could she hide from a monster like this. Tears fell down her cheeks as the moments passed. She could see the mans feet walking around the room, but they made no sound. “Pretty little dear, where are you?” Emeline told herself to be brave and face the man who killed her father, but as she told herself to move, she realized she could no longer see the mans feet. Her heart started racing and her breath caught. That’s when she felt the hand on her ankle, and was pulled out from under the bed by strength that no human should have. When he turned her over Emeline was looking at a terribly beautiful man . He smiled at her, and before she could even scream at the two fangs that were placed in stead of his canines, he had bit down into her neck. She fought with all her might trying to push him off, but it was useless. She was going to die. As she felt herself fading in and out, she only slightly remembers him forcing his own blood into her. The next thing she remembers is waking up in a bed that she did not recognize in a home that was not her own. As her new life started the man who had changed her told her about how he had made several other deals with men who needed something. Most of the time they ended the same way, with the man trying to back out of the deal, but he always won. He would raise his “Vampire children” as he called them and make them more powerful than anything. He didn’t hate the humans, only thought that they were put on the earth as food. He always told her he wanted to find the perfect vampire to rule the world with, but every other child he stole disappointed him, and he hoped she would be different. In the four years that Emeline did not have a soul, she killed without sympathy, and as the man told her, they were an unstoppable team. They terrorized all of France, without ever being seen. They were only whispers, and Emeline felt no pain about this man killing her father. They lived the high life, and never let anyone get in there way. When Emeline and the man(later to be named...maybe) traveled to Britain, to try and spread the rumors, they were separated in one of their attacks on a group of humans, because they were ambushed by other vampires. As Emeline searched for her partner in crime she found her way to the parade. Realizing this was her chance to fight alone she was there on the night vampires were given their souls back. When all the faces of the people she killed crashed in on her she thought she would never recover. As she ran from the area she remembered her father. She collapsed confused by everything going on. This man who had been her teammate had also been the murderer of her father. She ran, sometimes wondering if he was still and the city and also has a soul now, but can’t bring herself to find him. After living in many different places for a while she found herself in America, and learned to speak English. She only just found herself in Seattle. Abilities: Emeline has the basic strength, speed, etc. of a vampire. Something she has found herself doing over the years, to keep away all of the bad thoughts is music. She has had many years to learn many different instruments, including piano, guitar, flute, and cello.
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Post by Bhunivelze on Aug 12, 2013 0:42:00 GMT -5
YAY!
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Post by Bhunivelze on Aug 12, 2013 1:06:05 GMT -5
Totally fine with Ryan working with Conrad.
I guess I should explain something kinda important about the vampires. They each have a "game face" of sorts whenever they go on the attack. Their teeth get sharper, their eyes go yellow, and they get a large ridge across their eyebrows. They can freely change to and from "game face" to human face.
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Post by Marli on Aug 12, 2013 2:00:40 GMT -5
Name: Marcus Reynesford {Marcus Reynes} - Marcus has use various aliases over the years but Marcus Reynes is what he's been using since he came to Seattle. Age: 28/364 Bio: Born in 1649, Marcus was the oldest son of a moderately wealthy merchant sea captain. When he was 15 he moved along with his mother, father, younger brother {Nathaniel}and two sisters to Port Royal where his father had been graciously offered an official position. A strapping young boy growing up, Marcus was the mirror image of his brazen father with twice as much energy and half as much sense. Soon after moving to the island he took a job with a friend of his fathers and by the age of 18 he was an apprentice to one of the most ruthless privateers in the Caribbean. Though his mother was aghast at her sons profession his father was proud and so he sailed with his fathers blessing. Marcus proved to be an extremely able fighter and seaman and it wasn't long before he had his own small fleet at his command. It was a life of freedom and debauchery and Marcus loved it. All the better that he was able to live this way in the name of the crown. Sometime in his late twenties, Marcus fell for the daughter of the most respected nobleman in Port Royal. Though the man was cordial when carrying out business with Marcus, the boy soon learned that this man thought Marcus beneath his daughter. The two carried on a secret relationship for a while but after a long stint at sea Marcus returned to find his lover married to a Navy Captain. Marcus was furious and in a fit of rage sent his ship and crew directly into a terrible storm. The sea was terrible that night, constantly threatening to swallow them whole. The pounding wind cooled Marcus's temper just enough for him to see that in all likelihood he had doomed his ship and everyone on it. Then they were attacked. The ship that came upon them was dark and strange, its crew members moving as if not feeling pain and its captain a pale and mysterious figure with the strength of twenty men. Marcus himself went blade to blade with the man but in the end the strange captain attacked with his teeth. The rest is a blur to Marcus but he woke the next evening in the pirate captains quaters dazed and unbelievably thirsty. He wanted to sink his teeth into one of the crew members, but the captain fought him, turning Marcus's anger back towards his lost love, her husband, and her father. They killed without mercy, Marcus demanding only one thing, that the crew spare his love. Marcus killed the husband and father personally, with the crew killing the rest of her family but when he returned to claim his love, he found that the pirate captain had already destroyed her. "You not a human anymore boy." The grizzled man said, "Best not be playing the humans game." Marcus was on him instantly, and again the two fought. For a long time it seemed as if the man would best him but in a moment of desperation Marcus grabbed a wooden stake from the girls garden and thrust it into the captains heart. He stopped briefly by his old home to gather some things {Nathaniel did see him at this time} then, taking the man he had killed's place, he turned to a life of piracy. A few years later he returned to Port Royal after hearing news of his brother. Nathaniel was on his deathbed and Marcus returned claiming to be a cousin to tend to his younger brother {because Nathaniel was ill, Marcus was repulsed by his blood... that and he was well fed} along with other business he had on the island. Marcus and Nathaniels relationship had always been complicated. His father, of course, had always favored Marcus and yet Marcus, being the jealous type, was often envious of Nathaniels intellect and wit. Marcus struggled greatly with the decision of weather to turn Nathaniel or not but in the end decided to bite his brother just so he wouldn't have to wait any longer for his death. The two left Port Royal shortly after for the main colonies and hunted together until the revolutionary war at which time they had a falling out. Nathaniel returned to London while Marcus stayed in the states until after the civil war. In the 1870s he became heavily involved with a group fighting for vampire domination and moved to Italy. After not communicating with his brother for nearly a century, Marcus received a letter from Nathaniel requesting that he come hunt with him again in London for the turn of the new century. The other vampires in the vampire domination groups, hoping to gain a new and powerful ally, encouraged Marcus to go to London and a small party went with him. His initial meeting with his brother was cordial, if stilted, but of course tragedy would follow. Marcus went quite mad for a while after gaining his soul back but soon pushed it behind him. Vampirism, he decided, was a gift, even a calling. He would not think of his previous life, only of the future. Abilities: Marcus is a pretty powerful vampire {after all he is pretty old} and is skilled in many forms of combat in addition to having increased speed/strength/agility. Note - I may add more to this bio or make adjustments as people post more characters. <3
Name: Nathaniel Reynesford {Nathan Snow} Age: 28/360 Bio: Nathaniel is the second son of John and Mary Reynesford. He is four years younger than his brother. From the day of his birth, a cold and blustery winter's night, Nathaniel had been a frail and sickly child. The doctor attending the birth remarked that the child would probably not make it through the night, let alone through his first year, yet with the loving care of his mother Nathaniel pulled through. Beating the odds with a quiet but solid will, as he would the rest of his life. Though never outright abusive, Nathaniel's father always showed a certain contempt for youngest son. A rugged seafaring man himself, John found he couldn't relate to this pallid boy who sickened almost at the sight of a boat. While Marcus wrestled with his peers and dominated them in all sorts of sports Nathaniel preferred to be alone in the company of his music and his books. Marcus learned to fight, Nathaniel drew pictures. Marcus learned to sail, Nathaniel wrote poetry. Their relationship was strained to say the least and with his fathers rejection Nathaniel fled to his mothers arms where he was pampered and spoiled alongside his two younger sisters. A woman of society, Mary introduced her son to many forms of art and theater and shortly before the family moved to Port Royal he was even acting in a local troupe {Something his brother teased him for and for which his father loathed him}. At the age of 14 he began working under a locally renowned Naturalist who had noted Nathaniel's skills as an artist. Particularly interested in insects and birds, Nathaniel accompanied the man on many of his more local journeys, working hard to maintain the physical rigor necessary for these trips between his recurrent bouts of illness. Though his father never acknowledged Nathaniel's efforts, the boy was growing into a fine young man. The trip from London to Port Royal was particularly hard on Nathaniel who spent the entirety of the journey horribly ill. The loss of his friends and even the culture in London was difficult for him as well. Unlike his brother who thrived on the cities wild atmosphere, Nathaniel lamented it as a bastion of depravity, it's only saving grace being the local flora and fauna which he studied with gusto, occasionally sending drawings and notes to his mentor back home in London. While his brother took to the seas, Nathaniel kept up with his studies and eventually joined the seminary. As an Anglican missionary he traveled to many exotic locals until his health forced him to settle back in Port Royal. At the age of 26 he was betrothed to a sweet young girl named Elizabeth, the younger cousin of the woman Marcus had wooed years earlier. She bore him a daughter they called Molly and the little family lived happily together in a simple cottage overlooking the sea. Nathaniel, at this time, was an assistant pastor at a small church on the island, was studying basic medicine and and also kept up with his music and sketching. It was a happy time for him and a time that haunts him to this day. Shortly after Elizabeth announced to Nathaniel that she was pregnant with his second child, the aspiring doctor traveled to a nearby village to be with an old friend on his deathbed. It was an unusually cold winter for the tropical island and Nathaniel rode his at a brisk pace through a building storm. About a mile from his friends village the horse slipped in the mud, sending Nathaniel crashing to the ground, breaking his collarbone and shattering his right ankle. With night upon him and his animal gone, Nathaniel hobbled towards the friends village arriving just in time to administer the man's last rites and pass out from exhaustion at his bedside. Nathaniel's convalescence lasted several months and was a series of ups and downs. He was in great pain most of the time and in addition to the fractures he developed a series of lung infections that threatened his life. On a good day he may be able to limp along beside his daughter, one hand holding hers and another clutching a cane however, these days grew fewer and fewer. After nearly three months of continued illness Nathaniel began to expect his death was close at hand and began getting his affairs in order. Now, at this time Nathaniel had long suspected his brother to be dead. When he'd last seen Marcus it was during a pirate raid where he had been home briefly to help prepare for his younger sister's wedding. Marcus had entered the room in a strange daze, not even seeing Nathaniel at first. He was covered with blood and was unnaturally pale. Nathaniel, feeling uneasy, had inquired about the man's health but Marcus had only offered brusque replies and scattered answers before disappearing into the fray. The last thing Nathaniel expected was to see his brother again but as he lay fevered on his deathbed his brother appeared wearing rich dress and moving with an uneasy energy. Though Nathaniel was fairly delusional, he remembers that his brother constantly looked at Molly and Elizabeth with contempt, that he left the little cottage each evening, and that he grew increasingly agitated with each passing day. Nathaniel was thankful that his brother had come to be with him and yet suspicious of the man around his wife and daughter. He drifted in and out of consciousness and his memories grew faint. And then one evening he awoke with a strange and terrible thirst. Marcus had bitten Nathaniel a few nights before then quietly suffocated him before fleeing into the city to find another way to satisfy his thirst. Though he did not attend the funeral itself, Marcus returned to the graveyard the night after Nathaniel was buried to dig up his brother's coffin. Nathaniel, upon realizing what had happened, was angry at Marcus but this anger slipped away as he realized his thirst. The two killed the elderly graveyard watch and then fled into the woods. Though Marcus wanted to go back to his brother's cottage to collect his money and things, Nathaniel would not allow it {in his later days soulless he could not recall why} and the two fled to the mainland to prey on settlers there. They hunted mercilessly together until, during the midst of the revolutionary war, they parted ways. Nathaniel returned to London where he continued to hunt alone. Even in his soulless state, Nathaniel maintained an appreciation for art and music. He eventually became acquainted with a small group of extremely wealthy and powerful vampires and supernatural beings that used their skills to maintain an influence on the government. Though this elite group was for vampire/supernatural domination they also were in many ways at war with other vampire groups and considered themselves above those who 'hunted thoughtlessly'. Through this group Nathaniel was introduced to the three woman who would later betray the coven and return the souls of dozens of vampires while targeting the vampires in London. Nathaniel had called his brother to the turn of the century celebration on his group member's request. Something he still does not fully understand. He was watching the sky when his soul was returned and doubled over with the weight of the memories returning to him. He lost contact with his brother during the chaos and returned to his flat where he began to plan his suicide. Soon a knock was heard at the door, and Nathaniel found several other vampires {some from his coven} at his neck, convinced that he had had something to do with the event {i dunno, maybe he did}. Nathaniel managed to talk himself out of the situation, but only narrowly, he gathered his wealth and left London for the Americas where he settled in Boston. Nathaniel has used the last century to build himself a considerable fortune under a variety of different aliases. Currently, he is posing as Nathan Snow, the brilliant but eccentric heir to a large pharmaceutical company {Which Nathaniel himself founded and helped bring into power at different times}. Though he does have a hand in managing the company, he has in the last decade or so chosen to focus more on research, specifically, research involving the disease that is vampirism. He owns a mansion on twenty acres outside of Seattle and rarely leaves it, preferring instead the company of his servants and his birds. When he does leave the house it is usually either to see to his company or to attend some play or concert. He doesn't generally deal much more with people than he has too but he has written several novels and few plays under different pen names and has been known to perform musically {Usually Piano} using his identity as Nathan Snow. Though he is familiar with many of the vampires in Seattle he is not necessarily on good terms with them and prefers to be left alone. He has not seen nor heard from Marcus since coming to America. Even among vampires, Nathaniel can be considered a bit of an eccentric. Since receiving his soul he has adopted several habits an quirks that reflect, in some form, to his life as a mortal. Physically, he lacks much of the natural grace and power that many vampires have and instead has a less threatening personage. In his day to day activities, his movements have a certain stiffness to them. He walks with a slight limp and generally uses a cane. Nathaniel often appears sick and will go through long periods where he refuses to see anyone because of his health. Whether these physical ills are actual or rather the effects of intense hypochondria is unknown, however, Nathaniel is not merely 'faking' his symptoms. They are deeply ingrained in his psyche. These symptoms {ex - the limp} would likely go away if Nathaniel were to hunt, put his 'game face' on or get intensely involved in a fight. He has some OCD tendencies, especially involving germs and disease prevention, and often comes off as extremely paranoid regarding others {human or vampire}. He tends to collect things, from birds to weaponry to fine wines. He drinks tea and does occasionally eat human food but when he does it is of the finest quality and the same applies to the blood he drinks. Nathaniel is obsessed with 'purity' of the blood he drinks and these days does not usually hunt himself preferring instead to pay for 'superior specimens'. Because of his obsession with purity, his victims are generally fairly young which would make him especially despicable to those who have renounced their urges for human blood. Abilities: It would take a lot to provoke Nathaniel to a fight but despite his appearance he is fairly powerful. The fact that his appearance is so deceptive might work to his advantage. Though it doesn't necessarily work on everyone, Nathaniel has a certain ability to influence people or muddle their thoughts. He uses this mainly in his business affairs {getting competitors to tell him key information, making people overlook any 'weirdness' of his} and around his personal estate. He has trained himself in several forms of self defense and is excellent with a gun even though he generally dislikes them. I see Nathaniel's main power as his access to resources as he is very rich and maintains many strange and useful collections. OT: Whew! All done. I feel like Nathaniel is a much better written character but hopefully Marcus will come into his own as well.^_^
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Post by atlantis on Aug 12, 2013 21:01:06 GMT -5
OMG I finished! Name: Turner Forsyth Name at birth was Ossian Turner Forsyth (Gaelic: Oisean Tuairneir Forsàidh) Physical Age: 26 Actual Age: 188 (b. 1825 in Ceannabeinne, Durness, Scotland) Appearance: (actor name: Adam Jonas Segaller) Bio: Turner's pre-vampiric life was marked by a constant tension with his father over his general lack-of-interest in the farmland they rented. At times, this was mitigated by their mutual love for music and a fiddle that had belonged to his grandfather. But when Turner was allowed to make a trip south to help their tacksman (landlord of sorts) with some business, he fell in love with the culture of the south and hoped to one day move there, to his father's consternation. It was the south, however, that would one day ruin the lives of his parents and their neighbors forever**. Turner's father saw the danger coming and was furious when his son began learning to speak English (as opposed to Gaelic) from the wealthy men he was spending time with. As far as his father was concerned, their family had been working the land for years and would proudly continue to do so. When nearby townships began to receive eviction notices from their clan chief, Turner was the only one not worried about the future. Instead, he hoped an eviction might move the family into a city in the lowlands, or in England. At last the Clearances came to Ceannabeinne, but the people living there fought back. When he was 16, Turner had one, final argument with his father. He tried to convince the farmer of the wisdom of moving to the city before things became too violent in the township (he had heard stories of how many people's homes in neighboring townships had been burned down and of people being killed for refusing to relocate). But his father wouldn't leave his home and Turner packed his own belongings, including his grandfather's fiddle, and abandoned his family in hopes of a better future. The journey was gruelling and difficult on his own, but after a month and a half of leaving Durness, he arrived in London in mid-October, 1842. When he found a place to settle in (an old tenement shared with a fleet of other impoverished immigrants trying to make their way), he sent a letter to his mother to let them know he was alright. His letter was a catalyst for a swarm of letters in return from her, at least one a week, which he read only a handful of and tossed in a box under his bed. As time went on, he learned to make a living doing odd jobs as well as by playing music out on the streets. Eventually, he was able to purchase a small home on the edge of the city, but even then, he had to work several jobs just to keep it maintained. Though times were hard, he relished his new life-- his new freedom, as he saw it. He learned to speak English, with only a slight accent, and quickly embraced the culture of the city. On December 31st, 1851, he found himself out on the streets of London in celebration, as he did every year, of another year of his life on his own. Ten years had passed since he had left his parents and he had learned to make good money with the fiddle when he wasn't working at a factory and that day was no different. Well after midnight, he collected his earnings and began to make his way home to celebrate the rest of his night with a young woman he'd met earlier. When they arrived at his hovel, the girl began rambling about how incredible it was that he had overcome his hardships enough to buy a house. She seemed to know details of his life that seemed odd, though at first he just shrugged it off as good guesses ( Of course she can tell I'm not from here. That would be obvious to anyone with my accent.... Lots of people move here on their own, and she's probably seen me in the city before.). But then she said something truly odd. "Most humans are too weak to accomplish what you have." His heart skipped a beat, but he tried to act as though everything were normal as he poured her a glass of wine he'd been gifted during the day. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." "You're not like the rest of them," she continued on. "I mean, walking away from your parents-- and the only life you've ever known-- to claim the world as your own? It takes strength. And ambition. You're practically one of us already." A tingling began to run the length of his spine at her last sentence. He knew she was staring at him, but he didn't dare turn around and face her. "One of...?" "I can give you more freedom, Ossian," she said quietly and the use of his old name forced him to forget his fear momentarily. He turned around, still holding the wine bottle, to see the face of the beautiful young woman he had escorted to his home contorting into something evil, something demonic, something so horrible he cried out in shock. He tried to speak, but found he had forgotten all the words he knew. Instead, he tried to bolt away, though this, too, proved ineffective. The vampiress was a skilled hunter, both stronger and faster than him. She leapt on him, throwing him to the ground, and began draining him of his blood. The next thing he remembered was waking up in his bed with a throbbing headache. He tried to write off the memory as a nightmare and succeeded for a minute or two, until the girl walked through his bedroom door. "Welcome back," she said coyly. To his surprise, he was no longer afraid of her. She explained everything as he roamed about the bedroom, including that her name was Alise and that they were now both vampires. Over the following years, the two spent large amounts of time together and even developed a semi-romantic relationship. Turner learned to love his new 'freedom' and, as a vampire, began to accumulate even more wealth as a landlord, eventually trading his shack for a small mansion. Every year, he continued his tradition of celebrating the coming of the new year, only now he did so by hunting humans with Alise. At the turn of the century, he was there, in the streets of London, chasing down their next meal when he received his soul. It was as though he suddenly woke up, mid-chase, and he could hardly understand what he was doing, or why he was doing it. He was confronted with a nauseated understanding when Alise leapt onto the poor human woman and began to feed, seemingly unaffected. He turned and ran in horror, fleeing to his new home, haunted by the memories of nearly half a century. For a month, Turner didn't leave his house-- not to see Alise (who he made a point of avoiding), not to conduct his business, not to feed. Even his servants rarely saw him. As he became weaker, he took to staying in bed, composing songs on his old fiddle and scribbling a long list of confessions in a journal. One day, he found the old box of letters his mother had sent to him, once a week for twenty four years, and read every last one. Most of them were simple recaps of the week's happenings. A large sum of them told the story of how the family home had been burned down and they had been forced to move to a location on the sea. His parents had built a new house there, though the strain of building it and the winter weather had weakened his father and eventually led to his death. His mother had continued on, working as a laundress for the other villagers there. The letters ended abruptly in spring, 1865. Turner had always guessed she finally gave up and realized he was never coming back. He was greatly humbled when he read the last five. It seemed she had gotten sick and knew she was dying. The letters contained long stories from when he was a child and how she had always wanted him to make something of himself. Or rambling possibilities of why he'd never written back or visited home. Every letter ended with the same message. "I miss you. Love, Mum." Except for the last one, which said, "It never mattered to me what you did, Ossian. If you worked the farm or became a musician. You have always been my greatest love and you always will be. There's nothing you can do to change that. If you read this, never forget it." It was the reminder of his mother's love that prompted him to take up his life again. He scheduled a trip to the coastal home his father had built, feeding on wild animals along the way. When he arrived, he visited the local graveyard only to find his parents graves were unmarked. Turner paid to see towering Celtic crosses put in their places. He turned their home into a school for the children who had been uprooted in the Clearances. With the rest of his visit, he learned of the village's needs and over the coming years met every last one of them. In hopes of keeping away from Alise, he moved to New York in the 1920's and continued his business as a landlord. There, he promoted young artists and helped them get a start in their fields. Once every decade or so, he changed locations, hopping all across the nation. In the 90's, he landed in Seattle and, having not heard from Alise in nearly a century, decided to settle down. He began a record label (Turner Records) that signed three local bands at its birth and catapulted them into nation-wide fame. The business has made him a multi-millionaire and it's become more and more difficult to keep from the public eye as a consequence. **Turner was born in Scotland during a time known now as the Highland Clearances. During this period, people in townships like his were being forced out of their homes to live either further south or across the ocean in Canada. Their farms were turned into grazing pastures for sheep, which were more profitable for their clan chiefs and the tacksmen who worked under them.
Abilities: the basics; he is a highly skilled fiddler; his interpersonal skills are very good and have helped him gain his wealth over the years.
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Post by Marli on Aug 13, 2013 2:18:36 GMT -5
Updated Nathaniel's bio. <3
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Post by atlantis on Aug 13, 2013 20:32:04 GMT -5
I'm just about done with Alise's profile, pending Zabby's approval/editing. BUT. I need to work on her present life and I think I may have it have something to do with a human girl. TK, what's the lore on witches in this game and would it be okay to have one as a character or are they too powerful?
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Post by Bhunivelze on Aug 13, 2013 20:42:08 GMT -5
Witches are fine. In fact, Connie will end up being a warlock of sorts.
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Post by atlantis on Aug 13, 2013 22:47:04 GMT -5
Alright, I've finished Alise's bio but I'm still waiting for Zabby to go over it. TK, I went ahead and PM'ed it to you. Until then, here's my human: Name: Katie Olivia Ellis Age: 16 (in the same year of school as Connie) Appearance: HereKatie was raised by her mother, who began teaching her the Craft when she was young. Despite getting an early start and having a skilled tutor, she's still only learned very basic techniques-- though she's mastered them. Her mother doesn't want her to learn too much, too young for fear of exposing her to dangerous enemies. She's a bit of a nerd, involved in the theater department at their school, and an avid lover of a variety of music. Katie works as a receptionist at Turner Records and is constantly trying to introduce new bands to her boss (Turner Forsyth), who seems to enjoy her enthusiasm in his own strange way. But Turner has little time for her and spends his days either at home or hidden away in his office. She's a good friend of Connie, though they only met a few months ago, and visits the Starbucks often when she knows he's working. As a consequence, she's also gotten to know Ryan Cunningham, who works with him. Abilities: Katie has learned to focus her mind on moving small objects; she has moved a few larger ones, but the effort drains her of all her energy.
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