Kat's First Test Thread (No posting please)

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Races Available:

Elves

Moon (Dark) Elf - Live in Leirhofn. They have a male jarl. Have skin that typically ranges from light grey to dark purple and height averages around 5'4" for women and 6'2" for men. Have skills in mining certain materials, such as copper and other various metals, as well as oil. The moon elf ladies are considered the greatest entertainers of all, perhaps more so than the sun elves (no wonder the sun elves wanna wage war). they age like humans but around 21 their aging process begins to gradually slow down is the basics. (i would've said 18 is when it starts to slow down but that seemed too young)

Sun (Light) Elf - Live in Akrar. Going to wage war with moon elves because moon elves have magical sources in their territory that they want but moon elves are secretive about it. Maybe they are not as "innocent" and "kind" as they portray themselves and want to take over the moon elves!! Under a "magocracy" magical high council formed by a male jarl; they basically determine the laws of the land and what not. 5'11" average height for men, 5'3" average for lady. Known for their lavish events and festivals. they age like humans but around 21 their aging process begins to gradually slow down is the basics. (i would've said 18 is when it starts to slow down but that seemed too young)

Dwarves - Live in Joldunstein. Have a great relationship with humans; often trade. They are often shorter than five feet, average being around 3'9" - 4". Pretty stout and can weigh just as much as a human can. Architecturally inclined, not so much creating fabrics, clothing, and tapestries, etc. Male king leads and helps.

Faeries

General appearance for faeries include iridescent bug wings (could be butterfly shaped, dragonfly, cicada, etc.) and colored irises of different colors, ranging from green and brown, to orange and purple. They average around 5'4" height for women and 5'11" for men.

Seelie - Live in Eyvindar. Awesome cooking and high charisma. Great diplomatic skills. Ruled by a queen in just and kind environment. Seelie love them but maybe there's some secrecy from the people or some kind of bad corruption thing going on because not every nation is super perfect. Enjoy using spider silk for royal and noble clothing. Persuaded Unseelie queen to form a truce after destruction brought despair to both Seelie and Unseelie lands. Appear naive to others, particularly the Unseelie, but are actually quite cunning and well read in difficult situations.

Unseelie - Live in Hestr. Work people like slaves maybe. Have a more chaotic view of the world, but are naturally quite structured and believe themselves to be quite fair when it comes to punishment. They have a queen and are possibly bound by some kind of truce with the seelie? Great at weaving and sewing intricate designs and creating jewelry. Are fairly tolerant towards Seelie, but have a certain repulsion towards them for [insert reason here].

Humans - Live in Skal. Not very common, actually dying out. Possibly some half-breeds with elves & dwarves, though mostly dwarves. Self explanatory, stereotypically considered weak as a whole. Have amazing smithy skills though, particularly with swords and armor. No one rules; it's small, rural villages and tent towns where everyone works together and have leaders but no one person is better than the other or tries to be in that regard. Humans that use The Voice are are often looked to leadership or as protectors, but are almost non-existent.

Ormslíki (Dragonborn) - Live in Skorravik.

Fire Dragonborn

Frost Dragonborn

Loga - Live in the Isles of Naumuldr. Those whose bloodlines were cursed for their ancestors' witchcraft and blasphemy against the gods. Their hellish appearances were rendered as divine punishment from Freya, Queen of the Valkyries. They were given horns and tails; their skin changed various colors from brown to red, purple to green. Used to be humans and elves. Female jarl for leader.



Magics

Prophecy - The ability to receive visions of the future. (All Races; no longer open)

Rituals - There ability to use ceremonies to cast spells that take a long time to cast, but are exceedingly powerful. (All Races)

Shamanism - The ability to use spirits and spiritual energy or pacts with the gods to cast magic spells, especially healing spells. Antithesis of witchcraft. (Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Ormsliki)

Sorcery - The ability to use magic innate to one's bloodline, especially elemental spells. (Elves, Loga, Ormsliki)

The Breath - The innate ability for the Ormsliki to breathe frost or flame for a short amount of time before recharging, depending on their subspecies. (Ormsliki)

The Voice - The ability in some non-Ormslíki mortals to call upon the Voice, a magic utilizing the power found in the True Draconic language from which the might dragons cast their spells. The ancient dragon Lokmeyr originally bestowed this gift upon humanity before being punished by Odin, although ultimately freed from this fate by Mimir. Although once common, this ability is now exceedingly rare.

Witchcraft - The ability to use pacts with dark beings and spiritual energy to cast magic spells, especially dark magic and curses. Antithesis of shamanism. (Humans, Elves, Loga)



Notable NPCs/Lore Figures

Lokmeyr - An ancient dragon who persuaded Freya to loan him her powers to create the Ormslíki in order to help humanity survive. Having pity on the humans, Freya agreed. When his creation decided that they would not assist humanity and would, instead, fight for themselves, Lokmeyr decided to use what time he had left with Freya's power to grant humans the ability to use the Voice and the True Draconic language to survive against the stronger races.









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Pup and Kat collab

Jan



The walls were white and the bedsheets were white. Jan sat on a chair in the middle of the room, eyes dull, and lower arms wrapped with white bandage. She wore a blank smock— the same one they forced her to wear a few days ago. On the ground next to her, there was a small plate filled with cold white rice, cauliflower, and white hominy all picked apart and smashed into little pieces. A used hand wipe laid down next to the plate. Jan had been awake in the bright light for the last few days, unable to get a proper sleep cycle in, if she could fall asleep at all.



The men that brought her in and monitored her daily wore no color; she couldn't even tell who was who by sight. Their helmets covered their faces and their gloves covered their hands. She was okay until they came and poked and prodded. Jan would scream, hallucinations building up as her mind tricked her and imagined one to be a monster with sharp teeth and saliva dripping, the other person some strange, yet familiar man with a razor sharp blade in hand and a cynical grin. She grasped their throats, banged her head against the wall, and jumped up and down.



The only time they ever managed to get a blood sample from her was never so far.



Today was not so different, though Jan had no clue there was even a "today" or passage of time. She was not aware of when they'd come; she didn't even know how long she'd been awake. There was nothing inside the white room, only complete silence and the uncertainty that she would be killed at any moment or spoken to by the voice in the air that always talked to her at any given point of her duration within quarantine.



Riley Arrondottir



Blue eyes fluttered open in the iridescent room, revealing the same boring ceiling Riley had woken up to see for the last eleven months. Everything on the Calendar Solar Base was repeated in a structured fashion; each day was the same. Same breakfast, same doctors, same free time, same ceiling. But something different happened the night before. A call for help, a small plea that could have been nothing more than a whisper... but it hit Riley like a screaming child in the dead of the night.



Riley swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting her bare feet firmly on the linoleum floor. Every morning she winced at the cold floor against her skin but she wouldn't today; today was different.. She leaned over her legs, elbows resting on her thighs as she rested her head on top of the table shape she formed with her hands. Just what was that voice? Who did it belong to? Was it even real? Her brow furrowed at so many questions without answers but despite the irritation, her heart skipped with excitement. There was something going on on the Solar Base and she would find out what their dirty little secret was.



The dining hall was in the center of the station and it was where all of the test subjects went for their meals. Majority of the experiments on the base ran on a similar schedule and it was common to share the same meal times and free blocks with the other test subjects. There were always one or two guards on duty at the dining hall as well and anyone that knew anything knew that information always travelled through the guards. The uniform the guards wore made it near impossible to establish skin to skin contact without it looking forced; if Riley was going to extract information from one of them, she would either have to do it the old fashioned way or use her womanly charm. Luckily enough for her, she had been buttering a particular guard since she arrived and was praying that he was on duty that morning.



Riley arrived to the dining hall later than usual and as she stood in line for her breakfast, scouted the room for her favourite guard. She grinned when she spotted the sandy haired man by the north door. She waited impatiently for the attendant to serve her meal, her arms crossed and finger tapping on her bicep. Riley immediately collected her tray and left the line without thanking the woman. She made her way to a table close to his post; all of the tables in the dining hall looked the same. Pristine white tops, metal benches. Riley smiled at the guard as she sat down and began to eat her food. Throughout her meal she shot the Guard playful looks and sheepish smiles, and out of the corner of her eye noticed him looking at her. This would be easier than it looked..



Finishing her meal and putting her dishes away in their pit to store until the dish bitches were ready to collect them, Riley turned and nonchalantly walked toward the north exit. The guard stood erect, as any man in a position of his would have to, but smiled at her as she approached. A devious smile stretched across Riley's face as she stopped shoulder to shoulder with the guard. "Listen, I have a bit of time before my next testing and I would love some company. Besides, they don't pay you enough to stand here and watch us all day.. Have a little fun, reap the rewards." With a bite of her lip, Riley walked away and back to her room.



Awhile later her door opened, the Guard rushing into her room. Each Guard had a keycard that granted them access to the entire Solar Base and although the test subjects had locks on their door, it was merely an illusion of privacy. Riley sprang to her feet and over to the guard, he embraced her and she pushed him against the door, lips pressed hard against his. Her ability to extract information was still new to her but the guard was busy fondling her as their tongues danced inside each other's mouths; it would give her enough time to find whatever he knew.



A white doorless room. A white bed. A white camera. A woman wearing white… The only colour in the room was her red hair. There was glass on one side of the room to put the woman on display, as if she were an animal in a zoo… or a threat to be contained.



Riley pulled back from the Guard, confusion on her face. "She's… from the January test.. I remember meeting her when we first got here." Her blue eyes met with the Guard's, who looked alarmed and had tensed. She grabbed his face with her hand, controlling his thoughts and memories. "I'm going to borrow your uniform, friend.. And you're going to take a little nap here until I get back. Understood?" The Guard only nodded and removed his uniform.



Quick steps took her down the corridors. Riley had memorized the layout of the station from the Guard's memories. She was wearing his clothes and pulled her hair back into a cap to hide it and her face. The scientists would be busy with their testing at that time and because Riley's testing was in the afternoon, she wouldn't be expected that morning. Turn after turn, key card swipe after key card swipe, and dodging other guards… she finally reached the place she saw in the man's memories.



Slowly, Riley walked around the corner to see a brightly lit room behind a glass wall. Inside the room was a woman with fiery red hair. She swallowed back whatever emotion she was feeling and approached the room. "Hello…?"



Jan



It was a lonely existence. An existence in which Jan barely lived. Her thoughts constantly swarm around, her abilities constantly triggered. If anyone could make it out alive, she'd be doomed. A sudden sound, like a machine rumbling at a slow and steady pace, smoothly perhaps, perked Jan's curiosity. She turned her head from the right to left, up and down, everywhere before she finally caught sight of a face up in a medium sized glass window. She tilted her head and stared.



Hello, a voice echoed inside the person's head. Jan turned away from the person in the window and stood up from her chair. She took a few steps towards the food on the ground and began to pick up each individual grain of rice and meticulously place them in a row across the white room.



You know you aren't supposed to be here. I thought you were smarter than that. Why did you come here?



Riley Arrondottir



Slow footsteps made their way closer and closer to the glass until they had nowhere else to go. Riley watched as the woman looked about the white room until the woman's brown eyes found her. This was her, this was the woman she had briefly met when she first arrived to the Calendar Solar Base. Riley watched in slight confusion, or was it wonder, when the woman in white ignored her and found solace in obsessively lining each grain of rice in a row. Slight confusion solidified when the woman's voice rang in her head… it sounded just like the message she received in the night; the woman calling for help.



"So, the January experiment was successful then.. You're in my head." Riley's flat voice carried the rhetorical question, her answer was already talking to her. There was something other than this woman's voice in her head though; a strange feeling that resembled likeness. Riley was a psychokinetic by nature, could it be possible she could feel this woman? Is that why she was drawn to her? Is that why the woman could reach her in the middle of the night?



"You asked me to come here. Last night, I heard you. It was your voice in my head.. You wanted help. I can see why…" Riley's voice trailed as she looked around the white room from the glass barrier that protected her from January. She scanned the room behind her, taking note of the time on a clock on the far wall. The first round of experiments would be in progress for awhile yet.



Jan

January took particular care in making sure that each grain of rice was perfectly straight, or at least, as straight she could make it. She laid her head down on the ground and lined ten more pieces of rice. A brief chortle, albeit strange sounding, left her lips before she went silent as Riley spoke. Jan turned her head the other way and started a new row of rice.



"I spoke to you? I don't remember speaking to anyone…" She trailed off. "Do you know where I am?"

 

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Katrina Vasiliou

NAME: Katrina "Kat" Vasiliou
AGE: 21 years old
GENDER: Female
ACCENT: Cockney

NATIONALITY: British-American
ETHNICITY: Greek, Danish, and British (Dad's Side)
Greek, Irish, & Scottish (Mum's side)

OCCUPATION: Informant for Witchfinder

ABILITIES:

• Precognition
• Retrocognition
• Teleportation
• Empathy
• Mediumship
• Dream Manipulation
• Magical Energy Manipulation
• Memory Manipulation
• Peak Human Condition
• Psychometry

BRIEF SUMMARY: Katrina is a troubled young woman with a penchant for stealing, angry outbursts, and a cunning intellect. She's got claws people are afraid to touch and has difficulty controlling most of her abilities, often leading to devastating consequences. She's fearless and determined, yet always been reckless because of past factors. Her instability led to Katrina being admitted to the Witchfinder organizafikn by her Dad when she was seventeen years old, as much as she abhored the idea. Witchfinder has changed her immensely; it only goes to show that she is slowly finding her way with her powers and with herself, as a person.

 

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REYNA, DARK FAERY, EXILED PRINCESS AND UNKNOWN DRAGON RIDER, 197

Full Name: Reyna
Former Name: Her Royal Highness, Princess Reyna of House Lysandros
Occupation: Exiled Princess (Current), Fiance to His Royal Highness, Prince Nylas (Former)
Personality: Fierce & Assertive, Diplomatic & Organized, Feisty & Touchy, Reserved & Resourceful
Brief History: After a skirmish with Prince Nylas, the young duchess Reyna was forced into marriage and her family left for dead. Overcome with grief, Reyna sought revenge not long after her wedding with Prince Nylas. She disappeared into the night, intent on running away, and was caught redhanded by the Prince and five of his guards. She killed the prince in broad dusk with the dagger she stole and the guards attacked. Reyna picked up Nylas' broadsword without much struggle and seemingly out of nowhere, a stranger came and helped to save her from an untimely demise. Bruised and injured, Reyna's healing from the stranger was the start of an unlikely bond and many adventures that Reyna could've only dreamed of having.
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Reyna's Full Face

POSSIBLE SIDE CHARACTERS AND NPCS

VALERIA, HUMAN, SENIOR DRAGON RIDER, 27




DEIRDRE, HALF ELF, SENIOR DRAGON RIDER AND CAPTAIN, 38


NEPHTHYS, IMMORTAL, DRAGON SEER, 527




CHANDRA, HUMAN, SENIOR DRAGON RIDER AND LIEUTENANT, 29

 

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"I decided I would not be a victim any longer."

Dhara​

Basic Information

31, Female, Kindred Vampire, Sleuth
Order of the Dread (Former Affiliation)
The Cloaked Child (Former Alias)
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Personality

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History

Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from cotton eyed Joe?
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Anya Marie Romanova

Name: Anya Marie Romanova

Alias: Black Grace

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Occupation: CBD Store Owner (Current), Figurehead (Current)

Affiliation: Arcadia

Nationality: United States, Russia

Abilities: Memory Manipulation— User can control memories of oneself and others, allowing them to modify, fabricate, suppress, influence, repair, restore, erase, detect, and view them. They can change memories to confuse, wipe away certain memories to cause amnesia, discern and provoke nostalgia, and enter the victim into a psychic vision, replaying their memory.

Enhanced Memory— Instantly memorize any information that you have learned.

Memory Implantation— Implant memories into the minds of others, which could either be pre-existing memories from someone else, or false memories created by the user.

• Paramnesia: Distort or erase the memories of yourself or others, so that one can believe fantasies or lies without giving off cerebral implications of deception.
• Presence Insertion: Place oneself in memories of the target (and act as a loved one or old friend).
• Traumatize: Implant twisted memories within others to drive them into insanity.

Memory Erasure: Erase memories from yourself or others.

• Amnesia: Selectively erase any of your unwanted memories.
• Manual Reset: Dump all previous memories so that one may start fresh.
• Psychic Disguise: Remove yourself from the memories of others.

Appearance:

Anya wears many masks. Black Grace is her secondary one. Black Grace is considered a public figure of Arcadia. She is a "hero" and vigilante who dresses in black and always dons a long leather coat during her pursuit of metahumans who cause destruction and widespread disarray.

Black Grace Outfits

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Cybernetics: Nano tech chip implanted in her brain. She can view Arcadia's database of their staff, as well as their most wanted criminals and/or extranormals. Simple information, such as name, age, height, weight, as well as more complex information, such as abilities and danger level are incorporated into the small piece of tech.

Weaponry: Guns, Sais(?)

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Lady Kaia of House Ashford

The last few weeks had not been easy for Lady Kaia. It likely hadn't been easy for anyone, really. The long winter was tumultuous and uncertainty often rested outside the walls, waiting silently for the day when the White Walkers would find a way into the Red Keep and destroy what was left of the kingdom. Kaia kept her hopes up as best she could, finding solace within her harp and murmurs, but mostly her horse, Penny. The stable boy, Keren, had been company from time to time as well. She didn't know him that well and many probably gawked at how much time she spent in the stables, but she didn't mind. The other stable boy was no longer around; he seemed to disappear after him and Kaia almost made love together and she decided at the last minute that it was far too risky. The truth was that she felt lonely and she didn't know how to be alone with herself in this difficult time. When was it ever not a difficult time though?

Today, Kaia made the decision to wear the silver band her late husband gave in an effort to feel a little more comfortable in herself as she approached the stables. She walked right to the stall where Penny was, the horse seemingly calling her name out. Penny snorted and Kaia smiled warmly, her heart feeling a little lighter as she unlatched the lock, took off her gloves, and gently wrapped her arms around the horse's withers. She buried her face in Penny's crest and breathed. Penny snorted and leaned against Kaia, a beautiful effort to comfort her. Kaia smiled against the black horse and ran a hand soothingly along the horse's neck. There was something about being with Penny, an inexplicable bond between them both. Kaia never viewed herself as the "owner" of Penny, but rather, Penny's friend and soul.

"Did Keren take good care of you while I was gone?" she murmured, running her fingers through Penny's mane and picking up a brush in the stall. The horse snorted, as if agreeing with Kaia. The soft movements of the bristles against Penny calmed Kaia in the storm and it made her forget all the craziness she had to deal with as of late. A man had wanted to buy her husband's property, but she steadily declined, despite the man's persistence in wanting to see her in person and discuss how him taking over would be beneficial to her and the Ashford family. Kaia found that she could not condone such an act after a couple years of working through her grief. While she did not love her late husband, he was as mellow as they came and she had nothing against him for all their six years under the same roof with no child to make up for it.

"I'd expect no less from a man who does his job day and night," Kaia told Penny. "I hope you are comfortable here. I think maybe I should take you for a ride today, but then I wonder if the cold might be too much. I know you have to stretch your legs out though, so maybe I will, after I'm done brushing you and feeding you."

 

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Lady Kaia of House Kidwell
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me:
I am a free human being with an independent will."
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre​

Kaia flinched the moment Keren entered Penny's stall and barely walked into her before he realized she was there, talking out loud to Penny. She flushed at Keren's unexpected arrival and placed a hand over her mouth, giggling at his clumsiness. She observed him, somewhat silent, though at a loss in more ways than one. He was truly a remarkable person, a cute boy, but really just clumsy. Maybe too clumsy. Kaia cleared her throat and moved her dress a bit from side to side before exiting Penny's stall.

"I'm well as anyone can be," she responded, smiling as she tried to forego the attitude of distress. "I can't complain. You didn't hear me talking to Penny, did you?"

The truth that she hid was painful. Of those who knew Kaia, primarily Del, they knew Kaia was well known for simply hiding in spite of her struggles. The understanding of how to run a house in light of her husband being gone was not a task one simply acquired. Her husband had never liked her meddling in his affairs anyhow and with him having drunk late at night, it was not a process she wished to become a part of. At this point in time, Kaia was essentially forced into the position by circumstance (or rather, her parents forced her into it).

The primary issue that troubled Kaia was that while she was still considered Ashford by marriage, her family would continue to pester her until she got married again. Given Kaia was technically next for head of the household, she began to oversee daily operations while she sat on the thought that she still felt clumsy about taking care of everyone in a proper manner. Perhaps running a house was not meant for her.

"I find it interesting that nobles and commoners both suffer from so much in their own way, yet society is so blindsided to the other's wounds and how we can help heal them. If we did more together, though the Gods and Goddesses may not ever permit it, I think we would be in a better place."

 

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"I decided I would not be a victim any longer."

Dhara​

Basic Information

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31, Female, 5'7", Kindred Vampire, Sleuth​

Order of the Dread (Former Affiliation)​

The Cloaked Child (Former Alias)​

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Personality

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Given Dhara has not been given the proper resources needed to work through her trauma, she's an unstable, cynical woman. She hardly understands the notion of love or compassion, and faces both with indifference and disgust because of the lack of humanity she was forced into growing up. Brainwashing, torture, and psychological manipulation were all she knew in childhood.

With this in mind, Dhara struggles to work with others on a team, preferring to gather intel alone and by her own means, through what she knows best, yet also what she's trying to turn away from. She feeds regularly, choosing to take her anger and frustration out on the souls that are donated to the vampires, though she tries her best to hide this part of her from others because she does not accept who she is.

She is still learning who she is and what she wants, though the primary situation that she's been asked to move through is facing her past, a history that she has not divulged to other members, not even towards the person she holds the highest respect towards, Tara Crane. Dhara recognizes that because the Order is ruthless, just as she is, she will have to open up sooner than later.

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Weapons and Armor

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Dhara carries two daggers on her person, both with intricately crafted black handles and double edges for what she feels would reap maximum "slaughter" on her enemies and other targets. She's also fond of dipping her daggers in black "juice", a smooth, liquid substance that produces gradual deterioration of skin where the blade cuts. While the black "juice" doesn't look like much after it hits the skin (a light gray substance, what one could even describe as "dirty water"), it gets into the bloodstream rather quickly and produces the sensation in the body of being burned alive, localized to the spot where Dhara cut.​

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She also carries a parry knife for hunting and a shortsword for where daggers may not work in certain scenarios. Dhara's attire is simple black leather and boots that, while not offering great protection to the harder blows, counters with allowing her more ease to perform acrobatic feats and more ease in continually improving her dexterity and precision with constant striking and dodging. She prefers light padding over any kind of bulky, heavy material because her prowess is more focused on accuracy to certain parts of the body, rather than the bulk and strength of one blow.​

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Magical Ability

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Shadow Cloak is a passive ability Dhara has manifested since she was a young child. Shadow Cloak is a "teleportation" style of power where before she engages the enemy, she goes "invisible" in a cloud of dark gray, and teleports behind her target. This ability allows Dhara to immediately land a stunning attack or direct kill without being seen until it's too late. She can only use this on one target at a time and it requires thorough concentration, so if she is disrupted during her teleportation or while manifesting her shadows, she can be injured.​

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Black Whisperer is another passive ability that projects negative auditory hallucinations to confuse, daze, or possibly anger the target. Depending on the target's defense against mental projections, the target can be confused for less than minute or even go so far, as to become angry enough to the point where they are swinging their weapon around needlessly or clenching their head and screaming in an effort to remove the auditory hallucinations. Most effectively works on groups of up to four targets, though the more people targeted, the less effective the auditory hallucinations are.​

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Bleeding Red is an active ability that when in action, Dhara boosts her dexterity and precision for a brief time to allow her the opportunity to give a target at least five quick, deep blows or land one critical blow and one regular blow. This must be done when she is wielding two daggers, not one, which is often how she approaches battles most of the time anyways. This ability cannot be used constantly, as she needs time to recharge from one round, however, depending on the amount of targets she is fighting, possibly with others, it's possible to use this ability more than once in a battle round.​

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History

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Dhara was born and raised in Leonsill her entire childhood. She had one kindred mother and one human father, so she ended up some inches taller than a typical kindred of both kindred parents. While she remembers some of her life with her parents before she was three years old, she does not remember much after she was abducted by the Order. The Order was a cult organization that was composed only of kindred. The Order would take kindred children, pure-blooded and half blooded, kill their parents, and brainwash the children into believing that any race who was not kindred was an abomination and must be assassinated because of the massive discrimination and racism held against kindred in general.​

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Dhara's journey, in particular, comprised of her fearfully choosing to stay silent about the torture she'd go through daily because she was frightened of being killed on the spot. Outside of the cult setting, in public, the Order painted themselves as a "peaceful" activist group who wanted the same rights as other races. Their "mask" was far from the truth though and they were amazing at hiding their true intentions. Dhara was raised to assassinate and kill, only for the reason that another race was not kindred because the ideal was that if another race was not kindred, then they must play a part in the oppression faced by kindred, no matter how small their deeds were.​

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In Dhara's years under the order, she became known as "The Cloaked Child", for her ability to arrive on scene in a dark gray cloak and attack without being noticed for her first action, often resulting in death within her first strike. The Order was well kept, organized, and terribly good at covering up their trails, that for the long history they have with Khueria, no one has been able to hunt down whoever slaughtered thousands of people without a trace left behind.​

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At seven years old, however, Dhara found herself in a predicament, which ultimately cost her life as a kindred. After unsuccessfully attempting to kill a political leader and almost being caught in the process, she was dragged away from the scenario and back in The Order's hideout, everyone huddled around, including the children. They used her situation as an example of what happens when you fail for just one move, and Priamos, one of the kindred with vampire affliction, drained her of her blood and forced her to become a vampire.​

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Dhara struggled with her new identity. She didn't even know who she was with her old one and now, she was truly a monster. She fought the truth for years until one night, when a few of the men got into a bar fight with some berserkers, she temporarily escaped upon smelling blood from a deep cut one of the men sustained. At eight years old, Dhara weakly gave into her vampirism without remorse and quickly drained a young lady leaving a house for what seemed to be an evening party at another person's house.​

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In the late morning, Priamos found her in an alleyway, warm and craving blood. He allowed her to take some from him, but ultimately, her next feed came from another innocent being. From that moment forward, Priamos taught Dhara how to control her urges for fresh blood and vampiric instincts. She grew more attached to him than any other member, primarily because he would allow her to drink from him often. At eighteen, she got into a love affair with Priamos, which later resulted in his unforeseen death and Dhara managing to escape the cult at twenty four.​

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At twenty seven, after four years of traveling and hiding who she truly was from the world, she found Mora Fane. With no one to guide her, she tried to make a name for herself, hunting and gathering wood in the woods for a price that would give her enough coin to survive, though she was barely making ends meet. A year later, exhausted and out of options, she overheard some people talking about a group called Grim Legion and assassinations. Dhara's interest was immediately peaked, hoping that perhaps this Grim Legion could provide her protection. Rya, one of the members, indulged her and she was hooked, though she sold herself short and started off as intel, gradually moving into the role of a sleuth.​

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I agree to the assassin's code.​

 

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Victoria Marlowe​

Victoria's fingers clacked constantly on the wood in front of her, eager to find a way out, yet feeling hopeless on finding some semblance of companionship. She was oblivious and she hated it. She hated the lack of control she had around these mangy scalawags. Most of them seemed to clean up decently to each other, but not to her satisfaction. They smelled of fish.

They smelled of fish and disrespect.

She glanced around for any sign of intellectual life... It seemed the only sign of life was drunken men who couldn't keep their hands off the women who served him. What if that was to be her fate? Chills shot up her back. She'd be tossed into the sea and drown before she'd ever let a greedy man touch her body in such a disgusting way.

A familiar voice startled her. That damn captain. God, she needed more than "loosening up" as he put it. She needed a damn herbal bath and massage.

"Easy for you to say," Her tone was bitter. "You've got all the men in the world to do your bidding. What's it to you?"

Victoria's dirty fingers grabbed the drink without much thought and took a swig, half expecting it to be wine. Her face twisted in disgust the moment the bitterness hit her palate. She spit the drink back in the cup. Gods, what the hell did he say that was again? She felt sick, but not strong enough to punch him in the jaw. Oh, how she wished she could right now.

 

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"I decided I would not be a victim any longer."

Dhara

Basic Information

31, Female, 5'7", Kindred Vampire, Sleuth
Order of the Dread (Former Affiliation)
The Cloaked Child (Former Alias)

Personality

Given Dhara has not been given the proper resources needed to work through her trauma, she's an unstable, cynical woman. She hardly understands the notion of love or compassion, and faces both with indifference and disgust because of the lack of humanity she was forced into growing up. Brainwashing, torture, and psychological manipulation were all she knew in childhood.

With this in mind, Dhara struggles to work with others on a team, preferring to gather intel alone and by her own means, through what she knows best, yet also what she's trying to turn away from. She feeds regularly, choosing to take her anger and frustration out on the souls that are donated to the vampires, though she tries her best to hide this part of her from others because she does not accept who she is.

She is still learning who she is and what she wants, though the primary situation that she's been asked to move through is facing her past, a history that she has not divulged to other members, not even towards the person she holds the highest respect towards, Tara Crane. Dhara recognizes that because the Order is ruthless, just as she is, she will have to open up sooner than later.

Weapons and Armor

Dhara carries two daggers on her person, both with intricately crafted black handles and double edges for what she feels would reap maximum "slaughter" on her enemies and other targets. She's also fond of dipping her daggers in black "juice", a smooth, liquid substance that produces gradual deterioration of skin where the blade cuts. While the black "juice" doesn't look like much after it hits the skin (a light gray substance, what one could even describe as "dirty water"), it gets into the bloodstream rather quickly and produces the sensation in the body of being burned alive, localized to the spot where Dhara cut.

She also carries a parry knife for hunting and a shortsword for where daggers may not work in certain scenarios. Dhara's attire is simple black leather and boots that, while not offering great protection to the harder blows, counters with allowing her more ease to perform acrobatic feats and more ease in continually improving her dexterity and precision with constant striking and dodging. She prefers light padding over any kind of bulky, heavy material because her prowess is more focused on accuracy to certain parts of the body, rather than the bulk and strength of one blow.

Magical Ability

Shadow Cloak is a passive ability Dhara has manifested since she was a young child. Shadow Cloak is a "teleportation" style of power where before she engages the enemy, she goes "invisible" in a cloud of dark gray, and teleports behind her target. This ability allows Dhara to immediately land a stunning attack or direct kill without being seen until it's too late. She can only use this on one target at a time and it requires thorough concentration, so if she is disrupted during her teleportation or while manifesting her shadows, she can be injured.

Black Whisperer is another passive ability that projects negative auditory hallucinations to confuse, daze, or possibly anger the target. Depending on the target's defense against mental projections, the target can be confused for less than minute or even go so far, as to become angry enough to the point where they are swinging their weapon around needlessly or clenching their head and screaming in an effort to remove the auditory hallucinations. Most effectively works on groups of up to four targets, though the more people targeted, the less effective the auditory hallucinations are.

Bleeding Red is an active ability that when in action, Dhara boosts her dexterity and precision for a brief time to allow her the opportunity to give a target at least five quick, deep blows or land one critical blow and one regular blow. This must be done when she is wielding two daggers, not one, which is often how she approaches battles most of the time anyways. This ability cannot be used constantly, as she needs time to recharge from one round, however, depending on the amount of targets she is fighting, possibly with others, it's possible to use this ability more than once in a battle round.

History

Dhara was born and raised in Leonsill her entire childhood. She had one kindred mother and one human father, so she ended up some inches taller than a typical kindred of both kindred parents. While she remembers some of her life with her parents before she was three years old, she does not remember much after she was abducted by the Order. The Order was a cult organization that was composed only of kindred. The Order would take kindred children, pure-blooded and half blooded, kill their parents, and brainwash the children into believing that any race who was not kindred was an abomination and must be assassinated because of the massive discrimination and racism held against kindred in general.

Dhara's journey, in particular, comprised of her fearfully choosing to stay silent about the torture she'd go through daily because she was frightened of being killed on the spot. Outside of the cult setting, in public, the Order painted themselves as a "peaceful" activist group who wanted the same rights as other races. Their "mask" was far from the truth though and they were amazing at hiding their true intentions. Dhara was raised to assassinate and kill, only for the reason that another race was not kindred because the ideal was that if another race was not kindred, then they must play a part in the oppression faced by kindred, no matter how small their deeds were.

In Dhara's years under the order, she became known as "The Cloaked Child", for her ability to arrive on scene in a dark gray cloak and attack without being noticed for her first action, often resulting in death within her first strike. The Order was well kept, organized, and terribly good at covering up their trails, that for the long history they have with Khueria, no one has been able to hunt down whoever slaughtered thousands of people without a trace left behind.

At seven years old, however, Dhara found herself in a predicament, which ultimately cost her life as a kindred. After unsuccessfully attempting to kill a political leader and almost being caught in the process, she was dragged away from the scenario and back in The Order's hideout, everyone huddled around, including the children. They used her situation as an example of what happens when you fail for just one move, and Priamos, one of the kindred with vampire affliction, drained her of her blood and forced her to become a vampire.

Dhara struggled with her new identity. She didn't even know who she was with her old one and now, she was truly a monster. She fought the truth for years until one night, when a few of the men got into a bar fight with some berserkers, she temporarily escaped upon smelling blood from a deep cut one of the men sustained. At eight years old, Dhara weakly gave into her vampirism without remorse and quickly drained a young lady leaving a house for what seemed to be an evening party at another person's house.

In the late morning, Priamos found her in an alleyway, warm and craving blood. He allowed her to take some from him, but ultimately, her next feed came from another innocent being. From that moment forward, Priamos taught Dhara how to control her urges for fresh blood and vampiric instincts. She grew more attached to him than any other member, primarily because he would allow her to drink from him often. At eighteen, she got into a love affair with Priamos, which later resulted in his unforeseen death and Dhara managing to escape the cult at twenty four.

At twenty seven, after four years of traveling and hiding who she truly was from the world, she found Mora Fane. With no one to guide her, she tried to make a name for herself, hunting and gathering wood in the woods for a price that would give her enough coin to survive, though she was barely making ends meet. A year later, exhausted and out of options, she overheard some people talking about a group called Grim Legion and assassinations. Dhara's interest was immediately peaked, hoping that perhaps this Grim Legion could provide her protection. Rya, one of the members, indulged her and she was hooked, though she sold herself short and started off as intel, gradually moving into the role of a sleuth.

I agree to the assassin's code.

 

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Hello there!

My name is Kat. After spending the last few months getting back on track with "me" and my life, I'm hunting for a fantasy roleplay or two (preferably Game of Thrones). I've been craving some kind of adventure, action, maybe with a dabble of romance, but adventure first. Here are the NON-NEGOTIABLES:

• Third person, past tense
• I play main female character, you play main male character
• Willing to manipulate the verse a bit, if needed for our characters
• We both are open to NPCs and male/female characters
• Collaboration on main plot line
• Inspiration, motivation, and bouncing off ideas against one another
• OOC chatter, yes please!
• Most characters are at least in their 20s
• Detailed, not lush descriptions
• Aim for one post every other week, if not one post every week
• Open to BDSM and detailed sexy times, but not for main focus of story
• Real life comes first- Overcommunicate though!

PAIRINGS (will create plot with partner)
Beauty x The Beast (Dark Fantasy, Romance, Action, Political Intrigue)
Bartender x Mythical Creature (Time Travel, High Fantasy, Romance, Action, Adventure)
Mob Boss' Wife x Enemy Boss (Yakuza, Action, Adventure, Dark Romance)
Executive Assistant x CEO (BDSM, Action, Romance, Paranormal)

THEMES (will create plot with partner)
Love Affair w/ Tatiana Aldridge & Her Husband's Brother
Unexpected Love w/ Claire Reynolds & Police Officer/Doctor/Etc.
Fashion Industry w/ Katherine Hayes & Male Model/Katherine's Client
Pirate Love at Sea w/ Emily Becker, Sea Artist & Pirate Captain/Cabin Boy/First Mate
Pirates for Life w/ Asena & Surgeon/Cabin Boy/Pirate Captain
Time Travel Love w/ Lillian Gauthier & Warrior

With that being said, if you don't have a writing sample of an average post you'd write (not your best, otherwise I expect that every post you make) in your profile, please SEND ME A WRITING SAMPLE VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE. There's no requirements about what the writing sample should be. BONUS POINTS for also sending in a sexy times writing sample.

Happy hunting!

 

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Ana'Riel
Name: Ana'Riel (Pronounced Ah-NahRee-EL)
Alias: Keeper of Secrets (Current), Ana (Parents and Lover)
Age: 234
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Current), Lawful Neutral (Former)
Deity: Étoile (Current), Ena (Former)
Class: (Primary) Arcane, (Secondary) Martial
Bloodline: Fey-Arcane

Appearance:
Ana'Riel has long, dark brown hair tied back in a high ponytail with a few braids laced in. Her braids are decorated with a few ornate silver hair cuffs and her bangs softly frame her oval face. Ana'Riel stands at 5'9" and rough, sunkissed skin pairs well with her ocean blue eyes and red face paint. She wears a silver circlet and ear cuffs, as well as durable, yet light leather armor during her adventures. Scars litter her body from various altercations and fights.

Personality:
Ana'Riel can be a compassionate person, however, that's not what she's led others to believe over the last few years, especially not in her later years as a teenager. In Nature's Throat, where survival is everything, she's used her charms and knowledge of those around her to get her way. She listens, but people in the Nature's Throat are usually cautious about what they say around Ana'Riel now. She's an excellent storyteller and has a gift for turning a person's own words against themselves.

Not many have heard of her outside of the Throat though because Ana'Riel is particular about who she picks to be punished. Once people loosely understood who she was, she had potential clientele go out of their way to get revenge on their enemies by offering to pay her a large sum of coin, but not many. Most seemed to prefer simply staying away from her. While Ana'Riel often accepts coin in exchange for her "services" and has essentially made that her business, she often believes her life is only that way because she is misunderstood and taken advantage of. Ana'Riel holds her cards close to her chest and has not shown any sign of letting them go yet.

History:
Ana'Riel was born in the heat of Nature's Throat within the elven tribe, Shiye-Taarii, where survival was paramount. Her parents were both rogues who doled out justice at its finest and believed mercy was the greatest act you could commit. Life was valued above all else, the tribe burying the dead, instead of feasting on the flesh like their fellow Sahabi followers. Ana'Riel and her parents traveled often to bring back textiles, warmth, and food for the clan. Life was placed above all else. During a prolonged adventure, Ana'Riel and her parents came across some humans, who talked down on them for being worshippers of Sahabi and eating each other's flesh. Ana'Riel was particularly sensitive to this kind of encounter with humans, as she encountered many more humans later on who tried to stain her name and who she was.

When she was 57 years old, Ana'Riel went through a rebellious phase, where she'd managed to slip from under her parent's watch at times and go out on her own, in search of the humans who they'd first encountered, as well as others. She was overwhelmed and frustrated, rebellious tendencies turning into more malicious intent to do harm.

After Ana'Riel was 145, she left the clan and decided to travel towards Diane, with the intent of punishing the humans and finding out why their ego outshined their humility. She practiced thievery and blackmailed many humans by spreading rumors and stealthily gathering and planting evidence of who they truly were, twisting what she heard into persuasive truth. Human nobility and other higher ups began to notice their gold, jewelry, and other fancy items fall into the hands of those who were particularly snobby and hateful towards the elves, particularly people who were giving the Shiye-Taarii clan a hard time. This problem turned some of the nobility against their own guards and other military officers. She kept letters from the nobility as well, which spoke badly about their fellow humans audacity to steal and commit unfathomable acts, if they had something to say for it. Thus, her clan, Shiye-Taarii started calling her the Keeper of Secrets and the humans, a more rude and crass version of who she was to them.

This situation only fueled the work she did, and when a human noble came into her line of sight and offered her a position worth more than what she was doing, Ana'Riel hesitated at first. Slowly, the lord got under her skin from afar and built an unexpected friendship with her from the beginning. Ana'Riel became his spymaster, and eventually, the human's secret lover.

Ana'Riel was completely and wholly enraptured, no matter how much she fought against her feelings, she could not bring herself to hate him in any way, despite him being human. They kept their trysts secret, especially around the public and in his home. Ana'Riel often relied on her stealth and position as a spymaster to keep them both out of trouble and ridicule from others. Upon her lover's passing from a bizarre sickness, Ana'Riel finally understood how she truly felt and regretted the times she'd pushed him away and made a fool of herself.

As Ana'Riel knew about the expedition he'd intended to go on, and understood his compassion for those who've suffered the fog, she decided to take his place for him. Ana'Riel went in with the idea that she would only do it for the gold, so as to not let his death drain her completely. She could not find herself to return back home, so what better way to move forward than to head towards the Khalesian Empire in search of how to stop the mist.

 

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Inspiration

Name: Anaasi Reytal

Nickname: Ana

Force-Sensitive: Yes

Species: Pantoran

Age: 25

Eye Color: Gold & Honey-like

Hair Color: Silver with a lilac undertone

Height: 5'5"

Appearance: Anaasi has what seems to be a "delicate" appearance mixed with a person who understands how to survive. Although her blue skin appears soft and smooth to those from a distance, look closely and you will notice that she bears many scars, scratches, and bruises received from various situations throughout her current lifetime. The bottoms of her feet and her hands have a few callouses here and there from repeat escapes. She has gold, honey-like eyes and silver hair with lilac undertones, though one of her eyes does not move and appears cloudy.

Her hair starts to form loose one-and-a-half inch curls near the end of her neck. These curls reach her shoulder blades. Anaasi stands at 5'5" and has broad shoulders, yet a small body frame that has withstood many lashes and torture for defiance and rebellion against her slaver on Tatooine. While many Pantorans will have five fingers on each hand, Anaasi's left hand only has four fingers. Her pointer finger was chopped off after she tried to escape her slavers a second time. She does not talk about what happened to her finger or what happened to her left eye.

Equipment: None Currently

Vices:
Hyper Independence — As a result of her trauma, Anaasi's past has instilled in her that it's not safe to trust love or anyone else but herself. This survival tactic gives her a sense of security, however, the reality is that she's frightened to lose herself in others and ask for support.

Morally Grey — A ruthless woman who isn't above cheating or playing dirty to get what she wants. She's cynical and the last thing she wants on her plate is someone deciding whether her actions are "good" or not. As long as she survives, that's all that matters.

Undiplomatic — Not the best person to negotiate with, Anaasi's got some rather unconventional ways of bringing "peace" to a party. She's blunt, strongly opinionated, and does not like hearing the word "no" from anyone but herself.

Brief History:
With her Mother from the Zeison Sha Order and Father from the Matukai Order, Anaasi learned from a young age many different skills and talents needed for her to survive on her own once her parents were gone. She lived on Naboo, her parents hopeful that the change of scenery would provide her with new life. Anaasi grew strong and determined, kind and generous. Her parents taught her what they knew from home, away from most of society. They preferred the isolation of their small village over the loud noises of the economy in Theed, primarily because it brought them peace and was also a great area for Anaasi's rigid training schedule.

At age fourteen, Anaasi's village was ambushed. The village was burned down and almost everyone died. Five men broke into their home, destroyed everything, and abducted Anaasi. Her parents tried to save her, but she was gone before they could track her down. Due to this incident, Anaasi was unable to complete her informal training as a person who wielded techniques from both Zeison Sha and Matukai. Anaasi was taken to Tatooine, where she was sold into slavery in Mos Espa to a Lothalite named Ozzen Tyze.

For years, what remained of the rest of her childhood, were far and few in between. Anaasi may remember most of her earlier years with her parents, but after she was sold, much of her childhood went down in the drain. She was immediately put on a strict routine and tasked with different chores to do around Ozzen's abode. She mostly cleaned, did the laundry, and cooked, however, because she was at her slaver's disposal, he'd groom her to be with him whenever he saw fit, whether that be visiting the local cantina or having her attend to him at home.

Throughout her service to Ozzen, she made a couple attempts to escape, none of which ended well. The first time he blinded one of her eyes and the second time her cut off her finger. The next time, he threatened to pluck her other eye out so she would never know beauty again. Anaasi has not attempted to escape for a while now, however, with his current trip to the local cantina one of great importance, she's certain this will be her last chance to escape and reunite with her parents, if not plot revenge against Ozzen.

Other:

Skills

• Expert Survival (Raise/Lower Body Temperature, Detect Nearby Enemies within 20 ft, Resourceful with Finding Food, Building Fire, and creating shelter, etc.)
• Basic Herbalism (Can create herbs, teas, and poultices to help heal minor wounds, cuts, and scratches, Cannot heal deep wounds/cuts or treat severe injuries)
• Advanced Coercion (Can persuade most, except for those with strong will)
• Intermediate Poison Immunity (except to Kouhun and other extremely fatal poisons)
• Intermediate Combat Training (Wan Shen [7 years], Disc Blade [9 years])

Talents

• Intermediate Telekinesis (5+ years, pushing, pulling, hurling, levitating, smashing, and crushing medium sized objects with ease (example: cannot maneuver or crush anything bigger than a car)
• Martial Arts (7+ years, melee combat)
• Meditation (Tis a routine day and night for her; the moment she wakes up and right before she goes to sleep)
• Wan Shen (secondary weapon, melee)
• Disc Blade (preferred weapon, ranged)

 

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