Mun's Test Zone

Name
Judas-Not-Iscariot "Jennie" Black

Title
The Goat Man

Age
29 (328)

Birthday
March 11th, 1692

Place of Birth
Plymouth, Massachusetts

Species
Vampire

Occupation
Etsy Shop Owner "Tymon's Hair"

Appearance
Jennie is a fairly tall and muscular man. Standing at 6'5", he tends to tower over others and his modest muscles only add to that. He has dark brown hair which he loves to groom. He has a light distribution of facial hair, thick dark eyebrows, and a sharp jawline. He prefers to wear suits most of the time, but when he's interacting with his goat Tymon, he wears angora sweaters that he knits himself. He doesn't care for piercings or tattoos, so he has none.

Personality
Jennie is very straightforward and stoic. His life as a puritan though short had a strong impact on him. He's a minimalist through and through and doesn't like excess or clutter. He is incredibly judgemental when dealing with people who he deems wasteful. Even as a non-religious man, he can get pretty preachy when he disapproves of something. But even though he's immortal, he gets attached easily and doesn't like being alone. He hates parting ways with the people he cares about and it's happened so many times now that he'll do just about anything to keep his current clan.

Contradicting his usual rigidity, Jennie gets animated and gushy when interacting with Tymon. He extends this warmth to all the animals in the house, but his voice goes up a few extra octaves when he's talking to his beloved goat. He's very sensitive when it comes to acting on behalf of his goat, especially when people on Etsy leave bad reviews after buying something made from Tymon's luxurious grade-A hair. He also tends to be pretty ornery and meticulous with his familiars, sometimes going as far as making them change clothes because they look frumpy.

Biography
  • He was born March 11th, 1692 in Plymouth, Massachusetts. He was the second son of Creedence and Obedience Black, two stern parents. The entire society was stern and suspicious of anything unorthodox or remotely abnormal and Jennie hated it. He understood the need for modesty and humility, but he didn't understand the religious aspect. He had a lot of questions but of course, that wasn't tolerated. So when he turned 16, the age of maturity in Puritan society, he left the colony, hitching a ride on a trader's wagon.
  • He never settled in a new place and instead became a trader's apprentice. He would travel with his master to settlements all through the colonies for six years. At some point, his master expanded his trade routes to the coastlines and soon Jennie found himself regularly consorting with pirates. His master warned him against it but Jennie was drawn to the camaraderie that he saw amongst the pirates...and one particular pirate.
  • Jennie and Captain Leonidas Howell got along famously. Their interactions extended past the amicable greetings that pirates and traders exchanged. The two men treated each other like old friends despite not having known each other long. When Leonidas' ship was due to cast off, he invited Jennie along. Of course, he said yes. It turned out that the captain got along with Jennie so well because Jennie was his favorite type of food: Naive, impressionable, straight-laced young man. Jennie served as the captain's food for two years before he turned him. Leonidas taught Jennie how to be a vampire, but as soon as they got to the next port Jennie took off.
  • He lived in France for a while, making a living as a goat farmer in the country. He moved around France for as long as he could before people started getting suspicious. He repeated this lifestyle all over Europe until 1922 when he took a boat back to the Americas.
  • He settled in Florida in a house owned by fellow vampires, Vasilii the Vulture and Duke Zephaniah Blanchet. He's lived there ever since.
Sire
Leonidas Howell - Alive - Bad terms - "I hope he's dead. Or better yet, trapped in his ship thousand of leagues underwater."

Vampiric Transformation:
  • Captain Leonidas never intended to turn Jennie. He actually planned to throw the man overboard when he got tired of him or abandon him at the next port. However, Leonidas soon realized that he'd developed feelings for Jennie and wanted to keep him around. He could have turned him into a pirate, but he got jealous when he saw Jennie laughing or even talking with the other members of the crew, so he often kept him locked in his quarters. By this time, Jennie knew that Leonidas wasn't the friend he thought he was, and that he wasn't even human. That knowledge terrified him, but he couldn't escape and he wasn't desperate enough to jump overboard. He realized that Leonidas had a soft spot for him, so he worked on endearing himself to the man, just in case.
  • The ship arrived at a popular pirate port and the entire crew including Leonidas went to have fun at a local tavern. Leonidas locked Jennie up in his cabin for the entire time. He came back drunk and ravenous. He only meant to take a few sips, but he lost control and drained Jennie completely. He panicked and forced Jennie to drink his blood, thus turning him into a vampire. He taught Jennie all about his new inhumanity, then informed him that the two of them would find a meal together at the next port on the coast of France. Horrified that he would have to do the same thing that was done to him to an unsuspecting person, Jennie made plans to run away. When they arrived at the port, Jennie suggested that they split up and try to find two meals instead of one so they could have options. Leonidas believed him and let him out of his sight, and Jennie high tailed it out of town.
  • Jennie hated being a vampire at first because he hated preying on unsuspecting people and using them as portable caprisuns. However, after encountering a vampire in the country, he realized that he was mimicking Leonidas' behavior and that he didn't have to. The vampire, Flavia Decimus was old, having been turned over thousands of years ago. She taught Jennie everything that Leonidas failed to like how he could drink from animals instead of people, and that he had powers. After they parted, Jennie used his powers to force large animals to approach him so he could drink from them. Eventually, after moving back to the United States, he started drinking from humans again but found it difficult because he'd developed a preference for bald people.
  • He met Violeta, his familiar in a dark alley while trailing a delicious looking bald man.


Family
Creedence Black - Father - Dead
Obedience Black - Mother - Dead
Jesus-died-for-our-sins Black - Older Brother - Dead
Tymon XXIX - Pet Angora Goat - Alive

Rivalries/Enemies
Captain Leonidas Howell - His sire, captor, and ex.

Relationships
Flavia Decimus - Vampire - Assumed Alive - Mentor (NPC)
Zephaniah Blanchet - Vampire - Alive - Friend/Roommate/Landlord
Violeta (Vy) Eisele - Human - Alive - Familiar
Rose Kelley - Vampire - Alive - Friend/Roommate

Special ability
Controlling and talking to animals

Drawbacks
In order to speak to the animals, he has to make their respective sounds (growls, cries, barks, etc.), and sometimes when he wants to switch back to human speak, he has a bit of trouble. One time he spoke to a dog for twenty minutes and afterward he tried to chase his own tail.

Controlling animals is much harder than speaking to them, mainly because they're usually pissed when they get back in control. More than a few animals have turned on Jennie because he made them do something shitty.
 
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Name
Arthur Daniel Moon / "Danny"

Title
Vampire-in-Training (V.I.T)

Age
24

Birthday
December

Place of Birth
Cardiff, Wales

Species
Human

Occupation
Familiar & Remote ESOL Tutor

Appearance
Danny is a reedy young man with a thin layer of muscle. He has tussled and brushed back brown hair, as well as lightly tanned skin. His eyes are regular muddy brown, but he wears hazel contacts to seem more "unique". His wardrobe consists of leather jackets of various colors (mostly black), tracksuits, regular suits, and the occasional t-shirt and jeans combo. The t-shirts/jeans are reserved for when he feels like shit and doesn't want to put any effort into his fashion.

Personality
The one thing you have to know about Danny is that he's a pretender who's afraid to acknowledge his own true self. He loves to give the impression that he's an aloof yet complicated guy with a dark and mysterious past. Truthfully, he's a huge dork and an even bigger nerd. He can tell you anything about any superhero or anime character within five minutes. He likes to debate whether Goku would beat Almight in a boxing ring. He gets nervous and flustered easily, and his palms always get sweaty (mom's spaghetti). He recites lines from vines and loves applying songs from musicals to everyday situations. He's clumsy, especially when he's trying to look cool for somebody.

Biography
  • He was born in Cardiff, Wales, and adopted by two college professors. Instead of sending him to public school, his parents homeschooled him from Year 1 to Year 9, and only let him go to high school because he begged them. He didn't get along with most people in school because they'd known each other since Year 1, so friend groups had already been established. And because he was homeschooled he often knew the material already and so was deemed a massive fucking nerd. His interests in musicals, anime, and comics certainly didn't help his situation.
  • His parents got divorced and he and his mom moved to Pensacola, Florida where her ailing mother (and Danny's grandma) lived. Taking a lesson from the way he was treated at his old high school, Danny decided to change his persona. He told the other students to call him Danny, he started wearing black (not goth black, just regular black), and slacking off in school. He hung out with the "bad kids" for half a quarter until they tried to get him to smoke, and his good upbringing wouldn't allow him to partake. But, his efforts to seem mysterious, coupled with his thick Welsh accent, resulted in him being labeled as a "bad boy".
  • Despite trying to cement his reputation as a bad boy, Danny spent most of his free time with his grandma, Bronwen. Even though she was suffering from bouts of dementia, when she was lucid, she would tell him the wildest stories. One frequently told stories was of the time she met a creature only thought to exist in fantasy: a vampire. She told him about an old paramour back in Wales who was one of these mythical creatures and that he wanted her to be his familiar, but she did not want to be cursed with eternal life so they parted ways. After that, Danny made it his mission to find a vampire and become their familiar in hopes of receiving eternal life and becoming the ultimate badass.
  • When he graduated from high school, he decided that instead of going away to college, he would go to nightclubs, alleys, and bars in hopes of finding a vampire. And of course, increasing his cool boy credentials. He would often sit at the bar, nursing a disgusting glass of whiskey (the drink of badasses) and wait for someone anyone remotely vampire-like to appear.
  • He met Zephaniah at a bar while pretending to be broody and badass and became his familiar, under the condition that he would eventually be turned into a vampire for his loyal service. So far, that has not happened. But he's confident Zephaniah wouldn't lie to him.


Family
Gwendolyn Moon - Mom - Alive (54)
Theodore Moon - Dad - Alive (52)
Bronwen Moon - Grandmother - Alive (80)

Rivalries/Enemies
Relationships
 
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  • Name
    Arthur Daniel Moon / "Danny"

    Title
    Vampire-in-Training (V.I.T)

    Age
    24

    Birthday
    December 25th (but he tells people it's October 31st)

    Place of Birth
    Cardiff, Wales

    Species
    Human

    Occupation
    Familiar & Remote ESOL Tutor

    Appearance
    Danny is a reedy young man with a thin layer of muscle. He has tussled and brushed back brown hair, as well as lightly tanned skin. His eyes are regular muddy brown, but he wears hazel contacts to seem more "unique". His wardrobe consists of leather jackets of various colors (mostly black), tracksuits, regular suits, and the occasional t-shirt and jeans combo. The t-shirts/jeans are reserved for when he feels like shit and doesn't want to put any effort into his fashion.


  • Personality
    The one thing you have to know about Danny is that he's a pretender who's afraid to acknowledge his own true self. He loves to give the impression that he's an aloof yet complicated guy with a dark and mysterious past. Truthfully, he's a huge dork and an even bigger nerd. He can tell you anything about any superhero or anime character within five minutes. He likes to debate whether Goku would beat Almight in a boxing ring. He gets nervous and flustered easily, and his palms always get sweaty (mom's spaghetti). He recites lines from vines and loves applying songs from musicals to everyday situations. He's clumsy, especially when he's trying to look cool for somebody.

    Biography
    • He was born in Cardiff, Wales, and adopted by two college professors. Instead of sending him to public school, his parents homeschooled him from Year 1 to Year 9, and only let him go to high school because he begged them. He didn't get along with most people in school because they'd known each other since Year 1, so friend groups had already been established. And because he was homeschooled he often knew the material already and so was deemed a massive fucking nerd. His interests in musicals, anime, and comics certainly didn't help his situation.
      [*]His parents got divorced and he and his mom moved to Pensacola, Florida where her ailing mother (and Danny's grandma) lived. Taking a lesson from the way he was treated at his old high school, Danny decided to change his persona. He told the other students to call him Danny, he started wearing black (not goth black, just regular black), and slacking off in school. He hung out with the "bad kids" for half a quarter until they tried to get him to smoke, and his good upbringing wouldn't allow him to partake. But, his efforts to seem mysterious, coupled with his thick Welsh accent, resulted in him being labeled as a "bad boy".
      [*]Despite trying to cement his reputation as a bad boy, Danny spent most of his free time with his grandma, Bronwen. Even though she was suffering from bouts of dementia, when she was lucid, she would tell him the wildest stories. One frequently told stories was of the time she met a creature only thought to exist in fantasy: a vampire. She told him about an old paramour back in Wales who was one of these mythical creatures and that he wanted her to be his familiar, but she did not want to be cursed with eternal life so they parted ways. After that, Danny made it his mission to find a vampire and become their familiar in hopes of receiving eternal life and becoming the ultimate badass.
      [*]When he graduated from high school, he decided that instead of going away to college, he would go to nightclubs, alleys, and bars in hopes of finding a vampire. And of course, increasing his cool boy credentials. He would often sit at the bar, nursing a disgusting glass of whiskey (the drink of badasses) and wait for someone anyone remotely vampire-like to appear.
      [*]He met Zephaniah at a bar while pretending to be broody and badass and became his familiar, under the condition that he would eventually be turned into a vampire for his loyal service. So far, that has not happened. But he's confident Zephaniah wouldn't lie to him.


  • Family
    Gwendolyn Moon - Mom - Alive (54)
    Theodore Moon - Dad - Alive (52)
    Bronwen Moon - Grandmother - Alive (80)


    Rivalries/Enemies
    Zephaniah

    Relationships
    Judas "Judy" Caldwell - Friend/Fellow Familiar
    Rose Kelley - Friend
    Zephaniah Blanchet - Master

 
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  • Name
    Judas-Not-Iscariot "Jennie" Black

    Title
    The Goat Man

    Age
    29 (328)

    Birthday
    March 11th, 1692

    Place of Birth
    Plymouth, Massachusetts

    Species
    Vampire

    Occupation
    Etsy Shop Owner "Tymon's Hair"

    Appearance
    Jennie is a fairly tall and muscular man. Standing at 6'5", he tends to tower over others and his modest muscles only add to that. He has dark brown hair which he loves to groom. He has a light distribution of facial hair, thick dark eyebrows, and a sharp jawline. He prefers to wear suits most of the time, but when he's interacting with his goat Tymon, he wears angora sweaters that he knits himself. He doesn't care for piercings or tattoos, so he has none.


  • Personality
    Jennie is very straightforward and stoic. His life as a puritan though short had a strong impact on him. He's a minimalist through and through and doesn't like excess or clutter. He is incredibly judgemental when dealing with people who he deems wasteful. Even as a non-religious man, he can get pretty preachy when he disapproves of something. But even though he's immortal, he gets attached easily and doesn't like being alone. He hates parting ways with the people he cares about and it's happened so many times now that he'll do just about anything to keep his current clan.

    Contradicting his usual rigidity, Jennie gets animated and gushy when interacting with Tymon. He extends this warmth to all the animals in the house, but his voice goes up a few extra octaves when he's talking to his beloved goat. He's very sensitive when it comes to acting on behalf of his goat, especially when people on Etsy leave bad reviews after buying something made from Tymon's luxurious grade-A hair. He also tends to be pretty ornery and meticulous with his familiars, sometimes going as far as making them change clothes because they look frumpy.

    Biography
    • He was born March 11th, 1692 in Plymouth, Massachusetts. He was the second son of Creedence and Obedience Black, two stern parents. The entire society was stern and suspicious of anything unorthodox or remotely abnormal and Jennie hated it. He understood the need for modesty and humility, but he didn't understand the religious aspect. He had a lot of questions but of course, that wasn't tolerated. So when he turned 16, the age of maturity in Puritan society, he left the colony, hitching a ride on a trader's wagon.
    • He never settled in a new place and instead became a trader's apprentice. He would travel with his master to settlements all through the colonies for six years. At some point, his master expanded his trade routes to the coastlines and soon Jennie found himself regularly consorting with pirates. His master warned him against it but Jennie was drawn to the camaraderie that he saw amongst the pirates...and one particular pirate.
    • Jennie and Captain Leonidas Howell got along famously. Their interactions extended past the amicable greetings that pirates and traders exchanged. The two men treated each other like old friends despite not having known each other long. When Leonidas' ship was due to cast off, he invited Jennie along. Of course, he said yes. It turned out that the captain got along with Jennie so well because Jennie was his favorite type of food: Naive, impressionable, straight-laced young man. Jennie served as the captain's food for two years before he turned him. Leonidas taught Jennie how to be a vampire, but as soon as they got to the next port Jennie took off.
    • He lived in France for a while, making a living as a goat farmer in the country. He moved around France for as long as he could before people started getting suspicious. He repeated this lifestyle all over Europe until 1922 when he took a boat back to the Americas.
    • He settled in Florida in a house owned by fellow vampires, Vasilii the Vulture and Duke Zephaniah Blanchet. He's lived there ever since.
    Sire
    Leonidas Howell - Alive - Bad terms - "I hope he's dead. Or better yet, trapped in his ship thousand of leagues underwater."

    Vampiric Transformation
    • Captain Leonidas never intended to turn Jennie. He actually planned to throw the man overboard when he got tired of him or abandon him at the next port. However, Leonidas soon realized that he'd developed feelings for Jennie and wanted to keep him around. He could have turned him into a pirate, but he got jealous when he saw Jennie laughing or even talking with the other members of the crew, so he often kept him locked in his quarters. By this time, Jennie knew that Leonidas wasn't the friend he thought he was, and that he wasn't even human. That knowledge terrified him, but he couldn't escape and he wasn't desperate enough to jump overboard. He realized that Leonidas had a soft spot for him, so he worked on endearing himself to the man, just in case.
    • The ship arrived at a popular pirate port and the entire crew including Leonidas went to have fun at a local tavern. Leonidas locked Jennie up in his cabin for the entire time. He came back drunk and ravenous. He only meant to take a few sips, but he lost control and drained Jennie completely. He panicked and forced Jennie to drink his blood, thus turning him into a vampire. He taught Jennie all about his new inhumanity, then informed him that the two of them would find a meal together at the next port on the coast of France. Horrified that he would have to do the same thing that was done to him to an unsuspecting person, Jennie made plans to run away. When they arrived at the port, Jennie suggested that they split up and try to find two meals instead of one so they could have options. Leonidas believed him and let him out of his sight, and Jennie high tailed it out of town.
    • Jennie hated being a vampire at first because he hated preying on unsuspecting people and using them as portable caprisuns. However, after encountering a vampire in the country, he realized that he was mimicking Leonidas' behavior and that he didn't have to. The vampire, Flavia Decimus was old, having been turned over thousands of years ago. She taught Jennie everything that Leonidas failed to like how he could drink from animals instead of people, and that he had powers. After they parted, Jennie used his powers to force large animals to approach him so he could drink from them. Eventually, after moving back to the United States, he started drinking from humans again but found it difficult because he'd developed a preference for bald people.
    • He met Violeta, his familiar in a dark alley while trailing a delicious looking bald man.


  • Family
    Creedence Black - Father - Dead
    Obedience Black - Mother - Dead
    Jesus-died-for-our-sins Black - Older Brother - Dead
    Tymon XXIX - Pet Angora Goat - Alive

    Rivalries/Enemies
    Captain Leonidas Howell - His sire, captor, and ex.

    Relationships
    Flavia Decimus - Vampire - Assumed Alive - Mentor (NPC)
    Zephaniah Blanchet - Vampire - Alive - Friend/Roommate/Landlord
    Violeta (Vy) Eisele - Human - Alive - Familiar
    Rose Kelley - Vampire - Alive - Friend/Roommate

    Special ability
    Controlling and talking to animals

    Drawbacks
    In order to speak to the animals, he has to make their respective sounds (growls, cries, barks, etc.), and sometimes when he wants to switch back to human speak, he has a bit of trouble. One time he spoke to a dog for twenty minutes and afterward he tried to chase his own tail.

    Controlling animals is much harder than speaking to them, mainly because they're usually pissed when they get back in control. More than a few animals have turned on Jennie because he made them do something shitty.

 
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Name: Mirinu Khatrij
Nickname(s): Miri
Age: 22
Gender: Woman
Species: Human
Tribe/Family: The Khatrij family
Role: Refugee
Occupation: Farmer


Appearance: Miri has long curly brown hair that she ties in a low ponytail with a strip of cloth. She usually has dirt smudged on her face from toiling in the fields. She's got a fair bit of muscle as most peasants do. Her voice is low and rough to match her demeanor. She only has a few pieces of clothing and her most common attire consists of a plain frock and a dirty apron. She wraps her feet with cloth bindings to protect them from the environment but that's all she has for footwear. She's of average height, standing at 5'7", and she weighs a mere 140 lbs.


Personality:
Sol's motto is "let me mind mine." All she wants in life is peace, stability, and no surprises. She likes going through the motions and following a schedule every day from dusk to dawn. She is very aware of her limits and capabilities and never tries to shoot higher than she can see. Some may call her boring, but she knows she's being safe. She isn't an excitable person, and frankly, she can't handle people who are too emotional. While she's levelheaded for the most part, she is also superstitious. She throws salt over her shoulder to ward off evil and burns sage when too many bad things happen in a day. New things scare her and she hates not being in control of her own life. She can be incredibly protective of her livelihood and dependents. When faced with situations that exceed her knowledge/capabilities, she shuts down and becomes single goal-oriented. She lets stress get to her easily and often snaps at people without meaning to. In moments of extreme duress, Miri has been known to get physical and will issue several bizarre threats (i.e "I will gouge out your eyeballs, mash 'em up, and spread em on a sandwich!")
Traits - No nonsense, resourceful, skeptical, superstitious, humble, protective, and honest
Moral Alignment - Lawful Neutral
MBTI - ISTJ



Magic: She doesn't have a gift, but her unborn child does. The manifestation of their gift was triggered after Mirinu entered Drohael Ka which is on a leyline. Beasts are drawn to Mirinu for unknown reasons. The animals are generally curious, confused, and sometimes friendly, but their presence makes Mirinu's life much harder. The animals often crowd her and try to "mark" her (peeing, scenting, etc). Even magical creatures are drawn to her which is even more horrifying for someone who's only been around farm animals.

Drawbacks: Mirinu experiences exaggerated pregnancy symptoms. Morning sickness for her involves violent projectile vomiting. Her cravings are a lot more bizarre as well. Sometimes she gets the urge to hack apart a tree to get the sap inside. Sometimes she wants to catch a rabbit and eat it while it's still squirming. Pregnancy brain is dangerous for her because she'll just forget what she's doing or where she's going. Sometimes she'll forget faces, but this only happens after the gift has attracted a large predator or a magical beast.

Abilities:
Animal Husbandry - Miri knows her way around beasts of burden. She can sheer a sheep, milk a cow, and fit a yoke onto a mule with no trouble. She's fairly knowledgeable of how to care for these creatures.
Farming - She knows how to plant crops and which crops will survive in what soil/climate etc.
Cooking - She's no master chef, but she knows how to make a good hearty stew. Give her utensils and ingredients, and she''ll whip something up.

Weaknesses:
Combat - While she can land a good right hook if necessary, Mirinu isn't a trained fighter. No one taught her how to fight, and to this day, she would rather flee than fight.
Giftless - She doesn't have a gift and she's not rich enough to learn magic.
Pregnant - Self-explanatory. She's 6 months pregnant, the side effects are debilitating.

History:


Relationships:

Name - Relation to Char - Title (if they have one) - Player (if not npc)
(Brief paragraph or two on the relationship with your character. Repeat format as necessary.)


Extra:
 
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Jennie in his room reading reviews for his Etsy shop. Delighted with the good reviews. Enraged for the bad ones. One review claims to be suing him but he pays it no mind.

Jennie's room was cloaked in near-complete utter darkness, illuminated only by the searing blue light of the vampire's laptop. The reflection of the light against Jennie's pale face portrayed a startling mask of absolute fury. His eyes darted from left to right as he read the reviews on his Etsy shop. His adorable Tymon, sat in a computer chair next to him with his neck extended so that his face was close to the screen, almost as if he was reading the reviews too. But he wasn't. Despite Jennie's best efforts, goats just weren't good at reading. Something to do with their horizontal pupils no doubt. Jennie thought about changing the orientation of the webpage to better suit his darling's needs, but he'd forgotten how to do that. He would have Violeta do it later. Better yet, he would place Violeta in charge of Tymon's education. He needed to be able to bask in these glowing reviews for his clothing line. Jennie could read them to him, but the experience just wouldn't be the same.

"Look here, my sweet boy," he jabbed a finger against the screen creating ripples of blue-red color. "Gertrude Hodgson says that her baby, Abcde--what an awful name--has slept like a log ever since Gertrude swaddled her in your luxurious hair! Look, she likened the blanket to clouds! How endearing!"

"And Rupert Bunch says that he uses your socks for his alone time and that they don't stiffen as regular socks do. Well, I don't know what alone time refers to, but this is a compliment nonetheless!"

He skimmed through the next few. "Five out of five stars, four out of five, five, five again--ONE?!" Jennie released a strangled shriek when he scrolled to the newest review written by...Karen Johnson. Why did that name sound so familiar? Regardless, this sow claimed that Tymon's luxurious fur gave her son, Bryce, a rash and that Jennie should have put a warning to prevent that from happening. She also included that she had washed the blanket in a machine before giving it to her son.

With a horrible screech, Jennie grabbed the laptop and launched it against the wall. It shattered into a million little plastic pieces immediately. "Who puts an angora blanket in a washing machine?! What kind of monstrous creature! And how dare she give our shop a bad review?! Ohhh, I shall respond with scathing words! I will tell her what's what I--" He stared at the pile of broken laptop. "I NEED A NEW digital typewriter!" Striding towards the door, Jennie wrenched it open and yelled into the hallway for Violeta.

"Violeta I require another digital typewriter! Violeta? VIOLETAAAA!" Just as he opened his mouth to yell again, the jarring sound of a bell interrupted him. Jennie rolled his eyes and waited for the noise to stop, but it continued for some time.

"Aargh! Who is ringing that horrid instrument!" Despite asking, he knew exactly who was ringing the bell. Only Zeph could be so obnoxious.
He groaned and trudged downstairs, then speed-walked into the study. Zeph, Toni, and Judy were already there. Zeph was wearing one of his gaudy robes and Toni was....Completely naked.

"Clothe yourself, man!" He snapped, still annoyed by the one-star review. "Is it too much to ask for you to at least cover your privates? Here, I shall bestow upon you one of Tymon's finest." He quickly returned to his room then reappeared in the study with a black angora robe in his arms. Without waiting for Toni to say anything, he all but threw it at the man's groin.

"Now, why did you call a meeting Zephaniah? I will have you know that I am very busy dealing with Tymon's clients and--is that a letter from the council?" His eyes zeroed in on the letter in Zeph's hands.

What did the council want now?
 
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Rauvieshu Varrus Drohvdyn
Al'Voxis | Kirisnoti's First Husband


location | interactions | mentions



Rivulets of electricity thrummed over his umber brown skin, combing through his hair and undoing the little he’d done to tame it. He could feel his cornrows un-corning and fuzzing up his parts. He raised a hand to smooth the curls hanging on the left side of his face, but he knew his efforts were futile. He probably looked like a startled rooster standing between the majestic, beautiful king of all kings who was his husband, and the elegant snow prince co-husband, Aeris who always looked regal no matter what. Rauvie leaned back a little to check out Ezeran, his gentle bearlike co-husband. He was more than a little pleased to see that the man had seemingly forgotten to remove his apron, so Rauvie wasn’t going to be the only strange-looking husband. He stuck out a hand behind Kirisnoti and gave Ezeran a thumbs up, although he probably didn’t see it.

Everyone’s attention was focused on the gates that Kiri had ordered open. Rauvie was shocked to see the pitiful trickle of Neskorians approaching. Shit, had it been that bad? He’d thought there’d be at least thousands but this was...Sad. He didn’t know much about Neskoria or its people apart from the general whispers of slave trading and rigidity. He’d never even met a Neskorian before and he wasn’t sure how he felt about having to share his home with them.

Rauvie shifted his gaze from the refugees to his people. He spotted Gira who looked--well pissed wasn’t the right word. Infuriated? Filled with unending rage? He knew Gira’s thoughts about the refugees--he’d been in the war room when Kiri had announced that he’d be taking them in. In fact, Gira was the reason why his presence had been detected after the man slammed his fists down on the table and Rauvie squeaked in surprise, revealing his position. Rauvie ran his hands through his hair again nervously. He hoped Gira would be able to display some restraint and not try to start anything. But if he did, Rauvie could always flashbang him...And everyone in his immediate radius. Yeah, maybe Ez could hug him instead. That would be safer for everyone.

Despite his hotheadedness, Rauvie couldn’t imagine Gira disobeying Kiri’s orders. Rather, the first issue if any, might come from the refugees. They’d lived by a different set of rules for their entire lives and now they were going to have to learn to live as outlanders. Would they try to overtake them? Try to force their laws into their society? Rauvie held no doubt that if it came down to it, his people could easily overtake and decimate the Neskorians, but he hoped that wouldn’t happen.

He shifted his gaze back to the refugees and waited for them to filter into the courtyard.


 
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Name: Eindritch Rozel
Nickname(s): Ein
Titles: Sir
Age: 26
Gender: Man
Species: Human
Family: The Rozel Barony
Role: Refugee
Occupation: Knight



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Ein is a tall man standing at 6'1" with a lean, muscular build. He has lightly tanned skin and brown hair shaved on the sides and streaked with blonde strands at the top. His eyes are shockingly blue with an almost green tint to them. He has a full beard which he frequently trims to a more manageable state. He wears steel plate mail, a dark blue cape, a large longsword, and a shortsword on his belt. When he isn't wearing his armor, he wears a long blue tunic, tan trousers, and black boots.


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Ein exudes confidence and chivalry. He traverses life with the idea that he is the hero of this story and it's up to him to maintain justice. He's ever the gentleman around women, children, and the elderly, but he gets competitive around other men (and Riambelle.) He tried to make every physical activity a competition and will bet money on him winning. He used to get in heaps of trouble as a page and squire for betting too much on trivial things. He can be childish and dense at times especially with matters that don't involve using your body or with the opposite sex. Many a woman have slapped him or dumped water on his head when he said something insensitive or brushed off their advances. Women tend to make him uncomfortable not only because he doesn't know how to deal with them, but because he doesn't know if he wants to.

Courageous - Chivalrous - Protective - Self-Important - Humourous - Competitive - Innocent - Patient - Naive - Dense - Insensitive - Altruistic

Moral Alignment - Lawful Good - MBTI - ENFJ A


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Empowered Attack
Ein can charge his attacks to make them stronger and deal more damage. During combat, Ein can charge up his weapon with his spiritual energy to deliver a powerful attack. The weapon that he's wielding glows and emits a light that gradually gets brighter and brighter until he attacks.

Drawbacks:
Empowering his attacks takes a lot of energy. Ein has to eat more than the average knight if he hopes to use multiple empowered attacks in a day. Without proper nutrition and hydration, he won't be able to divert his spiritual energy to his weapon. On the other hand, after using an empowered attack, Ein will experience moderate fatigue. Executing multiple empowered attacks results in more dire side effects; His knees will buckle, his legs will feel like jelly, and he might pass out.

He can't stop empowering his weapon after he's started, so he'll need to discharge the energy in whatever way possible. Unfortunately, if his attack doesn't make contact with solid mass, the blow won't stop until it hits something. So for example, if Ein is fighting an opponent and they surrender but he already started empowering his sword, he'll need to stab the ground which will cause the terrain to rupture. If he slashes at empty air, the attack will fly through the air until it hits a tree, or a building, or a person.



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Melee Combat - Ein can fight with long swords, broad swords, short swords, poleaxes, battleaxes, and lances.
Ranged Combat - He knows how to use longbows, crossbows, and short bows.
Mounted Combat - Ein can fight will mounted on his steed, Rue.
Horseback Riding - Ein's been riding horses since he was a kid. His first steed was a gorgeous strawberry roan named Jessa, but she, unfortunately, broke her leg after stepping in a hole. His second--and current steed is a dark bay Friesian stallion named Rue, with whom Ein has a fantastic relationship.

Weaknesses:
Plate Armor - Due to his heavy armor, Ein isn't dexterous, agile, or stealthy. He suffers in the heat because of his armor as well.

Rue - Ein is incredibly attached to his horse and protective of the beast. He has been known to dismount his horse further away from danger due to being worried that Rue will be injured or killed.

Smarts - Intelligence isn't Ein's strong suit. He's a fighter! A warrior! He doesn't have time to discuss poetry and numbers! At the end of the day, the only things that do the talking are power and might! That being said, Ein isn't a complete moron, he just barely paid attention in school. He can read but honestly, he's borderline dyslexic. He often reads words as similar sounding words that he's more familiar with and sometimes he misuses words that sound alike.


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How is it that a mere Baroness was able to procure a position as the lady-in-waiting to the Queen of Gymos? And how did she maintain her reputation and social standing after having a child out of wedlock? And how is it that the Baroness' only son became the playmate to the royal children, most notably the heir to the throne?

Those are questions that Ein has always asked but has never received an answer to. As a child, he lived a surprisingly comfortable life. His mother was the lady-in-waiting to the Queen of Gymos, so he lived in the castle and played with the royal children. He forged connections where he could and even where he couldn't, he somehow found a way. Things always seemed to work out for Ein, as if he had a powerful sponsor watching out for him from the shadows.

In truth, his mother happened to be the King's lover and thusly, his secret sponsor, his guardian angel, was the King. But Ein didn't know that. He'd never even met the King. He'd met him in passing, but they never exchanged words. So the seemingly endless fortune that befell Ein on several occasions pushed him to believe that he was meant for greater things. He was like the main character of the stories that his mother told him when he was younger. He was the hero.

The manifestation of his gift only reinforced this conclusion. The ability to wield any weapon with the skill of a master? Clearly, he was meant to do great things in Neskoria! Ein trained day in and day out to become the best he could be, and he realized at a young age that he wanted to be a knight. He managed to achieve this feat in record time thanks to his mysterious sponsor. He squired for a seasoned and reputable knight known for his participation in several battles. When Ein became of age, he was knighted and free to do as pleased and go where he pleased whilst keeping the ideal and safety of Neskoria in mind.



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Rimabell Viotto - Half-Sister (Secret)/One of his Dearest Friends - Princess of Gymos - Pavellum Pendulum
His dueling partner and the only woman he can talk to without making a fool of himself. He's too dense to pick up on her bad attitude and vicious barbs, so he considers her one of his dearest friends. They used to play together as children and Ein routinely tried to force her to play the damsel in distress with him being the knight, and she always put him in his place. If it weren't for her, Ein would probably be a lot more arrogant and domineering.

Aleon Viotto - Half-Brother (Secret) / Childhood "Friend" - Prince of Gymos - MiharuAya
Unlike his relationship with Riambell, Ein has never been able to truly get along with Aleon. When they were younger, Aleon used to call him peasant and commoner all the time even though his mother was a Baroness. And when they played pretend Aleon refused to play Ein's squire and insisted on being the hero each time. Still, Aleon's relentless crusade to compete against everyone for just about anything, helped Ein hone his own competitiveness.

Alekosi Malevich - Friend - Royal Knight - BeetleDeetz
TBD

Mercy Xiaollus - Sworn Enemy - Dirty Rat Thief - Pavellum Pendulum
Ein has mixed feelings about Mercy. On one hand, she's a dirty little thief and it's his duty to stop thieves like her, but on the other hand, Mercy is his first true foe. Despite his best efforts, he has never been able to catch her and that has gotten her a smidgen of respect from him. Not that he would ever tell her. She also makes him contemplate things and he hates that, so that's not great. He still remembers how during their first encounter, Mercy introduced herself as Robin Hood--as if Ein was the villain and she was the hero!



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- He has full-blown conversations with his horse where he will speak in a different voice for him in response to himself. To his credit, Rue has learned to shake and nod his head, albeit randomly.

- His longsword's name is Rose and his shortsword's name is Elle. (He did not think of this, his mom suggested it. He has yet to make the connection.)
 
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Judas-not-Iscariot "Jennie"
Location: Leaving the Study
Mood: Resigned/Grumpy




Of course, Zephaniah disregarded all of his concerns and worries with dramatic exclamations with a wave of his dainty hand. As if everyone should jump for joy at the chance to attend a mere party. Jennie exhaled huffily through his nose and crossed his arms. The corner of his lip upturned in a snarl of disgust but he didn't say anything else. There was no use. Zephaniah was going to force him to attend the gathering whether he liked it or not. He had to admit he was slightly less concerned for Tymon's wellbeing since according to the Frenchman, Max would be in charge. So that worry was erased, but there was still the matter of running into...That horrid man. Jennie pondered for a brief moment if he should tell the others about Leonidas. Surely they would lend him their support and protection should the pirate approach him at the party, but he'd never spoken of his turning with the others. A fraction of him believed the others would side with Leonidas or even worse, empathize with him over Jennie and he didn't want that to happen. Best not to think of it at all, honestly. He would simply have to do his best to avoid Leonidas, should he show his ugly mug.

Jennie scoffed dismissively as Zephaniah started talking about what they would wear. Or rather what he would wear. Honestly, the French were too gaudy for their own good. No wonder they lost half the wars they fought. They placed too much emphasis on their military's fashion and prancing than on actual combat tactics.

"There's no need to make such a fuss, Zephaniah. I will wear what I always wear. A simple all-gray three-piece suit. We don't all have to dress like peacocks, you know?"

Even as he said this, he wasn't helpless to the other pulling him out of the room. Jennie grumbled the entire way about having suitable "party" wear in his closet. Ten pairs to be exact. All the same in every cut, color, and style, just the way he liked them to be. For some reason, his stark plainness seemed to offend the fancy Frenchman.

Jennie all but hissed when his captor asked Toni if he wanted to help him "dress."


"If you're going to do that, I will not be in attendance. You won't trick me into witnessing your malicious hedonism again."


Danny Moon
Location: Room -> Study
Mood: Tired

Even without enhanced hearing Danny heard how Jennie described him and honestly, he was hurt. He wasn't a simpleton! In fact, he was the exact opposite! He was a smarteton! Really fucking smart! So smart, that he knew exactly what he had to do to help prepare for the party. He, Daniel Moon, was going to find his master's a virgin. He could imagine the stupid look on Jennie's face when he brings in a super tasty, moderately hairy, scrumptious virgin for the vampires to bring to the ball. Aw yeah, Jennie was going to eat his words. He would never get to call Danny a simpleton ever again.

He couldn't do it alone though. As much as he hated to admit it, this would have to be a two-person job. He glanced from Max to Judy, to Judy to Max, then back to Judy. Yeah, Max didn't need any more cool points. He was already a fucking rockstar. If he got the virgin, he would only ascend to Wattpad godliness and Danny couldn't have that. It's not that he was jealous of the other guy, but...Agh! Whatever!

"Come on, Judy! I have something cool--"he paused and squinted at Max suspiciously. "I mean, something super fucking lame, to talk to you about." He gestured to the hallway outside. He smiled at Max and gave him a gentle pat on the back. "Good luck with Tymon, dude! Remember, a tin can a day keeps the goat plague away!"

In the distance, he heard Jennie scream about not feeding Tymon anything but premium organic GMO-free grass.
 
Rauvieshu

- Mentions that he sent a servant to fetch a healer for Aimer.
- Heads to the war room. Maybe dares a guard to stop him.
- On his way, he overhears the news about the murdered guard and the beast
- Reaction to Gira being Gira
- The cloak made him look like a hot phoenix so fuck you

Mirinu
- Dreaming about Asji
- Dreaming about her future child or maybe his powers
 
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Al'Voxis | Kirisnoti's First Husband | #338c30
Location: Palace Halls ->Kitchen->Halls
Interactions/Mentions: Aleon



Rauvie quit about halfway through the trek to the healer's quarters. He decided to delegate that duty to a servant. He made sure to stress that the last thing Drohael Kae needed was a rotting Neskorian body, so he was sure the servant went to fetch the healer as soon as possible. As his mind turned to other matters, the collapsed Neskorian slipped from his mind. Honestly, the man just needed some sleep. Rauvie had slept off tons of head injuries and he was fine! Those Neskorians needed to stop coddling themselves as if they were infants.

As he walked briskly through the hallways, his stomach growled, the sound echoing off the cavern walls. He hadn't eaten since this morning before they'd received the Gydiots. He hoped Ez had prepared something tasty or better yet, he hoped Ez was around to give him a snack. Somehow his fellow husband was able to make anything taste good. He'd once made a soup out of leftovers taste like a rich stew! Once Rauvie brought back a huge fish that happened to swallow a frog, and Ez had made both animals taste like food for the gods! Rauvie was sure that even if he brought Ez a rock, the culinary genius would turn it into something hearty and edible. He'd settle for stew today though. A hearty stew with chunks of carrots and potatoes--!

His voracious thoughts screeched to a halt as he caught the tail end of a group of servants' conversation around the corner. Using his well-honed Al'Voxis skills, he melded into the shadows and inched partway around the corner to hear them better.

"...her partners are devastated."

"...murdered...a monster..."

"...in...war room."

What?! Who'd been murdered? And by who or what? And how the hell had he not heard about the meeting?! His lip curled into a snarl and he spun on his heel to redirect his course. Kiri always did this! Calling for his generals to come to the war room, but never his husbands! He was a warrior, too, gods damn it! He knew why Kiri hadn't made the meeting more public. He wanted to keep his personal life and his duties separate, and that was complete and utter bullshit. This was his home, too! He had a right to know what the fuck was going on!

Crackles of energy rippled over his taut muscles, creating a shimmering net of sparks. He would have to go about this carefully. If he tried to get into the meeting right at the start, Kiri would have him escorted out. But if he snuck in in the middle, Kiri would be too busy to notice him or redirect his energy from his duties to keep him away.

He stopped by the kitchen on his way to the war room, but he didn't bother to grab one of the bowls of piping hot stew that he saw Ezeran and Alaarae ladling out. Instead, he snagged three potatoes from a burlap sack by the entrance and jogged away. He used his lightning to lightly roast each potato, putting one in his mouth and holding the other two in his hands.

Instead of taking the hall most used to travel to the war room, he headed down one of the many winding halls to avoid the guards. They were all aware of Kiri's aversion to having his husbands hear war talk and it would be a pity for Rauvie to have to beat their asses when they tried to enforce his husband's stupid rule.

"Gah! It would be so much easier if--" he started to say, then remembered that there was a potato in his mouth. The root vegetable tumbled from his jaws, and he raised a leg to kick it back up, but he was a bit too angry and punted it down the hall. The potato fell with a solid SPLAT, spilling its white innards on the stone floor. Just as Rauvie reached to scoop it up, he heard a panicked "hello?" echo from down the hall. It was a little dark in this less populated hallway, so he used a spark of lightning to reveal the other person. His eyebrows rose in surprise as the light illuminated the yellow-headed Gydiot prince. Not the pointy blessed one, but the other one...Alien. Allan? Aloysius! Yes, Albert sounded like a Neskorian name.

He slapped an almost manic grin on his face and sauntered over to the prince. "Ah, Aloysius! You look lost."
 
Danny Moon
Location: Mansion Hallway
Mood: Excited

As soon as Judy joined him in the hallway, Danny launched into his plan. He and Judy were going to permanently place themselves on the "very soon to be turned" list with this sick plan. Sick as in cool though, not morally depraved. Although you could argue that luring a man to his death was morally depraved in it itself, but--Aagh whatever!

"There's a guy in my...motorcycle driving course," he started. There was no way in hell that he was gonna tell Judy he was actually taking theater classes to hone his bad-boy aura. Judy was sweet and trustworthy, but Danny knew the other guy thought he was cool as hell and he didn't want to ruin his perception of him.

"I'm almost 100% sure that he's a virgin and I'm completely sure he's a douchebag. I overheard him bragging to his friends that he's had sex 19 times which is obviously a lie. I mean, if you've had sex before, why would you say a specific number, right?"

"But what makes him worthy of being lured to a party of vampires and used like a Capri sun is,"
he made jazz hands for emphasis. "Anytime any of the ladies in the class get on stage--I mean, uh get on the bikes--he moans. What a dick, right? He's gonna be at the theater today--because uh the motorcycle instructor uses the theater for his office--So we can definitely bag him!"


Judas-not-Iscariot "Jennie"
Location: Zeph's room
Mood: Scandalized




Jennie almost breathed out a sigh of release when Bianka spoke up on his behalf. Almost. Why was everyone so obsessed with color? Half the vampires they were going to see tomorrow was going to be wearing black! Why did they have to bringeth the rainbow factory? Jennie was content with his closet of varying shades of gray and one navy blazer! He cast a disgusted look at the tailcoat Zeph offered him.

"It's too gaudy. Look at how decorated the cuffs are! It's unsightly," he huffed.
"Furthermore, I shall not be undressing in the presence of the fairer sex!"

Bianka was lovely but she was still a woman and Jennie's stomach roiled at the thought of revealing his form to her. It just wasn't right.
 
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