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Reserving, if I may. Will complete by tonight soon, though!

Name
Margaret Douglas

Nickname
Maggie

Gender
Female

Role
Therianthrope - regular

Age
26

Appearance
At 5'7", Maggie has long enough legs to make her slightly above average in terms of a female's height. Her build is close to lean and supple with muscles.


Beast Appearance


History
Her life was simply average, being the youngest in a fairly poor, but not particularly suffering family, a girl who lived in the vivid fantasies she created as she drifted absently through her life. Maggie liked most things that came into her life, but it was a simple pleasure, and she never experienced emotions that ranged into stronger, deeper fields - as if her emotions had a substantially lower cap than normal, keeping her in a perpetual state of mellow. This was, perhaps, the reason it took so long for her other side to emerge: her second soul slumbered and, if it stirred, she was not aware.

When puberty struck a little late for the girl at the age of an old 15, things changed, particularly the subtle rise and fall of her emotions. She began to experience startling sweeps of emotion that shook her sense of self, but this too would have passed with time, if not for the catalyst. When her life twisted around a brutal moment, her other half awoke - and awoke fiercely. Since that day, Maggie had suffered from what her father called 'spells'. Small gaps in her memory that were only occasionally recognized, often following a moment of feeling strong emotions.

Around the time she was 21, Maggie became involved in an altercation with her friend's abusive boyfriend, only to wake up in the hospital. Her friend reported that Maggie had been struck hard across the cheekbone, only to gain her feet once more with an expression that didn't fit well on her face - an expression that scared her friend. She lunged at the man, at which point they became involved in a violent fight that led to Maggie nearly pulverizing the man's face with the worn toe of her work boots before collapsing herself. A male nurse, treating Maggie, soon came to recognize her as a creature like him, and from there on out a title was given to Maggie's dangerous half.

Personality
Maggie is easy to get along with on a superficial level, but a barrier is in place that prevents anyone from getting too close - Maggie has always struggled to build relationships and doesn't mind being relatively solitary. Due to the lack of depth, she can be considered a social butterfly of sorts. With a stubborn streak a mile wide, Maggie sometimes loses hold on being reasonable in an effort to dig her heels in, but she's bright enough when it comes down to it.

Beast Personality
In many ways, this personality, who Maggie dubbed 'Mona', is the protector. When situations become beyond Maggie's coping capabilities, Mona steps up to handle the situation. Unfortunately, her techniques are rarely gentle in nature. Mona is suspicious and critical, with few morals to get in the way. Her ultimate goal is self preservation, and she has little concern with happens in order to maintain that goal. For the most part, her actions are kept from Maggie, and the two maintain something of a don't ask, don't tell motto.

Skills
-Maggie is immensely intuitive, though she has never discovered the exact method that allows her instincts to awake and start ordering her around - a certain scent, body language, or a simple feeling about upcoming events, all have caused her to change her direction numerous times. Her willingness to accept these primal notions has likely saved her life time and again, and to Maggie it's a skill, though it's a very selfish one in that it helps her to escape and survive and rarely benefits others.

-A pretty nice green thumb.

-Comfortable with a host of machinery relative to farm life, but also pretty smooth with a scythe.

-Her very ordinariness, coupled with Maggie's easy-going friendliness, means Maggie is easily accepted and rarely distrusted, though there's often little reason to distrust her. Due to this, Maggie is often in on a host of secrets, told both intentionally or spoken without being concerned of her nearby presence.



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So I went ahead and posted everybody's CS in the Characters section. Regarding Muse's last bell, I think it balances out since it effects the user as well. That being the case, I don't think it's intended use is as an insta-kill, otherwise she would be insta-killing herself.


Ah, I did forget that might cause alarm. Yeah, I wouldn't use it while in the company of PCs unless it was discussed and accepted. It'd only come into use if it solely affected my character and NPCs, but even then it wouldn't be for quite some time. Plus, my character isn't suicidal by any means.

With that said, all of the bells can harm the wielder. So she couldn't be running around using them. It'd require focus and being still to some degree, so there are plenty of limitations that I seemingly failed to address. Even if there wasn't, I wouldn't do anything to another character that hadn't been agreed upon.
@VitaVitaAR

It's really not that easy, otherwise there wouldn't be multiple books based on the difficulties of laying the dead to rest. Some are impervious, requires concentration, etc. If the vampire is new and overall weak, it'd be easy, but she also isn't written to just go around targeting any and all undead - it's about challenge, so not everyone would be a challenge. Also, as with any RP, I wouldn't really be able to just go around knocking out PCs anyway...

It's really about -how- a character is played, anyway. I've seen god-like characters played well, and I've seen mundane humans used in some horrific cases of godmodding.
I think this is what I will go with.

Seems like a good time to play with one of my Seelie/Unseelie characters.
so is there any general consensus on how the characters end up in this village? Weakened walls between reality, doorways, whatever? Or just make up what we want, within reason?
I'm definitely interested.

-Wanders to OOC-
Edited my post to include town stuff, but it doesn't change your post @Guess Who. Just wanted to make sure it's seen.
If anyone wants me to adjust how I NPC a character so you can have more play time, feel free to say so. Keep in mind that I do still want to kill off other characters, though, so that still has to happen. 'Cause I'm not controlling a bajillion people long-term. =P
Dracul, Valerie


The red-haired hunter crouched, form hidden by one of the many ancient trees that ringed their sacred place, gleaming eyes targeting the young woman who was also the pack’s Lupa and, apparently, their priestess. Although Dracul knew there was a special term for such a position, her knowledge didn’t extend that far, due to the private nature of such werewolf packs. Hatred contorted her features into something bestial as she watched two male werewolves carry her previous two victims into the clearing, followed by a young female and another man - one she hadn’t seen before. Narrowing her eyes, Dracul slid a long blade free from its sheath, breathing accelerating with excitement.

Valerie entered the Lupanar ahead of the others, turning to gesture to James and the other werewolf that carried Ted and Susanna. Her hand swept from the two men, ending its arc when she was finally pointing at a long slab of rock that lay nearly flat in the middle of the Lupanar, raised up enough to avoid being buried in the snow. Near it towered a tree that was ancient, rising upward to stand taller than any other within several miles, and the only tree in the clearing. One side of the clearing was a tumble of large boulders that led upward to a throne fashioned of stone, roughly hewn but worn smooth by the passage of many Ulfrics.

“Place them there, please,” she directed, slightly unfocused eyes catching stray streams of sunlight that filtered through the trees.

"So, uh, what exactly are you four doing?"

“Completing the circle, Blanc,” the Lupa responded, recalling the man’s name from Sasha’s passing introduction that had been little more than spat out words before she bolted. “It is our way of letting them pass on to the next life.” A briefly suspicious look crossed her face as she considered the strange man, wondering if it wasn't dangerous to allow him such a glimpse into their life. Valerie dismissed the concern, chalking up the situation to a tangle of fated pathways.

She would wait until the bodies were set upon the altar before sitting down in the snow, digging her feet downward until she met frozen earth. The contact between feet and ground initiated a whisper of energy that worked up her frame, inciting a riot of murmuring voices that only she could hear, but the others would likely feel - the energy of their fallen comrades, of their ancestors and previous pack members. She closed her eyes, reaching outward with her own sixth sense to feel the rushing, trembling energy that bridged the current pack members from those who had passed, the barrier that she had been selected to bring down upon occasion.

A sudden wind blew through the trees, offering a surprising warmth as it gusted into the Lupanar, whisking the Lupa’s hair across her face. The energy imbued in the sacred grounds rose, bringing warmth up from the bones hidden beneath the snow, from the soil that lay beneath the strewn bones. Burials did not exist for the Lukoi, as they instead devoured their fallen pack members so as to take into themselves the energy, rather than lose it. The ceremonial feast was a tradition that allowed for the Munin, or spirits of the werewolves, to rise around Valerie now. She saw them as she could see nothing else, flickering figures that danced around the clearing and wove amongst the other oblivious werewolves, leaving only a trace of simmering heat in their wake. She was absorbed into their world for the moment, stirring the energy higher and no longer the master of it, but merely the door through which it blew.

Dracul watched the Lupa and her gut tightened, telling her the moment had arrived. Slinking forward, she flung a second blade she had removed, but this one was small and slim, designed to be thrown and to be fairly inconspicuous. The blade made a blurring path directly for Xavier, only to plant itself deep in his chest. Startled, the young man looked up with wide eyes, hands drifting upward almost lazily. He scratched at his chest, emitting a surprised ‘oof’ as the silver inflamed the organ that struggled to beat around the intrusion. His legs collapsed beneath him and his arms failed to hold up his falling weight, resulting in the man striking the edge of the stone altar. His own body striking the stone caused the blade to be thrust deeper, but the damage was already quite sufficient. Xavier slid to the ground in an ungraceful, loose-limbed tumble, eyes dulling as he lost his grasp on life.

Dracul was already moving, two more blades flinging free of her hands towards North and James, but she didn’t wait to see if they found home in anything vital, instead darting forward towards the distracted Lupa. The long, curved blade of her machete was raised, positioned for a long downward arc designed to decapitate. Shoving past the pale man who seemed so confused and rather out of place, she leapt the final few feet that separated her from the Lupa and swept the blade along its course, glittering eyes focused on the slender curve of the girl’s throat.

@WordstoLive100@SevenStormStyle@TheHangedMan

Adam


Dressed and modestly armed, Adam hurried down the steps from his apartment, arm extending to knock on several doors as he passed. He reached the ground floor of the building, exiting the front alone while his followers slipped out the rear door and headed towards the other Ulfric they’d come to know quite well due to a long season of incoming intel. Adam paused to eye the newcomer moving into the same complex, a warm and inviting smile flashing teeth that shone white against his darker skin tone.

“Good day,” he greeted easily, voice yielding a hearty cheer. “Always nice to have a new neighbor.” He didn’t bother to offer a hand for shaking, seeing as the man was currently occupied holding a box. The intensity of Adam’s focus was singular at the moment, allowing the man his undivided attention. In many cases, being the object of such importance was enough to soften people towards Adam, though he had come across some exceptions. It had taken time, but Adam had found that it was easy to win others over, because ultimately he was not some malignant devil trying to slaughter innocents - he was simply trying to protect werewolves worldwide by removing those who presented a risk. It was this, perhaps, that allowed him to charm others: he meant well, and his friendliness was genuine.

As their Ulfric paused to make a new acquaintance, nine figures moved into the town’s center, of varying size and appearance, but beneath the surface all were of the same mold: fighters. They quickly spread out, a small woman and taller man linking arms and striding towards William, while two more women chattered as they moved towards the bonding figures of Acacia and Ryan. Two men drifted towards the bookstore, though they would only settle their weight against the exterior, with the remaining three kept tabs on Sam, Markus, and Emil. They were to wait until Adam gave the signal unless otherwise provoked. All seemed of fairly ordinary appearance, voices rising and falling in easy conversation as they blended into the fairly easy crawl of the early day’s activities.

@Spybuster@AcaciaMalikov@Guess Who@Urukhai
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