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Still space in this? I'm not usually a Casual guy, but I've a soft spot for oWoD.
There is one spot left. It's yours as soon as you get a Character in and and accepted.
Mokyute Evolved Razielim
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How's my first post? Hope it's up to snuff! (This is my first RP on RPG. >w>)
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@Mokyute I liked, a lot. I wasn't sure how I was going to portray the Prince and you did it perfectly. Glad to have you.
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I will be posting in the IC in a day. Please get all your actions you want to do in game done before then. Thank you.
Note: Much of this is assuming the city we're in is predominantly Camarilla. I'm also not expecting things to work out as Tony intends--I'd be perfectly happy with him serving as muscle in some official or unofficial capacity where he'd do quite well for whatever reason. Lemme know how you'd like to fit him in.
Name: Anthony 'Tony' Harper
Gender: Boy
Age: 11
Clan: Brujah
Disciplines:
Potence 2
Celerity 1
Backstory:
Once upon a time, Tony Harper was watching comets.
Meteors, actually--there was a shower of them that night, and he'd wanted to see it. His mom had told him to stay put, that with his dad gone off to the war she wanted the man of the house home while to keep her safe, but it was just for a little while and he knew she'd be fine. In a little town in Oklahoma, there wasn't exactly much for her to worry about. Almost ready to head home from the baseball field down the block, he sat up and realized for the first time that he hadn't been alone. There'd been someone else watching the stars with him that night--or at least, watching him.
"Uh...hey."
He tried talking, to his credit, but the woman didn't say a thing. There were more of them too, he realized, four or five of them now that were walking towards him, but the woman never took her eyes off him. Someone laughed.
"You guys...y'know...like the stars?"
He was, he realized, scared.
"Yeah, we like the stars." One of them snorted, watching him with a look that said they couldn't believe how damn stupid he was. Another of them looked nervous or anxious or something, and he walked up to the woman who was eyeing him like a meal and grabbed her by the bicep.
"Come on, he's a fucking kid." Tony could hear him say, but the woman tugged her arm out of his grip and made her way over to Tony. She was tall, and pretty--kind of like his mom, only she had blonde hair. Ellen Harper had been a brunette. He was, he realized, really scared. And also in a lot of trouble, if the smile on her lips (and her very white teeth) were any indication.
"Naw." she drawled, her voice deeper than he'd expected. "He's an appetizer."
Tony Harper died that night. He would have stayed dead, too, if Jonathan Masters hadn't gotten squeamish about the whole thing. In a fit of guilt the Brujah drizzled a bit of blood into the lifeless kid's lips and adopted him into the messed up little family that was his pack. It was hard to take it all in at first, especially the part 'Oh by the way, you're dead' part and the 'p.s. You're also a bloodsucking monster' bit, but Melody--that was the woman's name, he learned, Melody Kincaid--didn't really give a shit. She also didn't like kids, didn't put up with whining, and was more than happy to beat him into shape. He was, he learned, part of the Sabbat. He was, he learned, going to deal with it. And he was, he learned, going to earn his keep. She made it clear she had no expectation that he would last long, and that the only one he had to blame if he couldn't hack it was himself.
Ironically, Tony lasted longer than she did.
In the coming years, Tony did in fact earn his keep. The Sabbat is no place for a kid to grow up but he wasn't a kid anymore, he was a soldier like dear old dad. More than that, he was a survivor--if that meant bucking up and learning to roll with the big kids, so be it. In the years to come, Tony would prove himself a member of the team in a dozen little turf wars, more than his fair share of sieges. They were soldiers so they fought, with Melody leading the charge. She wasn't much of a leader but they still had to follow, and he watched his fair share of packmates fall before he finally stepped up and managed to put her down himself.
A few years later a siege went south. The rest of his pack got taken down by some badass Cammie that went by Bell. He probably would have gone under too if the building hadn't come down on top of them. By the time he kicked his way out the heat was gone and the only thing left of his pack was ashes, and it occurred to him that maybe... that was alright. Maybe that meant the fight was over for him.
Tony Harper died again that night. Who walked out of that mess, well...that's the question, isn't it?
Personality:
Tony's an old fighting dog in a young pup's body.
The only role models Tony ever had were hard bastards. His father was one, a construction worker of the strong and silent variety. Melody was one, a bitch of a woman with a 'survival of the fittest' outlook and the chops to back it up. After more than half a century of fighting for the Sabbat he's no stranger to violence and doing what he has to, but at this point he's messed up enough people--living and not--to really prefer not to have to anymore. Having spent most of his life fighting someone else's war, he's ready to try and make an unlife for himself.
A believer in the old-school traditions of stoic masculinity, he's not much for talking. You could call him old-school and not be far from the truth, even if his exterior looks like it ought to be getting off a school bus. He doesn't take shit and walks the walk, an old hand at proving himself by now, and he has absolutely zero time for people treating him like the kid he never really got to be.
Personal Goals:
Tony mostly just wants to carve a little place for himself in the nightlands that doesn't involve him having to use his very specific set of skills. He has vague notions of getting himself a proper education.
View on humans: Having viewed humans as little more than collateral damage at best and walking blood-packs at worst, Tony is actually trying a little thing they call empathy these days. It's not natural for him, but he still remembers what it was like to have his life turned inside out by a psycho bloodsucking monster, and if he can get around doing that to someone else he will.
Still, there's only one way to make an omlette...
Extras: Tony has previously committed diablerie twice.
Name: Anthony 'Tony' Harper
Gender: Boy
Age: 11
Clan: Brujah
Disciplines:
Potence 2
Celerity 1
Backstory:
Once upon a time, Tony Harper was watching comets.
Meteors, actually--there was a shower of them that night, and he'd wanted to see it. His mom had told him to stay put, that with his dad gone off to the war she wanted the man of the house home while to keep her safe, but it was just for a little while and he knew she'd be fine. In a little town in Oklahoma, there wasn't exactly much for her to worry about. Almost ready to head home from the baseball field down the block, he sat up and realized for the first time that he hadn't been alone. There'd been someone else watching the stars with him that night--or at least, watching him.
"Uh...hey."
He tried talking, to his credit, but the woman didn't say a thing. There were more of them too, he realized, four or five of them now that were walking towards him, but the woman never took her eyes off him. Someone laughed.
"You guys...y'know...like the stars?"
He was, he realized, scared.
"Yeah, we like the stars." One of them snorted, watching him with a look that said they couldn't believe how damn stupid he was. Another of them looked nervous or anxious or something, and he walked up to the woman who was eyeing him like a meal and grabbed her by the bicep.
"Come on, he's a fucking kid." Tony could hear him say, but the woman tugged her arm out of his grip and made her way over to Tony. She was tall, and pretty--kind of like his mom, only she had blonde hair. Ellen Harper had been a brunette. He was, he realized, really scared. And also in a lot of trouble, if the smile on her lips (and her very white teeth) were any indication.
"Naw." she drawled, her voice deeper than he'd expected. "He's an appetizer."
Tony Harper died that night. He would have stayed dead, too, if Jonathan Masters hadn't gotten squeamish about the whole thing. In a fit of guilt the Brujah drizzled a bit of blood into the lifeless kid's lips and adopted him into the messed up little family that was his pack. It was hard to take it all in at first, especially the part 'Oh by the way, you're dead' part and the 'p.s. You're also a bloodsucking monster' bit, but Melody--that was the woman's name, he learned, Melody Kincaid--didn't really give a shit. She also didn't like kids, didn't put up with whining, and was more than happy to beat him into shape. He was, he learned, part of the Sabbat. He was, he learned, going to deal with it. And he was, he learned, going to earn his keep. She made it clear she had no expectation that he would last long, and that the only one he had to blame if he couldn't hack it was himself.
Ironically, Tony lasted longer than she did.
In the coming years, Tony did in fact earn his keep. The Sabbat is no place for a kid to grow up but he wasn't a kid anymore, he was a soldier like dear old dad. More than that, he was a survivor--if that meant bucking up and learning to roll with the big kids, so be it. In the years to come, Tony would prove himself a member of the team in a dozen little turf wars, more than his fair share of sieges. They were soldiers so they fought, with Melody leading the charge. She wasn't much of a leader but they still had to follow, and he watched his fair share of packmates fall before he finally stepped up and managed to put her down himself.
A few years later a siege went south. The rest of his pack got taken down by some badass Cammie that went by Bell. He probably would have gone under too if the building hadn't come down on top of them. By the time he kicked his way out the heat was gone and the only thing left of his pack was ashes, and it occurred to him that maybe... that was alright. Maybe that meant the fight was over for him.
Tony Harper died again that night. Who walked out of that mess, well...that's the question, isn't it?
Personality:
Tony's an old fighting dog in a young pup's body.
The only role models Tony ever had were hard bastards. His father was one, a construction worker of the strong and silent variety. Melody was one, a bitch of a woman with a 'survival of the fittest' outlook and the chops to back it up. After more than half a century of fighting for the Sabbat he's no stranger to violence and doing what he has to, but at this point he's messed up enough people--living and not--to really prefer not to have to anymore. Having spent most of his life fighting someone else's war, he's ready to try and make an unlife for himself.
A believer in the old-school traditions of stoic masculinity, he's not much for talking. You could call him old-school and not be far from the truth, even if his exterior looks like it ought to be getting off a school bus. He doesn't take shit and walks the walk, an old hand at proving himself by now, and he has absolutely zero time for people treating him like the kid he never really got to be.
Personal Goals:
Tony mostly just wants to carve a little place for himself in the nightlands that doesn't involve him having to use his very specific set of skills. He has vague notions of getting himself a proper education.
View on humans: Having viewed humans as little more than collateral damage at best and walking blood-packs at worst, Tony is actually trying a little thing they call empathy these days. It's not natural for him, but he still remembers what it was like to have his life turned inside out by a psycho bloodsucking monster, and if he can get around doing that to someone else he will.
Still, there's only one way to make an omlette...
Extras: Tony has previously committed diablerie twice.
Nessa Lycoris
19
Brujah
Celerity(1), Potence(2)
“My life? You . . . you really want to know? Oh, ah . . .” She pulls her gun from the small of her back and balances it on her knee. “Ok, now I feel safe. Now I can talk: It wasn't easy, you know. Dad had the nasty habit of drinking too much and using Mom as a punching bag. I didn't realize what was going on until I was five. That was when they sent me to the neighbours to learn writing and reading so I'd could find work someday. The nice lady asked me if Mom was alright. That's what got everything started.”
She looks down at her gun, tilting her head to one side. “It wasn't that uncommon. What happened at home wasn't uncommon where we lived. As I grew older I grew furious and frustrated. I couldn't protect her – but someone would have to, right? One night I came home from work – I used to deliver newspapers amongst other things – and he was at it again. So I got in-between them, punched the bastard. Mom was screaming, trying to pull me back . . . and Dad just didn't care who he hurt. That was the moment my Mom changed. She started to get all secretive about some things. Clothes would disappear and money.” She smiles and looks up. “In the night she took me away, to a safe house. I have no idea how she managed to find it or establish contact, but she took me there. For the first time we always had a warm meal, a quiet evening , I had a great education and Krav Maga lessons for self defence. I rocked at that, I'll tell ya! We stayed there a few years until I grew too old to stay. When we moved back into that unforgiving area I was 16 and had seen how people should be treated. The violence tore me apart.”
The gun is raised, pointed at the floor and held in both hands. “Whenever I saw children or women get hurt I'd interfere. I couldn't stand it! And I knew how to defend myself! They didn't. Yeah, sure, one or two bastards died in the process. But who cares? It was necessary! At least their children can sort of grow up in peace. Yes, there's the gangs and drugs and all that lot – but if you ask me there doesn't have to be! What's wrong with dreaming of a better world and actively fighting to reach it?” She smiles, replacing her gun at the small of her back and rises. “But that's enough of me. I need to be some place.” With a wink she disappears through the door.
**********
Had she known it would end like this . . . Yeah, ok, she would have gone anyway! Lying in the pool of her own blood she looked about. The man lay a few feet away, not moving, not breathing, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. It was dark in the tiny apartment. The bastard had had a gun! With a moan she dragged herself to a wall. She was not going to die like that rat! She was going to die upright, at least sitting! It was hard and took some time. Even as the cold crept through her body she managed to sit up against the wall, the world slowly fading into a blur.
Flash lights at the door. Then it was burst open. Police? Yeah, seemed like it. A man knelt before her, feeling her pulse. “She's dead!” Nessa was to tired to protest. It was as she felt something pierce her neck that she managed to moan. Then something warm was offered to her to drink. She just had to swallow . . . but what was it? The taste was . . . intoxicating. They took her with them. So they weren't the police. The man carrying her seemed so compassionate! Nessa could have fallen in love right that moment. But she was dying.
It was the night of her embrace.
**********
Nessa is a friendly person why has her ideals and fights vigorously
to achieve them – no matter the cost. The greater good is what she's aiming for. A world of peace for children to grow up without having to fear their fathers. She's a fighter and very compassionate when it comes to children and woman. Nesse will do anything for her cause and recruits people who believe in it.
She has an open mind and is honest, to the decree that it might be too honest in the wrong moments. She also has a short temper when it comes to her ideals. Have a different opinion, but don't make it so clear to her that you don't accept hers. She can be vicious!
Personal Goals
Protect those who need protection, regardless if they are human, animal or belong to the cursed.
View on humans
“What I think about humans? Oh, that's simple! You were one too, weren't you? Why should we treat them as lesser race? You dare harm one and I'll be sure finish you in the blink of an eye. You feel me?”
19
Brujah
Celerity(1), Potence(2)
“My life? You . . . you really want to know? Oh, ah . . .” She pulls her gun from the small of her back and balances it on her knee. “Ok, now I feel safe. Now I can talk: It wasn't easy, you know. Dad had the nasty habit of drinking too much and using Mom as a punching bag. I didn't realize what was going on until I was five. That was when they sent me to the neighbours to learn writing and reading so I'd could find work someday. The nice lady asked me if Mom was alright. That's what got everything started.”
She looks down at her gun, tilting her head to one side. “It wasn't that uncommon. What happened at home wasn't uncommon where we lived. As I grew older I grew furious and frustrated. I couldn't protect her – but someone would have to, right? One night I came home from work – I used to deliver newspapers amongst other things – and he was at it again. So I got in-between them, punched the bastard. Mom was screaming, trying to pull me back . . . and Dad just didn't care who he hurt. That was the moment my Mom changed. She started to get all secretive about some things. Clothes would disappear and money.” She smiles and looks up. “In the night she took me away, to a safe house. I have no idea how she managed to find it or establish contact, but she took me there. For the first time we always had a warm meal, a quiet evening , I had a great education and Krav Maga lessons for self defence. I rocked at that, I'll tell ya! We stayed there a few years until I grew too old to stay. When we moved back into that unforgiving area I was 16 and had seen how people should be treated. The violence tore me apart.”
The gun is raised, pointed at the floor and held in both hands. “Whenever I saw children or women get hurt I'd interfere. I couldn't stand it! And I knew how to defend myself! They didn't. Yeah, sure, one or two bastards died in the process. But who cares? It was necessary! At least their children can sort of grow up in peace. Yes, there's the gangs and drugs and all that lot – but if you ask me there doesn't have to be! What's wrong with dreaming of a better world and actively fighting to reach it?” She smiles, replacing her gun at the small of her back and rises. “But that's enough of me. I need to be some place.” With a wink she disappears through the door.
**********
Had she known it would end like this . . . Yeah, ok, she would have gone anyway! Lying in the pool of her own blood she looked about. The man lay a few feet away, not moving, not breathing, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. It was dark in the tiny apartment. The bastard had had a gun! With a moan she dragged herself to a wall. She was not going to die like that rat! She was going to die upright, at least sitting! It was hard and took some time. Even as the cold crept through her body she managed to sit up against the wall, the world slowly fading into a blur.
Flash lights at the door. Then it was burst open. Police? Yeah, seemed like it. A man knelt before her, feeling her pulse. “She's dead!” Nessa was to tired to protest. It was as she felt something pierce her neck that she managed to moan. Then something warm was offered to her to drink. She just had to swallow . . . but what was it? The taste was . . . intoxicating. They took her with them. So they weren't the police. The man carrying her seemed so compassionate! Nessa could have fallen in love right that moment. But she was dying.
It was the night of her embrace.
**********
Nessa is a friendly person why has her ideals and fights vigorously
to achieve them – no matter the cost. The greater good is what she's aiming for. A world of peace for children to grow up without having to fear their fathers. She's a fighter and very compassionate when it comes to children and woman. Nesse will do anything for her cause and recruits people who believe in it.
She has an open mind and is honest, to the decree that it might be too honest in the wrong moments. She also has a short temper when it comes to her ideals. Have a different opinion, but don't make it so clear to her that you don't accept hers. She can be vicious!
Personal Goals
Protect those who need protection, regardless if they are human, animal or belong to the cursed.
View on humans
“What I think about humans? Oh, that's simple! You were one too, weren't you? Why should we treat them as lesser race? You dare harm one and I'll be sure finish you in the blink of an eye. You feel me?”
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@Xhala@Howler I really like both of your characters. I'm going to create a 6th slot so both of your characters can join.
Also, I just want to clear something up. Are you apart of the sabbit Howler? Also, the city doesn't really have role. It's pretty much independent. The sabbit and the camarilla are fighting for the city.
Also, I just want to clear something up. Are you apart of the sabbit Howler? Also, the city doesn't really have role. It's pretty much independent. The sabbit and the camarilla are fighting for the city.
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Treepuncher121 Lover of the color pink
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Thank you! ^^
Also, I just want to clear something up. Are you apart of the sabbit Howler? Also, the city doesn't really have role. It's pretty much independent. The sabbit and the camarilla are fighting for the city.
Tony was part of the Sabbat, but he's sort of hoping they assume he's dead at the moment. He's personally more of an independent, and would like to remain so if he can get away with it, but he'll pay lip service to whoever he has to.
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Treepuncher121 Lover of the color pink
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@Howler Okay. Thanks for clearing it up. I don't have to change your starting point haha
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Treepuncher121 Lover of the color pink
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@Howler When ever you get the chance please move your character into the CS tab. Thank you.
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Treepuncher121 Lover of the color pink
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To everybody that hasn't responded to their starting point I will be filling in what your character did. To keep the story going I will be posting soon. You have about 30 minutes. Thank you..
TheDookieNut UniqueChance
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@Mokyute
I'll be responding this evening in case you were wanting to post to others after that. Just letting you know
I'll be responding this evening in case you were wanting to post to others after that. Just letting you know
Saarebas Wandering Wild Magic Fanatic
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Just to check, do we post what our characters are whenever we can or do we have to wait until Margarit calls upon them?
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Treepuncher121 Lover of the color pink
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Just to check, do we post what our characters are whenever we can or do we have to wait until Margarit calls upon them?
If you don't want to but into the conversation than I'd just wait. It's very much so up to you though.
P.S. I'll be posting my NPC later. Guess who it'll be ^-^
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Treepuncher121 Lover of the color pink
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@TheDookieNut @Mokyute those posts were beautiful. Keep it up!
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Mokyute Evolved Razielim
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If you guys just want to post up, that's totally fine with me! No need to go in order or anything. I edited my last post to give you guys a little freedom of posting, because I didn't want to tie everyone up.
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