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Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Past Dusk
Location: Street outside of The Pit
Interaction: @Ithradine

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Marceau had just come out of the luxury shopping area in town. He had enjoyed his nightly feast on some male human and turned him after searching through his memories only to find he had a very interesting family tradition and many useful assets, and now was taking a stroll to get a feel of Ember Grove. He had paused seeing a vampire about to feed on a young woman in an alleyway. It was always good to see a young vampire succeeding in finding a meal. He watched with interest from his place in the shadows as the young girl pulled her blades out against the vampire. It seemed they had a hunting problem in Ember Grove.

The more he watched, the more he realized the girl was faster than a normal human. Something was different about her. He wondered how a human could possibly be as fast as a vampire. That was something he had not seen in all his years. Was she even a human? Surely, a vampire would have recognized a fellow vampire and not needed weapons. A witch would have resorted to spell-casting. Ember Grove would be an interesting town for him to stay in for a while after all. The girl was likely to be a hunter, which he had dealt with many of those even wiping out entire squads and organizations overseas. Marceau had yet to find a hunter with a mysterious ability such as this one.

He noticed a young vampire girl in the street also intrigued by what was unfolding before them. The vampire came charging out of the alleyway, bumping into the girl. Marceau had decided to go and move her out of harm’s way; her clothing did not camouflage her identity at all and it was unknown what the hunter girl was capable of. Marceau did not want to dispose of the hunter until he found out more details about where she was from and why she was so gifted. Besides, if the girl was turned, it was possible she’d be even faster as a vampire and be an asset to them.

Marceau moved to Helene’s side and took her hand to upright her on her feet. “Hello child, you should not stand in the open as you are, please let me lead you out of harm’s way.” He said in a calm, comforting tone, whilst looking down at her with bared fangs to let her know he, too, was a vampire. Gently, he led her to the side-walk and into a more concealed area if she was willing and consented to such. ” I am Marceau, you may have heard of me as the bringer of vampires, the first of our species. I came here to seek the leaders of the clans here to check up on matters and clean up some issues with hunters in the area. May I ask your name child and your clan you are from?”

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Dusk
Location: Edge of the forest
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel @Potter - Luna @Helo - Liam

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"Well, I am glad you had a good day. Who knows maybe I can become that help." Cyrus replied, laughing a bit while scratching his head. "I could use a place for my clothes, yeah." he said, before a noise of distress rung through his ears. He turned his head towards Sorrel, "Yes, lets go help them." he said getting excited at the thought of something interesting happen. Maybe someone needed help and there would be a fight! He was brought out of his thoughts as he was distracted by Sorrel undressed in front of him "Wow, nice breasts you got there!" he exclaimed and chuckled before undressing himself and shifting into his wolf form. He let out a howl that other werewolves would recognize as a war cry.

It wasn't long of a run through the woods to find the scent and source of smell; it happened to be two other werewolves which one appeared to be injured. He listened to Sorrel, before speaking. "We only want to help, yes, but Sorrel is right, we may need to ambush the vampires. I can climb the tree above the injured wolf and wait." He told them, preparing himself for a fight. He seemed excited. "Sorrel, you can flank and if they go for the injured one, I will be there to jump down and rip out some throats." He growled and smiled as much as a werewolf could before climbing up the tree above where Luna and Liam were.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Dusk
Location: Cyrus's apartment --> Trailhead in woods
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel

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Hey leaving the bakery now. Meet you at the trailhead :smile

Mr. Kitty was very grateful for the premium cat-food Cyrus was able to provide him with. Cyrus was watching him eagerly eat it from his spot on the couch. He had been teaching his cat tricks today, or at least trying to. He had been looking up jobs. He was seriously considering asking Sorrel if she needed help at the bakery since they'd get to hang out more. Sorrel and him had gotten to be close friends after she ran his father out. She was always bringing him food and checking on her. He wanted to start holding up his end and doing some things for her. Nice people were hard to come by werewolf or not and she deserved kindness more than anyone.

Cyrus was not nice to just any person. He was not much of a people person at all. There was no reason to trust people since they were usually shit. He had just been in a fight last week after someone said something rude about Sorrel and he had gone and punched the guy, easily breaking his nose. Cyrus was always getting agitated.

He had been lounging on the couch in jeans and a t-shirt, hair tousled as his ring-tone went off. His eyes left the sight of his cat eating and he picked up his phone and read Sorrel's text. Her wish was his command! He hopped to his feet and patted Mr.Kitty's fluffy head. He made his way down the stairs and to his car. Soon, he was parking in the parking lot and jogging over to Sorrel.

Cyrus nodded to her with a smile, "Hey. How was your day?" He asked. "Are you ready?"

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Roshmi Baelde's
Interactions:@princess@MissCapnCrunch@Tae@Dezuel

Kyran smiled wide when Elsea lit Elthrael's lap on fire, practically about to applaud with glee. He watched him take his leave with amusement, carrying on too seriously as older folk did. He met Elsea's gaze to grin at her. Kyran couldn't have asked for a better moment. He really owed Elsea one. When Risa sat back down, she did not seem as happy. His smile fell and he took her hand fast and worriedly as he noticed she was tearing up, "Risa!? What's wrong? Why are you upset?" He rubbed her back and wondered to himself why Elthrael leaving would make her upset. The two had been alone this morning for who knows how long. Kyran felt anger rise inside him at the thought of that moth hurting Risa like this. "What happened with you two this morning exactly?"

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

The Damaged Wolf

__________________________________________________________ Name: Cyrus Kaiser __________________________________________________________ Gender: Male __________________________________________________________ Age: 25 __________________________________________________________ Date of Birth: August 21 __________________________________________________________ Where are you from?: Ember Grove __________________________________________________________ Pack: Interested in joining one with Sorrel __________________________________________________________ Pureblood: Yes __________________________________________________________ Theme Song: Fire From The Gods - American Sun __________________________________________________________ 》I n t e r e s t s Likes: ✡ Weed ✡ Cats ✡ Fist fights ✡ Money ✡ Mythology Dislikes: ✡ Talkative people ✡ Snitches ✡ Backstabbers Hobbies: ✡ Video games ✡ Teaching his cat tricks ✡ Reading Skills: ✡ Basic survival skills from camping often ✡ Swimming ✡ Martial arts

》A p p e a r a n c e Height: 6'2.5" Weight: 180 Hair Color: Brown Hair Length: Short Skin Color: Pale Eye Color: Green Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: No Detail your werewolf form:Wolf form 》R e l a t i o n s h i p s Sexuality: Straight Relationship status Single Any pre-determined friends?: Sorrel Siblings' Status: None Parents' Status: Alive Pets: Mr.Kitty Open to friends from 1 to 10?: 5 Open to romance from 1 to 10?: 4 》P e r s o n a l i t y Cyrus is very straightforward and honest. He doesn't respect people who aren't as honest as him while hypocritically keeping a lot of secrets. He doesn't like sharing his personal details or emotions with others. He is the type to bottle things up and try to deal with them himself. His skin is tough and he is not sensitive. In his youth, he's had been nice to everyone but hardships in his life led him to only be nice and look out for those in his inner circle. It is reserved solely for them, and he treats those he doesn't care about with less kindness. He is protective of those he cares about and sometimes to an extreme point, seeming always afraid to lose people in his life. He also does not go out of his way to talk with strangers and it seems to take a lot to earn his trust. He is not the most polite either which pushes many people away. Cyrus can be a potty-mouth. His usual mannerism is to be laid back, but it's easy to agitate or irritate him; he finds a lot of things annoying. Impressively for a werewolf, it is hard to get him into an actual state of rage. His demeanor is, for the most part, calm and he tries to skate by easy or avoid conflicts unless it's a physical fight, which he gets a kick out of. Cyrus takes things very seriously and he's not much of a joker. His intelligence is pretty decently high. He likes reading and has a decent amount of knowledge, especially about mythology. 》H i s t o r y Cyrus grew up in Ember Grove to the Klein Pack. He was the only child to neglectful parents who seemed to be beloved in the pack. The Kaiser family had a long history of strong, werewolf ancestors. His mother always seemed to be missing and his father was abusive. The early part of his childhood had not been too bad while his mother was around but when Cyrus turned twelve, she went out and never came back one day. Cyrus's father had always been rather harsh and verbally abusive but he turned worse once she was gone. He would get physically abusive with Cyrus, so Cyrus stopped going home a lot, staying out as late as possible anywhere he could. The abuse was intense being that they were werewolves, nearly killing him one time when he was a teen. Telling the others in the pack was out of the question, they wouldn't believe him and all the wounds would heal fairly quickly. Cyrus had starting to isolate himself in high school, turning to drugs to cope with his chaotic home life and hanging out with bad crowds. He managed to graduate with decent grades as he did retain his love for reading through it all. He didn't end up going to college and sold some of his mom's expensive jewelry to start himself off so he could buy a car. However, it wasn't enough. He needed to get out of his house and frankly out of his pack, so he started selling drugs and fighting for money. Eventually, he was able to get out of his house and get his apartment, keeping up his criminal behavior. He felt rather lost without a pack and began to try to find other werewolves and seek out packs. Funny enough, his father came to visit Cyrus and got abusive, yelling and screaming at him. A female werewolf named Sorrel overheard who lived in the building and came to see what was happening. When she saw the altercation, she helped run his father out of the apartment. She hated hearing him tell his son that leaving the pack made the family look bad and pressuring him. The two quickly bonded over the event and over both enjoying German and have been friends since.

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Roshmi - Love Lounge
Interactions:O'Ner@Eviledd1984, Azriel@Tae, Umber@FunnyGuy, Xenelith@Legion02

Jack had practically tuned everyone out at this point, ignoring his surroundings and only hearing muffled background noises, though at one point he did hear Azriel apologize but the smile on her face could only mean she did not mean the words she spoke. "Save the apologies, I can tell they are ingenuine." Jack looked over to her, lifting the mask to just above his mouth and returned the same smile before dropping it down again. The group began to speak of a ball; he let them speak before giving his own two cents about the event. "Well, if I understand humans as much as I think I do, I know they will go to this ball looking for more so it would be in our best interest to capture them there, if not kill them." Jack said before turning his head to watch as Madame Uma and two other ladies brought over a bottle of wine and a hooka before setting the table up for them. He proceeded to pour a glass of wine for himself and began to drink after lifting his mask above his mouth once again. "This wine is wonderful; I may just stay here a bit longer." He said sitting back, letting himself relax a bit.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

The Night's First Born

Marceau Victoir Gauthier ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Born June 13th 🦇 Age 2400 🦇 Male 🦇 Vampire 🦇 From Rome

Theme Song: What Lies Unseen by marcin przybyłowicz 6 foot 5 🦇 151 pounds 🦇Black hair🦇 Ice Blue eyes 🦇 Pale skin 》A P P E A R A N C E Marceau is a very tall, dark and handsome man with shoulder-length raven hair that is always tucked behind his ears and falls down his neck. He ties it back elegantly occasionally. His piercing blue eyes that are almost hypnotic, people often finding themselves at a loss of words when their eyes meet with his. Hundreds of years have not aged him a day and he's the definition of an enchanting vampire. His skin is pale, almost white as snow. His facial features are quite sharp and distinct against his pale skin whilst retaining an attractive symmetry. He is broad-shouldered and well-built, but he doesn't appear to have an overly athletic build as a werewolf might. His clothes are a bit outdated, as he still retains his old style and wears exclusively vintage and out-dated clothing, unless he wishes to go into town and disguise himself. At that point, he will wear modern clothing along with a long coat. 》R E L A T I O N S H I P S Marceau is heterosexual, but has not been in the game since the passing of his wives. He has lost interest in the pursuit of romance. Friend-wise, he is on good terms with most vampires and has many friends due to constantly travelling to every large vampire clan to chat with them around the world. He's very praised and well-loved, practically a celebrity for being the very first vampire. Some vampires even worship him like a deity. He is as respected as a vampire could get. When it comes to family, his wife and his daughter Desiree, the leader of Viet et Mort, are his only living immediate family members. Openness to friends: 10 Openness to romance: 0

^{I N T E R E S T S}

L I K E S

🦇 Hunting
🦇 Blood from the Rich and healthy.
🦇 Using his claws to kill his enemies.
🦇 Leading
🦇 Wine
🦇 Praise
🦇 Bats

D I S L I K E S

🦇 Having to clean up for others mistakes or issues.
🦇 Hunters
🦇 Witches
🦇 Werewolves
🦇 Those who oppose him.
🦇 Blood from the poor and weak.

H O B B I E S

🦇 Collecting art or rare and magical objects
🦇 Reading
🦇 Studying Magic
🦇 Researching alchemy and chemistry
🦇 Hosting blood parties or masqurades
🦇 Travelling

S K I L L S

🦇 Highly skilled fighter
🦇 Extremely fast and strong
🦇 Able to hide and escape and hide easily if needed.
🦇 Able to lead and bring groups together very well.

『_{^{"You waste your time attepting to kill me."}} 』

^{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Marceau is very admired and loved as a respected vampire for not only starting but managing to create such a well-prospering race. He is usually kind and well mannered among the vampire groups and others he surrounds himself with to keep the image he desires. Marceau is a highly charismatic leader and is able to bring groups even in the toughest times to work together to help solve the issues whether it be internal affairs or external. He can be cold and heartless if times call for it but usually strays from that demeanour. As a family figure, he is very loving and caring willing to provide whatever is needed.

He is not too cruel when it comes to humans. He feels that they are necessary for him and other vampires to survive and live. That being said the sight of torturing and harming humans does not make him bat an eye after ages of watching humans do it to each other. On the other hand, he believes werewolves and witches should be exterminated as they pose more of a threat to their race. He has an eerie calmness with how he addresses people and handles situations, even if disturbed. Very rarely does he get angry as he is very patient. His intelligence and wealth of knowledge is a force to be reckoned with alone. Many find him intimidating to be around. Old-fashioned and quite the gentleman, he is well mannered and sees things more traditionally than most. Marceau is mostly pleasant and charming to be around and more understanding than his more radical daughter, even having a sense of humour at times

『_{^{"If you acknowledge any gods... start praying. now."}} 』

^{H I S T O R Y}

Marceau was born in 460 BC into a roman family. He had grown up training as a soldier since a young boy and by 480 BC, he had joined the army and helped fight in many wars throughout the years until the time he was forty. At that time, he had retired from the soldier life. Marceau became the first vampire a year later when he was bitten by a bat that was given to him by a witch, who told him it would grant him immortality if he let it bite him which had started vampirism. What he didn't know was that the witch had tricked him by not telling him the side effects of having to live off the blood of other humans. He ended up killing his original family in a fit of rage, being unable to control the hunger for blood. After he had killed his family, he went back to the witch to kill her so that she would never trick another person.

Over the years he had seen many great battles and falls of cities, even witnessing the death of Jesus Christ himself. He moved to where modern-day France would be a few years after Christ's death and remained there for countless years until he met a woman a thousand years into his life and turned her into a vampire shortly after falling in love with her so they could live forever together. They had a daughter the second year they were together named Desiree. The family lived a pleasant life together due to their overwhelming wealth and power. When Desiree was older, she ended up creating her own clan, which flourishes even today. Marceau was proud of her and often came to help with it, but he never made his own clan. He travels around the world talking to all sorts of vampires as he views them as his children in a way, since he is the reason they exist in such a way. Marceau never made his own clan and instead takes interest in uniting all vampires.

^{V A M P I R E I N F O}

C L A N

🦇 None. He travels around the world helping maintain every group's status or helping in rough situations.

C O M B A T S K I L L S

🦇 Very skilled at fighting with his claws which are as hard and as sharp as steel blades and defending against swords and melee weapons.
🦇 He is able to shoot with presision beacause of his enhanced senses.
🦇 Very agile
🦇 Able to sift through and see all the memories of anyone he bites.
🦇 To Be Revealed Later.

P U R E B L O O D

The First vampire.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

The Night's First Born

Marceau Victoir Gauthier ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Born June 13th 🦇 Age 2400 🦇 Male 🦇 Vampire 🦇 From Rome

Theme Song: What Lies Unseen by marcin przybyłowicz 6 foot 2 🦇 151 pounds 🦇Black hair🦇 Ice Blue eyes 🦇 Pale skin 》A P P E A R A N C E Marceau is a very tall, dark and handsome man with shoulder-length raven hair that is always tucked behind his ears and falls down his neck. He ties it back elegantly occasionally. His piercing blue eyes that are almost hypnotic, people often finding themselves at a loss of words when their eyes meet with his. Hundreds of years have not aged him a day and he's the definition of an enchanting vampire. His skin is pale, almost white as snow. His facial features are quite sharp and distinct against his pale skin whilst retaining an attractive symmetry. He is broad-shouldered and well-built, but he doesn't appear to have an overly athletic build as a werewolf might. His clothes are a bit outdated, as he still retains his old style and wears exclusively vintage and out-dated clothing, unless he wishes to go into town and disguise himself. At that point, he will wear modern clothing along with a long coat. 》R E L A T I O N S H I P S Marceau is heterosexual, but has not been in the game since the passing of his wives. He has lost interest in the pursuit of romance. Friend-wise, he is on good terms with most vampires and has many friends due to constantly travelling to every large vampire clan to chat with them around the world. He's very praised and well-loved, practically a celebrity for being the very first vampire. Some vampires even worship him like a deity. He is as respected as a vampire could get. When it comes to family, his wife and his daughter Desiree, the leader of Viet et Mort, are his only living immediate family members. Openness to friends: 10 Openness to romance: 0

^{I N T E R E S T S}

L I K E S

🦇 Hunting
🦇 Blood from the Rich and healthy.
🦇 Using his claws to kill his enemies.
🦇 Leading
🦇 Wine
🦇 Praise
🦇 Bats

D I S L I K E S

🦇 Having to clean up for others mistakes or issues.
🦇 Hunters
🦇 Witches
🦇 Werewolves
🦇 Those who oppose him.
🦇 Blood from the poor and weak.

H O B B I E S

🦇 Collecting art or rare and magical objects
🦇 Reading
🦇 Studying Magic
🦇 Researching alchemy and chemistry
🦇 Hosting blood parties or masqurades
🦇 Travelling

S K I L L S

🦇 Highly skilled fighter
🦇 Extremely fast and strong
🦇 Able to hide and escape and hide easily if needed.
🦇 Able to lead and bring groups together very well.

『_{^{"You waste your time attepting to kill me."}} 』

^{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Marceau is very admired and loved as a respected vampire for not only starting but managing to create such a well-prospering race. He is usually kind and well mannered among the vampire groups and others he surrounds himself with to keep the image he desires. Marceau is a highly charismatic leader and is able to bring groups even in the toughest times to work together to help solve the issues whether it be internal affairs or external. He can be cold and heartless if times call for it but usually strays from that demeanour. As a family figure, he is very loving and caring willing to provide whatever is needed.

He is very cruel when it comes to humans and other races; he feels that they are beneath him and other vampires and he believes that humans are nothing more than food or potential vampires if they fit his criteria. Torturing and harming humans does not make him bat an eye. He has an eerie calmness with how he addresses people and handles situations, even if disturbed. Very rarely does he get angry as he is very patient. His intelligence and wealth of knowledge is a force to be reckoned with alone. Many find him intimidating to be around. Old-fashioned and quite the gentleman, he is well mannered and sees things more traditionally than most. Marceau is mostly pleasant and charming to be around and more understanding than his more radical daughter, even having a sense of humour at times.

『_{^{"Your blood will make a fine dish."}} 』

^{H I S T O R Y}

Marceau was born in 460 BC into a roman family. He had grown up training as a soldier since a young boy and by 480 BC, he had joined the army and helped fight in many wars throughout the years until the time he was forty. At that time, he had retired from the soldier life. Marceau became the first vampire a year later when he was bitten by a bat that was given to him by a witch, who told him it would grant him immortality if he let it bite him which had started vampirism. What he didn't know was that the witch had tricked him by not telling him the side effects of having to live off the blood of other humans. He ended up killing his original family in a fit of rage, being unable to control the hunger for blood. After he had killed his family, he went back to the witch to kill her so that she would never trick another person.

Over the years he had seen many great battles and falls of cities, even witnessing the death of Jesus Christ himself. He moved to where modern-day France would be a few years after Christ's death and remained there for countless years until he met a woman a thousand years into his life and turned her into a vampire shortly after falling in love with her so they could live forever together. They had a daughter the second year they were together named Desiree. The family lived a pleasant life together due to their overwhelming wealth and power. When Desiree was older, she ended up creating her own clan, which flourishes even today. Marceau was proud of her and often came to help with it, but he never made his own clan. He travels around the world talking to all sorts of vampires as he views them as his children in a way, since he is the reason they exist in such a way. Marceau never made his own clan and instead takes interest in uniting all vampires.

^{V A M P I R E I N F O}

C L A N

🦇 None. He travels around the world helping maintain every group's status or helping in rough situations.

C O M B A T S K I L L S

🦇 Very skilled at fighting with his claws which are as hard and as sharp as steel blades and defending against swords and melee weapons.
🦇 He is able to shoot with presision beacause of his enhanced senses.
🦇 Very agile
🦇 To Be Revealed Later. (GM knows.)

P U R E B L O O D

The First vampire.

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Roshmi Baelde's
Interactions:@princess@MissCapnCrunch@Tae@Dezuel

"Elsea, Risa: They may not need to learn anything but this world is full of dangerous creatures. You can get mad at me all you please but for their own survival, it is necessary. They really only have four options: they can listen to Aklenroth and go home, they can go and join him, they can learn to fight just for survival which at that point it is of their own choice to join our side of the war and the last choice is to go into a town and hide for the rest of their lives and hope they do not get captured." Kyran said to the group. He knew she would be willing to fight but he also knew that if humans wanted to have a lasting chance in Avalia, they would need to kill Aklenroth in this upcoming war.

"I have not been in a war myself, but I understand what could be lost. I am prepared to die for the sake of overthrowing Aklenroth. I know the losses a war can bring upon people but even then we live under a terrible ruler and people need to be free from this oppression he has caused." He deep down knew that if they pursued this war he could lose every one of his friends sitting around him. Kyran hated to think about it but that is part of war and he would do anything to protect them even if it costed his life.

"Here is your food guys! I hope you love it." Alie said with a bright smile, placing the dishes on the respective spots on the table before walking back to the kitchen. Kyran started to hungrily eat, dropping the subject for now.

Ember Grove (supernatural genre)

dogs, bats, frogs and cats count me in.