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Alright status update: I have started a new job and am currently in the process of getting used to said job. To all the games I'm currently in I will starting work on responses this weekend
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Due to a misplacement of my laptop I will unlikely be able to post until Friday or there abouts. My apologies for those waiting on me.
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Still here and willing
Awe man well I hope all is well
Lol, now when @Noxious hears what he calls Vavara then that might be another story lol. Falcier is quickly becoming group dad cause he almost scolded Johan about his attire
Well to Falcier who grew up in early 60s and 70s being covered in tattoos that's the opinion lol it's hard to write in the mindset of someone that old
New Orleans.
Saturday, 10:45PM
The Nespado Hotel.
It had taken Dr. Falcier most of the day to find his way to The Nespado. Today had been his last day of teaching before his extended leave of absence took place and the mysteries surrounding his sudden leave was all the buzz around LSU. As he pondered about the kids in his classes he couldn't help but noticed that many were around the same age as he when his journey into the occult, and he knew when he looked into the mirror that he would still see that same young man that had been so full of hope. Finally the sun had set and Falcier's true world began to unfold, the world of shadows and magic a world that only lived in the imgainations of authors.
The travel from Baton Rouge to New Orleans had not been a very difficult one, traffic had been relativley mild compared to most days during the week, espically Saturday on the roads to one of the biggest party cities in the world. If they only knew the true history behind the facade that they paraded upon. Falcier walked upon the city streets and watched as the less responsible members of society spent their hard earned money in what had become a nest of sin and debouchery, in the back of his mind Falcier could feel the Shadow-man speaking to him in fettered tongues telling him to begin making deals and wisking souls away to empower the Loa's power within him.
It was everything that he could do to keep himself from doing just that. The more he traveled down the winding city streets the more he remembered the darker more secluded side of town, where every shadow has a name and he knew everyone by heart. Finally at long last he stood in front of The Nespado, the magical neutral ground on which all magicans stood on. The last time he visited this seeming "holy ground" he had visited Remi about some research notes that aided him in his latest paper. Remi...the reason that he was here, the reason he knew his friends would be coming here as well.
It had taken some considerable time to make his way up to Remi's room, every trudging familiar step Falcier could feel his heart racing, for the first time in a very long time Steven was actually scared of what he was going to find. His mind ran through every possibility and suddenly with the added notion of the woman with the impressive figurehad been following in the same trail as he was. How strange that the woman would enter his mind as he reached the outside of Remi's door only to hear a voice finally attached to the woman that he was following.
The comment about the disembodied voice was also a concern to Falcier as he could not make heads or tails of where it came from, although there was a spot in the room that seemed to hold a more shadows than normal so he could only assume that that was where the voice came from.
"Well as we all can see, at least the most of us are here for a similar reason. Ah, my name is Dr. Steven Falcier, Mrs..?'
As he waited for the woman to answer Falcier looked towards Johan who still was pulling off the angry viking look, and to someone as old as Steven the look was something that he could not understand. Where Steven kept to suits he just could not understand Johan's look of a deranged fisherman. Still Falcier could not deny Johan's prowess in the arcane arts and he was still a friend of his.
"Hello Winter, it has been a while has it not?"
Saturday, 10:45PM
The Nespado Hotel.
It had taken Dr. Falcier most of the day to find his way to The Nespado. Today had been his last day of teaching before his extended leave of absence took place and the mysteries surrounding his sudden leave was all the buzz around LSU. As he pondered about the kids in his classes he couldn't help but noticed that many were around the same age as he when his journey into the occult, and he knew when he looked into the mirror that he would still see that same young man that had been so full of hope. Finally the sun had set and Falcier's true world began to unfold, the world of shadows and magic a world that only lived in the imgainations of authors.
The travel from Baton Rouge to New Orleans had not been a very difficult one, traffic had been relativley mild compared to most days during the week, espically Saturday on the roads to one of the biggest party cities in the world. If they only knew the true history behind the facade that they paraded upon. Falcier walked upon the city streets and watched as the less responsible members of society spent their hard earned money in what had become a nest of sin and debouchery, in the back of his mind Falcier could feel the Shadow-man speaking to him in fettered tongues telling him to begin making deals and wisking souls away to empower the Loa's power within him.
It was everything that he could do to keep himself from doing just that. The more he traveled down the winding city streets the more he remembered the darker more secluded side of town, where every shadow has a name and he knew everyone by heart. Finally at long last he stood in front of The Nespado, the magical neutral ground on which all magicans stood on. The last time he visited this seeming "holy ground" he had visited Remi about some research notes that aided him in his latest paper. Remi...the reason that he was here, the reason he knew his friends would be coming here as well.
~*~
It had taken some considerable time to make his way up to Remi's room, every trudging familiar step Falcier could feel his heart racing, for the first time in a very long time Steven was actually scared of what he was going to find. His mind ran through every possibility and suddenly with the added notion of the woman with the impressive figurehad been following in the same trail as he was. How strange that the woman would enter his mind as he reached the outside of Remi's door only to hear a voice finally attached to the woman that he was following.
The comment about the disembodied voice was also a concern to Falcier as he could not make heads or tails of where it came from, although there was a spot in the room that seemed to hold a more shadows than normal so he could only assume that that was where the voice came from.
"Well as we all can see, at least the most of us are here for a similar reason. Ah, my name is Dr. Steven Falcier, Mrs..?'
As he waited for the woman to answer Falcier looked towards Johan who still was pulling off the angry viking look, and to someone as old as Steven the look was something that he could not understand. Where Steven kept to suits he just could not understand Johan's look of a deranged fisherman. Still Falcier could not deny Johan's prowess in the arcane arts and he was still a friend of his.
"Hello Winter, it has been a while has it not?"
Gotta say I'm liking the direction so far
Name: Dr. Steven Armand Falcier
True Name: Lombraj Bokor
Taken Name: Shadow-man
Age: While physically Shadow-man is strong, strapping man in his late twenties, the truth of the matter is that he is well in to his early fifties.
Personality: There are two sides to the man known as Falcier. Dr. Steven Falcier is a calm and studious man who wields the knowledge and the wisdom to wield the magic given to him by the Loa's to its most effective nature. Then there is Shadow-man, when mounted by the Loa's Shadow-man is a foul mouthed hedonist that thrives in the pleasures that the world has to offer.
Nature of magic: Shadow-man wields a combination of ritualistic as well as contractual magic.
Magic practice: The practical term for what Shadow-man is is what is called a Bokor, basically a vooodoo sorcerer. While his ties to the Loa is not shackled to one specific nation of the Loa, Shadow-man is able to call out to any number of Loa in order to wield their gifts. However, Shadow-man has made so many contracts using his own soul as collateral that it has become difficult to remember who gets who when the final curtan falls. What is known is that Shadow-man will continue to wheel and deal until he has everthing that wants in life, no matter what that fool Falcier thinks.
Bio: Life for Steven began in the early sixties on the small island of Haiti. He never new his father so all of his memories of his early life involve his mother. From an early age Steven grew up around the Haitian practice of voudon and as such never saw any grew up knowing nothing other than the practices of his mother as the chief priestess of their community. She would keep telling him the same phrase over and over,
"Boy you been touched by sumtin fa greata den anyting dat I could eva hope ta wield, ma little Lombraj Bokor."
As the boy grew up Steven's inquisitive mind began to ponder the ever growing questions about the practices of his mother and her teachings as he began to focus more on the scientific than the spiritual. By the time he reached the age of sixteen Steven had left the confines of the community of his birth and strove to find a life within the world beyond the teaching of the loa. After working through the summer of his seventeenth year he finally saved up enough money to move himself off of the tiny backwards island and onward to the states eventually landing in New Orleans.
From there Steven's life became a rags to riches story, he worked his way through college and onward to achieve a doctorate in anthropology and theology respectively. At the age of twenty eight, the newly appointed Dr. Falcier travelled back to Haiti to conduct research for his thesis on voudon, having watched and noticed a strange influx of Haitian-Creole people adopting the "faith" in their new home simply calling it Voodoo. Along with him in his travels was his new bride, an American white woman by the name of Lucille.
Through some terrible blight of misfortune, Lucille contracted a terrible sickness while there and subsequently passed onto the spirit world. In grief and wanting to ensure that his wife made it to the other side Seven turned to his mother and aided in ritual to contact Papa Legba, the loa responsible for guiding newly departed souls into their ever lasting resting place, and this is where the Shadow-man was born. During the ritual Steven was mounted and use during the ritual as a personal vessel of the loa, but the loa that was reached was not the one intended.
Unbeknownst to Steven, in the hopes to apparently bring his wife's soul back Steven sold his soul to a loa unknown to him for the power to wield some of its power. As he grew older he met a woman that would become a close confidant and research partner, Remi Lyon. After meeting with Johan and Varvara and learning of other like him Shadow-man began to feel more comfortable learning and honing his skills as a Bokor.
When he heard of Remi's disappearance Steven took an extended leave on absence in order to aid in the search for his missing friend.
Name: Shaka Zulu
Occupation: Pit Fighter/Huntsman
Time/Date: Day One/Evening
Tagging: @Holy Soldier@ShaggyDoo0
The day had been long spent gathering supplies for grand feast to come that evening, apparantly the Emporer had decided to grace the Crassus' Manor with the glory of his presence. If Shaka were to be honest with himself, he never saw much about Caeser that impressed him. He knew one did not simply grant oneself the title of emporer without having done something to earn it, but Shaka was not impressed. After spending much time gathering the supplies Shaka was left to his own devices, deciding to go down to the slave quarters and spend some time with Iwisa, his pet dung beetle.
After a while Shaka felt himself settle into slumber in which he stayed for who knows how long. The sudden sound of someone expiditiously leaving the quarters shook Shaka awake as he watched as one of the other huntsman, the one named Robin he thought, walk through the door of the slave quarters. Normally Shaka could care less about the comings and going of the other slaves but something in the boys movement dipicted some sort of urgency, something that was little seen around the manor.
Shaka quickly put Iwisa back into his case and silently followed after the boy making sure to keep his distence in order to gain a better understanding of what was occuring within the manor. As Shaka came closer to the huntsman as he apparently stalked his prey, being the two Overseers hold a fellow slave, Leonidas if his memory served, and some bulbos monster that kept exuding the most hideous screams from inside a dark and dank chamber. Until now Shaka hadn't realized the closeness of the world around him, he could almost feel the stone creeping in on him and his breath quicken into shortened gasps almost.
This was not the time and place to be having these feelings, Shaka reminded himself, as he took up a lower position beneath Robin. Without a word Shaka signaled for Robin to use his sling to strike at Gilles and indicating that he would go for Ivan. As he looked over his target Shaka began quickly going over everything that he would be able to use against; the man was large, his strength and ruthlessness was legendary, prolonged combat would not end favorably for him. At the moment the man's attention was focused on containing Leonidas which was good Shaka had the element of surprise and once the other pugilist was free he could aid in taking Ivan. A quick shot to his knees, back of the knee enough to drop his guard enough to loose the fighter.
In a flash Shaka sprang from his hiding place and quickly slid into the back of the Overseer's knees, and he was hoping that this would work.
Occupation: Pit Fighter/Huntsman
Time/Date: Day One/Evening
Tagging: @Holy Soldier@ShaggyDoo0
The day had been long spent gathering supplies for grand feast to come that evening, apparantly the Emporer had decided to grace the Crassus' Manor with the glory of his presence. If Shaka were to be honest with himself, he never saw much about Caeser that impressed him. He knew one did not simply grant oneself the title of emporer without having done something to earn it, but Shaka was not impressed. After spending much time gathering the supplies Shaka was left to his own devices, deciding to go down to the slave quarters and spend some time with Iwisa, his pet dung beetle.
After a while Shaka felt himself settle into slumber in which he stayed for who knows how long. The sudden sound of someone expiditiously leaving the quarters shook Shaka awake as he watched as one of the other huntsman, the one named Robin he thought, walk through the door of the slave quarters. Normally Shaka could care less about the comings and going of the other slaves but something in the boys movement dipicted some sort of urgency, something that was little seen around the manor.
Shaka quickly put Iwisa back into his case and silently followed after the boy making sure to keep his distence in order to gain a better understanding of what was occuring within the manor. As Shaka came closer to the huntsman as he apparently stalked his prey, being the two Overseers hold a fellow slave, Leonidas if his memory served, and some bulbos monster that kept exuding the most hideous screams from inside a dark and dank chamber. Until now Shaka hadn't realized the closeness of the world around him, he could almost feel the stone creeping in on him and his breath quicken into shortened gasps almost.
This was not the time and place to be having these feelings, Shaka reminded himself, as he took up a lower position beneath Robin. Without a word Shaka signaled for Robin to use his sling to strike at Gilles and indicating that he would go for Ivan. As he looked over his target Shaka began quickly going over everything that he would be able to use against; the man was large, his strength and ruthlessness was legendary, prolonged combat would not end favorably for him. At the moment the man's attention was focused on containing Leonidas which was good Shaka had the element of surprise and once the other pugilist was free he could aid in taking Ivan. A quick shot to his knees, back of the knee enough to drop his guard enough to loose the fighter.
In a flash Shaka sprang from his hiding place and quickly slid into the back of the Overseer's knees, and he was hoping that this would work.
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