AuthenticTomb

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: The Eclipse • Time: DUSK

Interactions: @Tae • Mentions: N/A

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"Welcome back you lovely denizens of the night to 'Stroke of Midnight'! I'm your hostess, the beautiful and talented Isabella St.Claire." The enchanting voice came from vampire woman sitting on a black, leather lounge chair. Her illustrious blonde hair was done in several large curls that flowed down her back. A figure-hugging red dress show off her curves adorned with a cropped leather jacket that was purposefully kept open. Isabella's lips shined in a glossy, crimson red that matched her nails.

She had her legs currently crossed as her eyes quickly shifted over the guest sitting across from her, showing no shame in expressing her interest in the man. "Now, I believe we were just getting to talking about your latest production, Hearts of Darkness: Volume 2, before we cut to break. I must say..." Isabella looked at him with a hint of hunger as she licked the underside of her lips to avoid messing with her lipstick. "...what an experience it was. First question I have to ask, what makes you make such media for the citizens of Halcyon?" The sultry tones that had underlined her speech faded as the question was made.

Voflango sat across from the hostess wearing a simple black v-neck shirt with gray, stone-washed jeans. Both were tailored to his exact profile. A warm, inviting smile drew those watching his chiseled features and brilliant eyes. "Volfango thanks you for such a wonderful introduction to the question. He had not realized with such beauty before him that a break had even occurred." The words rolled off his tongue, carried with the clear diction of a performer. "The answer is quite simple, no? Volfango does it to connect to the hearts of his people and give them a story that is theirs." Volfango leaned forward from his perfectly upright posture.

"Love between a Lycan and a vampire. A taboo to some but in the darkness of the theatre it. is. hope." Volfango punctuated the last three words, his expression serious as he continued. "Hope that a special kind love one searches eternity might be out there, no matter the odds or challenges. A story that only the good people of Halycon can understand and appreciate its truth." He leaned back against the somewhat stiff back of the chair. Never once did his eyes leave Isabella's.

A faint blush was clear on the vampire's cheeks as the camera shifted towards her. "Speaking of love, my viewers would burn me on a stake for not asking if there wasn't some special someone for Volfango?" The shift of her weight suggested the statement was not entirely truthful.

Volfango let out a deep chuckle flashing his perfectly white teeth. "Volfango is quite generous and he has yet to find one that can handle all his charity." He finished the statement with a not-so-subtle wink at Isabella.

She blinked once at his flirtatious gesture and coughed softly into her hand "I see. Well, since our time is coming to end I have a few questions from our viewers. The first one comes from Saul Petrand and he asks..."

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Volfango had come to Eclipse for one purpose alone and likely so did the various other patrons that crowded the space. A glamour of his own creation prevented those who gave him passing glances not to recognize him. It would slowly come undone faced with a lingering gaze and close proximity but that was by design rather than a flaw of the magic itself. Volfango needed to unwind and let himself loose after months of filming and a interview that ended in a particularly heated way. The best way one might even say.

The Fae flowed amidst the dancers on the floor. His hand resting on one hip only to shift with the beat to another, pressing himself against their back as the music carried the energy of the night. Graceful and fluid as his movements were, they belonged to a hunter in search of suitable prey. Volfango had been on his way to the bar for a drink and had nearly gotten to the bar when the most tantalizing of accents was carried to his ear on the wings of fairies.

Volfango had barely budged when the small woman crashed into him and he smiled brightly down a her letting a small laugh of his own. "Oh, Volfango needs no such convincing when he has eyes. The question, he thinks, is how many bad choices should we make?" His Italian roots made it easy to rolls the words into one sensual wave of suggestion.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

Volfango Di Vita

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Volfango Di Vita • Nickname(s) | Maestro of Love, Paragon of Decadence, Fulfiller of Desires, Lord of Lust, Champion of Intimacy, Conqueror of Hearts, Exemplar of Beauty, the Midnight Dream, etc. • Age | Looks roughly 30 | True age 82 • Gender | Male • Birthday | February 15th • Race | Fae • Rank/Status | Fae Noble Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6'5"/ 196cm • Build | Perfectly sculpted muscles • Eye Color | Gold • Hair Color & Style | Dark Chocolate well groomed and combed straight in long locks(See Picture) • Skin Tone | Medium Tan with flawless complexion • Notable Marks | Small scar on right brow • Typical Clothing Style | Ever-changing but always guaranteed to make a statement. • Aura/First Impression | A commanding and dominating presence that draws all eyes to him and keeps them there. • Voice | Voiced by Antonio Banderas Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 5 ("Life is full of friends you've yet to meet.") • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 5("Romance is the spark of life!") • Romantic Preferences | Those who are passionate and interesting. • Current Romantic Interests | None • View on Forbidden Relationships | "The forbidden fruit tastes all the sweeter." • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Assertiveness ✦ Drive ✦ Creativity • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ Commitment ✦ Pessimism ✦ Ignorance • Known Friends | None at present • Known Enemies | None at present • Known Family | Fae Lord of Pleasure (Father), Fae Mistress of Pleasure (Mother), Marco (Younger Brother), Mina ( Older Sister), Catarina (Younger Sister), Rosalinda (Younger Sister)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Partying ✦ Acting ✦ Voice-acting ✦ Taking pictures (of himself) ✦ Yoga ✦ Finding Love ✦ Exercising ✦ Playing the Fool • Likes | ✦ Beautiful People ✦ Dancing ✦ Poetry ✦ Theater ✦ Staying in Shape ✦ Healthy Food ✦ Fame ✦ His Hair ✦ His Muscles ✦ Puns ✦ Loop-holes • Dislikes | ✦ Commitment ✦ Rejection ✦ Cold Weather ✦ Hair being touched ✦ Waiting around ✦ Rule followers • Fears | ✦ Never finding the one ✦ Losing his fame and status ✦ A stalker kidnapping him ✦ Scissors ✦ Getting caught out in public not looking his best • Habits | ✦ Chases after anyone he deems attractive ✦ Putting himself in the spotlight ✦ Speaking in the third person ✦ Making extravagant statements ✦ Fussing over his appearance ✦ Looking for talent for his agency • Vices | ✦ Bedroom Antics ✦ Himself ✦ Extraordinary expensive wine ✦ Home cooking ✦ Promoting his brand ✦ Creative ways around glamour/magic Core Motivation Volfango's wishes are rather simple for a Fae. He wishes to be the shining star of Halycon and bask in the pleasures of the city. Volfango seeks nothing less that the adoration of all its citizens. Besides that, he chases after anything and everything that might grant him a new source of entertainment. If he can't find something, he is more than wiling to pull the strings needed to make his own fun. Unknown to even himself, what Volfango truly seeks is a partner to keep up him and share in the various delights of life. Personality Overview What can be said about the magnificent Volfango? A conqueror of many hearts, he is extremely confident in himself and his many talents. Bold, loud, and always flirtatious, Volfango makes whatever situation he is in into an event to remember. There is nothing he enjoys more than being dancing the night away surrounded by beautiful men and women. When he sees someone that grabs his attention, there is little that will stop him from making an extravagant introduction. Volfango is always in pursuit of the pleasures of life whether it is gourmet food or a hot, young waitress from that same restaurant and sometimes both. Each day he intends on living it to its fullest. Despite his hedonistic ways, Volfango enjoys enriching the lives of those around him if only to make his own life more exciting. Those who know Volfango understand the love of his life is himself, but he is someone that can be relied on when you need it. He prefers to use creative means when available instead of the typical Fae deals most are accustomed to. Those who do manage to get such magical contracts from often get what they want, but not before Volfango. Volfango loves nothing more than to make people underestimate him. Under that handsome face lies a clever spider weaving its web and pulling the strings to make others dance for his amusement.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Actor/Media Mongul • Level of Schooling | Personal instruction by his mother and the finest Fae scholars • Past Occupations | None • Socioeconomic Status | Fae Nobility/Fabulously Wealthy • History Summary | The day that Volfango came into this world the heavens parted and sunlight shown on him as the divine choir sang out in joy! Volfango was born the second child of the current Fae Lord of Pleasure sitting on the Fae Court. Volfango was submerged in the delights and delicacies afforded by those at the top from an early age. It was never enough for the young lord and he more often than not snuck out of the house in search of fun. Lucky for him, his parents were more than willing to overlook his rebellious and wild nature as they focused on preparing his older sister to one day take the position on the Fae Court. It was not long after he began to mature that his greatest asset made itself clear. Volfango stood out even amidst the typically attractive Fae and he basked in this newfound attention. His mere presence and velvety voice were enough to draw most into making whatever kind of deal he wanted with whatever terms he chose. His mother, along with a few tutors, taught him everything he would ever need to know about navigating the politics of the Fae but his goals lie elsewhere. Glamours made it all too easy for him and he found he was particularly good at casting illusions. In time, Volfango went as far as to believe that relying on magic to fulfill deals was lazy. Vices, desires, and ambitions could all be obtained with the right amount of resources and creativity. Using his family's funds, Volfango established Vita Entertainment that quickly grew to have a dominate presence in the markets of first newspapers, theatre, and comics followed by cinema and television. Naturally, Volfango stood out as their most prominent star. It was as if he was made for the silver screen and the fame that it brought. Volfango put his everything into every role he put himself in, including the voice-over for a few animated shows and videogames. His drive to be the absolute best and bring excitement to the people of Halycon drove his studio to the prominent name in the city's entertainment industry and even beyond. Volfango has since detached himself from the power struggles in the Fae Court as best as he could, happy to leave the maneuverings to his older sister. A trail of broken hearts lie behind Volfango with more to join them. Plans put into motion to provide the people of Halycon the exciting life they deserve. Everything the young lord does is to provide life to the dark city. As of current, Volfango is riding high coming off the premiere of the long-awaited sequel to Hearts of Darkness, a movie about the forbidden romance about the son of a prominent vampire family and the future alpha of a warrior lycan pack.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✦ Fae(Son of Fae Lord) Race Info ▸ Fae ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Element Affinity | Light • Glamour Specialty | Glamour weaving • Views on Mortals | "Volfango swears, mortals can have some of the most wild and interesting ideas. They are like flavors of ice cream, so much to choose from." • Views on Vampires | "Oh, let Volfango tell you that experience is a quality of its own and their flexibility is not to be underestimated." • Views on Lycan | "A little too direct for Volfango's tastes, but they know how to let loose!" Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Sweet Dreams • Favorite Food | Fra Diavolo • Favorite Animal(s) | Flamingo • Favorite Music Genre | Acoustic covers of rock/metal songs • Favorite Haunt | The Gilded Hare • Signature Weapon | His voice • Preferred Vices | Wine, Nighttime Olympics, Mirrors • Pet Peeve | Cancelling an appointment last minute • Guilty Pleasure | A romantic dinner followed by roses on a soft bed and scented candles

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Coldfang Safehouse in GutterBane • Time: DusK

Interactions: Angel - @princess • Mentions: Tessa - @Potter

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It had taken far too much effort to find her which only served to further the unease in his chest. He had his lips pressed against his folded hands, his icy blue eyes simply staring the woman across from him down. Each passing second was counted by the bouncing of his left leg as he worked through the right words and emotions, wanting to get his conversation started already. The yellowish lighting along with the light brown colors of the dining room portrayed an atmosphere of warmth that was absent in the tension between them.

"Luther, I..." His mother had begun to say in an vain attempt to break the silence. Whatever thoughts that he had been juggling were tossed out the window immediately as he rushed to stand letting out a snarl of warning. She didn't even give him the kindness of addressing him as son. The chair that had been teetering on its edge after his abrupt motion finally fell over after a far too long moment. Luther's jaw relaxed hearing the crashing sound behind him realizing he had been baring his fangs. His expression scowled at his lapse in control before focusing on the one responsible.

"You...don't get to talk right now." The words were spoken through gritted teeth. It didn't make sense. He was her to get answers from her. Naturally that meant she'd need to speak. He wasn't ready for it just yet. Maybe his problem was he wouldn't be ready for whatever answer she had.

She must have seen it as an opening because she didn't back down. There was little warmth in her voice. "What is it you want from me, Luther?"

He snapped back immediately uncaring of her provocation. "That...that is what you have to say?" It was all he could do not to dig his claws into the table between them, the fire of his temper cracking with the statement. She wanted to play it like that? Fine. "Did you know? The barely restrained anger seethed and wrapped around each word.

"About wha-" Her cold, almost professional tone was enough to nearly send him over the edge as he grabbed the chair behind him and flung it at the nearest wall. Dust and crumbling stone mixed with shards of wood on the floor.

"Fuck!" Luther drew out the word as he raked his fingers through his locks of dirty blonde hair. "That's it, isn't it? I wasn't likely to survive that night, huh? Write me off just like that? Can always just make another kid!"

"It wasn't likely you'd come out of it." His mother's even tone was the final straw.

"You're my mother! You should have protected me! You have NO idea what it was like!" Luther was up and out of his chair before his mother could even react, the tips of his claws digging into her throat as he lifted her up from her seated position. The warmth of blood trickling down his forearm. The crushing, burning sensation in his chest was the only warning of the error he made before the walls began to twist in on themselves. The table melted and evaporated into smoke that carried the ceiling from the room they were in, exposing them to a vast emptiness.

A brief turn of his head was enough to shift the perspective and his mother was no longer in his clutches. His head whipped around and what seemed like the inside of a Butcher's freezer encased him. His rapid breaths shown clearly in the suddenly frigid air. His breath filled the room and soon a thick veil of fog pooled at his feet and obscured most of his vision. His lungs felt like they were being shredded in his chest while his heart ached as if pinched in a closing vise. He wished he could close his eyes and let it all pass over him. The magic of the Fae was not so kind.

The metallic walls stretched and the fog swirled all around dragging him to whatever this particular vision had in store for him.

There was no mistaking the face of his mother as everything settled around him and the fog settled at his feet. Her jaw must have been cracked and the flesh torn for it hang in such an unnatural manner. Heavy, metal hooks dug into her arms and legs pulling her limbs taut with many smaller ones holding flaps of peeled skin. Sections were cleanly cut out and the subtle regrowth occurring before him was enough to tell him the unmoving body still held life. Luther begged for any kind of control to return to his body so he could turn away. Begged in silent horror to not witness this.

From the surrounding mist of the freezer came...himself. There was a vacant, empty look that did not meet the wide grin on his face as he made his approach to the strung-up image of his mother. His future self pressed a needle into side of his mother's neck, pressing down the syringe of some dark, purple liquid slowly. Luther's chest felt like it was caved in as the raw, overwhelming terror of his mother passed into him. Never had the vision imparted such unbridled emotions of those who would be his future victims.

"I'm so glad you got see father before your turn was up." The future Luther slid the sharp edge of a cleaver across her cheek, deep enough to split the flesh and catch glimpses of what remained of her tongue amidst the spray of blood. His mother tried to cry out in agony but it came out as a pathetic whimper. The future Luther chuckled as he pinched the edge of the cleaver. "Honestly, did not expect you to outlast him. Not like I would know you well enough, hmm." The cleaver was raised high and came down in barely perceived swing. Desperation saturated the fear that crowded inside Luther and pushed against his organs as the meat that made up half of his mother's face splattered to the ground like a wet fish. His body would not respond to anything he told it do.

"Ah well, all good things got to come to an end don't they?" The future Luther swayed his head back and forth as he twirled the cleaver in his hand pacing in front of her. The future Luther got up into the face of his mother and cupped her chin, the blood flowing over his fingers. "I'm so glad we got this quality time together but frankly..." The cleaved sawed into the center of his mother's chest with practiced strokes. The whine from her eviscerated throat was like steel rods shoved in Luther's bones. "It's high time your little wolf left the den." Future Luther's hand broke ribs as it pushed into his mother's chest, rupturing organs in collateral damage as he went for the object of his dig.

"Wasn't sure I'd find it there..." Future Luther said in surpise as he clearly relished slowly dragging his hand back out with his mother's freshly plucked heart. "She does have a heart!" He cheerfully mocked in a shrill voice as he turned the heart like it was the one speaking. As the light faded from his mother's eyes, the freezer's walls began to crinkle like aluminum in towards him. The fog that had filled the space blew impossibly quick by his feet as the walls came closer and closer until finally crushing him in a final flash of movement.

Luther nearly lost his balance and fell over as he snapped back to his body, the glaze over his eyes disappearing. His mother's hand was clasped around the arm that was still holding her up by the throat. The skin of that arm had ripped and he could feel the agonizing grinding of improperly formed bones. The burning rage that had previously filled his mind was aburtly replaced by a existential fear and anxiety as he stared wide-eyed at his mother. Her future fate burned clearly in the back of his mind as he checked her over.

Unbelieve pain slammed into him as his mind caught up to what was happening. He was in the process of a shift that felt like he was trying to stop a train without brakes. Luther dropped his mother immediately and threw himself towards the door, shattering the wooden frame completely as he rushed outside in the dimly lit back alley. His body shivered and twisted as the fear within demanded he shift to protect himself and eliminate any threat to himself. The cheeseburger he had picked up for dinner on the way over painted the ground the second he made it a few feet from the entrance. His hand shook as he dug for the phone in his athetlic pants, his extended claws ripping the fabric in his desperate search.

His breathing was pitched and heavy as he used the hand that had yet to partially shift to unlock his phone. Thank fuck for speed-dial. Luther howled as bones began to crack and shift, only held back by his insistence to hold off, and the disparity between the size of his legs made it difficult to walk. The relief as Sicily's name and number showed up on his screen was barely a drop in the ocean of terror that wanted to crush him. His mind had briefly considered Tessa but she didn't need this on top of what she was dealing with.

"Ah...shit...fuck come on Sicily. Pick up, pick up!" His voice was distorted as sharp teeth made it harder to speak as did his growing throat. She was the only one that could pull him out of this spiral and the only one he trusted to do what was needed if he lost his mind. Every breath felt like squeezing wet sand through a straw. It had never been that vivid nor affected him this severely. He could only put some distance between himself and his mother so that vision didn't become the near future.

Self-Replicating Factory (Ithradine's Testing Grounds)

Volfango Di Vita

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Volfango Di Vita • Nickname(s) | Maestro of Love, Paragon of Decadence, Fulfiller of Desires, Lord of Lust, Champion of Intimacy, Conqueror of Hearts, Exemplar of Beauty, the Midnight Dream, etc. • Age | Looks roughly 30 | True age 82 • Gender | Male • Birthday | February 15th • Race | Fae • Rank/Status | Fae Noble Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6'5"/ 196cm • Build | Perfectly sculpted muscles • Eye Color | Gold • Hair Color & Style | Dark Chocolate well groomed and combed straight in long locks(See Picture) • Skin Tone | Medium Tan with flawless complexion • Notable Marks | Small scar on right brow • Typical Clothing Style | Ever-changing but always guaranteed to make a statement. • Aura/First Impression | A commanding and dominating presence that draws all eyes to him and keeps them there. • Voice | Voiced by Antonio Banderas Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 5 ("Life is full of friends you've yet to meet.") • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 5("Romance is the spark of life!") • Romantic Preferences | Those who are passionate and interesting. • Current Romantic Interests | None • View on Forbidden Relationships | "The forbidden fruit tastes all the sweeter." • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Assertiveness ✦ Drive ✦ Creativity • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ Commitment ✦ Pessimism ✦ Ignorance • Known Friends | None at present • Known Enemies | None at present • Known Family | Fae Lord of Pleasure (Father), Fae Mistress of Pleasure (Mother), Marco (Younger Brother), Mina ( Older Sister), Catarina (Younger Sister), Rosalinda (Younger Sister)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Partying ✦ Acting ✦ Voice-acting ✦ Taking pictures (of himself) ✦ Yoga ✦ Finding Love ✦ Exercising ✦ Playing the Fool • Likes | ✦ Beautiful People ✦ Dancing ✦ Poetry ✦ Theater ✦ Staying in Shape ✦ Healthy Food ✦ Fame ✦ His Hair ✦ His Muscles ✦ Puns ✦ Loop-holes • Dislikes | ✦ Commitment ✦ Rejection ✦ Cold Weather ✦ Hair being touched ✦ Waiting around ✦ Rule followers • Fears | ✦ Never finding the one ✦ Losing his fame and status ✦ A stalker kidnapping him ✦ Scissors ✦ Getting caught out in public not looking his best • Habits | ✦ Chases after anyone he deems attractive ✦ Putting himself in the spotlight ✦ Speaking in the third person ✦ Making extravagant statements ✦ Fussing over his appearance ✦ Looking for talent for his agency • Vices | ✦ Bedroom Antics ✦ Himself ✦ Extraordinary expensive wine ✦ Home cooking ✦ Promoting his brand ✦ Creative ways around glamour/magic Core Motivation Volfango's wishes are rather simple for a Fae. He wishes to be the shining star of Halycon and bask in the pleasures of the city. Volfango seeks nothing less that the adoration of all its citizens. Besides that, he chases after anything and everything that might grant him a new source of entertainment. If he can't find something, he is more than wiling to pull the strings needed to make his own fun. Unknown to even himself, what Volfango truly seeks is a partner to keep up him and share in the various delights of life. Personality Overview What can be said about the magnificent Volfango? A conqueror of many hearts, he is extremely confident in himself and his many talents. Bold, loud, and always flirtatious, Volfango makes whatever situation he is in into an event to remember. There is nothing he enjoys more than being dancing the night away surrounded by beautiful men and women. When he sees someone that grabs his attention, there is little that will stop him from making an extravagant introduction. Volfango is always in pursuit of the pleasures of life whether it is gourmet food or a hot, young waitress from that same restaurant and sometimes both. Each day he intends on living it to its fullest. Despite his hedonistic ways, Volfango enjoys enriching the lives of those around him if only to make his own life more exciting. Those who know Volfango understand the love of his life is himself, but he is someone that can be relied on when you need it. He prefers to use creative means when available instead of the typical Fae deals most are accustomed to. Those who do manage to get such magical contracts from often get what they want, but not before Volfango. Volfango loves nothing more than to make people underestimate him. Under that handsome face lies a clever spider weaving its web and pulling the strings to make others dance for his amusement.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Actor/Media Mongul • Level of Schooling | Personal instruction by his mother and the finest Fae scholars • Past Occupations | None • Socioeconomic Status | Fae Nobility/Fabulously Wealthy • History Summary | The day that Volfango came into this world the heavens parted and sunlight shown up him as the divine choir sang out in joy! Volfango was born the second child of the current Fae Lord of Pleasure sitting on the Fae Court. Volfango was submerged in the delights and delicacies afforded by those at the top from an early age. It was never enough for the young lord and he more often than not snuck out of the house in search of fun. Lucky for him, his parents were more than willing to overlook his rebellious and wild nature as they focused on preparing his older sister to one day take the position on the Fae Court. It was not long after he began to mature that his greatest asset made itself clear. Volfango stood out even amidst the typically attractive Fae and he basked in this newfound attention. His mere presence and velvety voice were enough to draw most into making whatever kind of deal he wanted with whatever terms he chose. His mother, along with a few tutors, taught him everything he would ever need to know about navigating the politics of the Fae but his goals lie elsewhere. Glamours made it all too easy for him and he found he was particularly good at casting illusions. In time, Volfango went as far as to believe that relying on magic to fulfill deals was lazy. Vices, desires, and ambitions could all be obtained with the right amount of resources and creativity. Using his family's funds, Volfango established Vita Entertainment that quickly grew to have a dominate presence in the markets of first newspapers, theatre, and comics followed by cinema and television. Naturally, Volfango stood out as their most prominent star. It was as if he was made for the silver screen and the fame that it brought. Volfango put his everything into every role he put himself in, including the voice-over for a few animated shows and videogames. His drive to be the absolute best and bring excitement to the people of Halycon drove his studio to the prominent name in the city's entertainment industry and even beyond. Volfango has since detached himself from the power struggles in the Fae Court as best as he could, happy to leave the maneuverings to his older sister. A trail of broken hearts lie behind Volfango with more to join them. Plans put into motion to provide the people of Halycon the exciting life they deserve. Everything the young lord does is to provide life to the dark city. As of current, Volfango is riding high coming off the premiere of the long-awaited sequel to Hearts of Darkness, a movie about the forbidden romance about the son of a prominent vampire family and the future alpha of a warrior lycan pack.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✦ Fae(Son of Fae Lord) Race Info ▸ Fae ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Element Affinity | Light • Glamour Specialty | Glamour weaving • Views on Mortals | "Volfango swears, mortals can have some of the most wild and interesting ideas. They are like flavors of ice cream, so much to choose from." • Views on Vampires | "Oh, let Volfango tell you that experience is a quality of its own and their flexibility is not to be underestimated." • Views on Lycan | "A little too direct for Volfango's tastes, but they know how to let loose!" Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Sweet Dreams • Favorite Food | Fra Diavolo • Favorite Animal(s) | Flamingo • Favorite Music Genre | Acoustic covers of rock/metal songs • Favorite Haunt | The Gilded Hare • Signature Weapon | His voice • Preferred Vices | Wine, Nighttime Olympics, Mirrors • Pet Peeve | Cancelling an appointment last minute • Guilty Pleasure | A romantic dinner followed by roses on a soft bed and scented candles

✨Beyond The Veil✨

Luther Coldfang

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Luther Coldfang • Nickname(s) | Iceman/Frostmane • Age | 26 • Gender | Male • Birthday | November 17th • Race | Lycan • Rank/Status | Son of Alpha Wolf Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6'3"/ 190cm • Build | Lean muscle with long legs. • Eye Color | Light Blue • Hair Color & Style | Golden Blonde. Faded sides with longer top. (See Picture) • Skin Tone | Light Tan • Notable Marks | Three line scar on right bottom of chin • Typical Clothing Style | Dress Casual • Aura/First Impression | Welcoming • Voice | Insert Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 4 ("I want to have fun while I can.") • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 2 ("I'll just hurt them in the end.") • Romantic Preferences | Quick Flings • Current Romantic Interests | None • View on Forbidden Relationships | Accepting • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Self-Confidence ✦ Playfulness ✦ Intelligence • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ Possessiveness ✦ Innocence/Naivety ✦ No humor • Known Friends | Angel Beaumont - Best Friend and confidant • Known Enemies | None at present • Known Family | Harold Coldfang (Father), Felicia Coldfang (Mother - Absent)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Star-gazing ✦ Taking apart/fixing tech ✦ Fate Readings/Prophecies ✦ Exploring the other factions ✦ Clubbing ✦ Parkour ✦ Board games • Likes | ✦ Honesty ✦ Banter ✦ Open-mindedness ✦ Bold & Driven People ✦ Talking to new people ✦ Rock/Metal/EDM music • Dislikes | ✦ Back-stabbing ✦ Fae Soothsayers ✦ Concept of Fate ✦ Feral Lycans ✦ Bitter food/drink ✦ Meditation • Fears | ✦ Becoming the monster of his nightmares ✦ Letting down his father ✦ Hurting those close to him ✦ Tight spaces ✦ Full moons • Habits | ✦ Plays with butterfly knife when nervous ✦ Runs in morning after hitting the gym ✦ Devours one bag of salt n vinergar chips a day ✦ Sings when in a good mood ✦ Defensive about messing up his fur/hair • Vices | ✦ Liquor ✦ Hallucinogenic drugs ✦ Fighting with his father Core Motivation Luther's one, singular drive is to live life as best he can and do what he is able to help others. The small glimpses into his future actions when he meets someone he tries to use to help them instead using what information he can gather from them. He wants to leave no regrets behind before the madness shown in the 'prophecy' comes to pass. While resigned to his perceived fate, Luther is constantly in search of methods and concoctions to keep his sanity in check and hold himself together for as long as possible Personality Overview Luther is called 'Iceman' by many of the circles within Haylcon for a reason. His conditioning has allowed him a great control over his emotions and he rarely gives anything away when he is on his own. Those who have seen him work a job or fight understand that he takes his work seriously and is ruthless in the execution of his duties. His signature icy stare is a well-used tool to ward off those looking to cause him issues or waste his time. Below this outer shell, Luther is energetic, friendly, and more open-minded than most. He doesn't let himself be bound by any social rules or expectations and lives for himself. Despite his nature, Luther avoids letting relationships dive deeper than surface level camaraderie. He doesn't like to pry into the secrets of others and never lets anyone get too close to him. He freely uses flirting and banter as a way to change serious subjects. Luther feels immense guilt for the visions he has and strives to make those around him a bit happier. No matter what happens he tries his best to keep a positive attitude and does his best to guide others through their own troubles. At the same time, Luther doesn't disdain the more criminal or vicious citizens of the city. How could he chastise those people when he is destined to be so much worse?

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Pack Runner/Scout • Level of Schooling | Master's Degree (Cybersecurity) • Past Occupations | None • Socioeconomic Status | Upper Class • History Summary | Luther was born as the eldest son to one of the oldest packs operating within Halcyon. The Cold-fangs's loyalty to the city goes beyond even the other packs. They are the ones called in to 'handle' those that go against the natural order and chaos. In particular, they excel in taking care of those who go feral and lose themselves to the more primal instincts of their nature. It is for this reason that every member of the Coldfang Pack undergoes intense mental conditioning on top of their physical training. This mental condition uses the effect of hallucinogenic drugs to induce states of panic and rage that each young pup must overcome before being accepted into the pack. These special substances are procured from the one of the prominent vampire families and has established close ties since the practice began early in the city's history. Luther was no exception to the brutal training and was pushed harder than any other of his group due to his position. He recalls curling up into a ball on the concrete floor of a small cell. His clothes drenched as a cocktail of hallucinogenic drugs coursed through his senses. His muscles and bones shifted constantly as his body kicked into flight or fight over and over, causing him to shift partially and revert back quickly. However, it proved to be an error on his father's side. Luther was still inside the cell writhing in agony from the drugs when the full moon hit. Luther breached the heavy iron door of his cell before the overseers watching the trial could react. They were the first to be torn apart. Luther clawed his way into the other cells and devoured those within, his mind on the verge of turning fully over to his primal instincts. He felt bigger, stronger than he had before. Free and unrestrained. That was until he met her. A lone Fae woman bolted to the wall of a cell with iron clamped on her ankle. Easy pickings...or so he thought. Luther had never tasted the flesh of a Fae before so he took his time approaching the vulnerable woman. The blankness of her silver eyes told him she must have been blind, but her ears should have made her more than ware of his presence. She did not show fear. Instead, her gentle hands reached up with an expression of sadness. Luther's addled mind was so caught off-guard he froze for a moment as her soft palms cupped his wicked, bloodied maw. It may have been the drugs, but Luther saw her eyes light up as their gaze connected. What he saw next scarred him deeper than any wound. Visions flashed through his mind of his future and the tyrant he would become. A monster that even the most wicked of this city spoke of in hushed whispers. It showed the vile betrayals and cruel abuse he would inflict onto both the innocent and his close allies. The pain and suffering of those he would terrorize flooded into his mind all at once, exacerbated by the various magical drugs in his veins. His body acted on its training and instinct, driving his sharp claws into the chest of the Fae. The vision faded as did the rage coursing through him. The first scene his more coherent mind registered was the fading smile of the fae woman. Luther emerged from the hellish underground of the Coldfang's dungeon bloodied with scraps of cloth clinging to his human form. It was only the stern, appraising glare of his father surrounded by his personal guards that took his mind off what he had just endured. They stood sizing each other up for a brief moment before his father embraced Luther and his father's guard howled into the night. Luther had been glad his father could not see the look of confusion and shock that colored his face at that moment. It had all been a test to prove his resolve and power as the next alpha of the pack. He had torn up friends he had grown up alongside just to prove himself to his father. His father was less than pleased to find out later about the Fae woman Luther had killed. She had apparently been quite valuable, but his father never went into any detail about it. Luther, however, would never be able to forget her. Each time he made a connection with another a vicious vision would slam into his mind. Images of how he would either ruin their life or brutalize them in one way or another. Each instance accompanied by the sinking feeling of dread of something lurking deep under the surface. From there, Luther went onto to studying at a prestigious academy finishing with a master's degree in cybersecurity. His father was quick to pull him into the family business where he excelled as both a runner and scout within the pack. It was his responsibility to comb the city looking for contracted targets and gather intel on them. Something that his experience with digital footprints and electronics made easier. "To be on top, someone has to stay on the bottom." Luther thought about that small bit of 'wisdom' as his orders took him all over the city. A Coldfang was supposed to be resolute and steadfast yet the more he saw the more he began to question his father and the role his pack truly played. All the while the curse, as Luther called it, continued to plague every interaction he had with others. The visceral experience of each vision ate away at him that he chose to believe them as inevitable. There would be a time he would change, like a switch or gradually he didn't know. He hoped that when the time came...someone would be able to stop him. Currently, Luther shields himself from forming meaningful friendships and anything more serious than a fling. He spends his time lost in a haze of drugs and alcohol when not performing his duties, abusing his abilities as a future alpha to ward off the worse effects. It isn't rare for him to pick constant fights with his father, which the latter seems to enjoy more and more. That said, Luther is trying to do what little good where he can. The guilt from crimes yet committed wearing him down as he tries to make a few lives better in the time he believes he has left.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✦ Lycan (Alpha's spawn) Race Info ▸ Lycans ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Born • Reaction to Full Moon | Can resist stronger effects with meditation. Will try to track down enemies if he succumbs. • Pack Loyalty Level | Failing • Views on Mortals | Indifferent • Views on Vampires | Cautious • Views on Fae | Resentful Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Pursuit of Happiness • Favorite Food | Lasagna • Favorite Animal(s) | White Tiger • Favorite Music Genre | Synth Metal • Favorite Haunt | Bumps in the Night (Nightclub) • Signature Weapon | Crowbar • Preferred Vices | Alcohol, Hallucinogens • Pet Peeve | Picking at fingers • Guilty Pleasure | Hot bath with chocolate ice cream

✨Beyond The Veil✨

Open to friendships for Angel while she’s been running amuck !

@princess

roleplayerguild.com/posts/5603311

Still working on the rest of the history and personality but I think they would be good friends

✨Beyond The Veil✨

I'll probably have a rough draft for a werewolf tonight or tomorrow.

@Ithradine

Was tempting to port one of my Ember Grove characters but new setting needs new character.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

I'll probably have a rough draft for a werewolf tonight or tomorrow.

Self-Replicating Factory (Ithradine's Testing Grounds)

Luther Coldfang

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Luther Coldfang • Nickname(s) | Iceman/Frostmane • Age | 26 • Gender | Male • Birthday | November 17th • Race | Lycan • Rank/Status | Son of Alpha Wolf Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6'3"/ 190cm • Build | Lean muscle with long legs. • Eye Color | Light Blue • Hair Color & Style | Golden Blonde. Faded sides with longer top. (See Picture) • Skin Tone | Light Tan • Notable Marks | Three line scar on right bottom of chin • Typical Clothing Style | Dress Casual • Aura/First Impression | Welcoming • Voice | Insert Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 4 ("I want to have fun while I can.") • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 2 ("I'll just hurt them in the end.") • Romantic Preferences | Quick Flings • Current Romantic Interests | None • View on Forbidden Relationships | Accepting • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Self-Confidence ✦ Playfulness ✦ Intelligence • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ Possessiveness ✦ Innocence/Naivety ✦ No humor • Known Friends | Angel Beaumont • Known Enemies | None at present • Known Family | Harold Coldfang (Father), Felicia Coldfang (Mother - Absent)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Star-gazing ✦ Taking apart/fixing tech ✦ Fate Readings/Prophecies ✦ Exploring the other factions ✦ Clubbing ✦ Parkour ✦ Board games • Likes | ✦ Honesty ✦ Banter ✦ Open-mindedness ✦ Bold & Driven People ✦ Talking to new people ✦ Rock/Metal/EDM music • Dislikes | ✦ Back-stabbing ✦ Fae Soothsayers ✦ Concept of Fate ✦ Feral Lycans ✦ Bitter food/drink ✦ Meditation • Fears | ✦ Becoming the monster of his nightmares ✦ Letting down his father ✦ Hurting those close to him ✦ Tight spaces ✦ Full moons • Habits | ✦ Plays with butterfly knife when nervous ✦ Runs in morning after hitting the gym ✦ Devours one bag of salt n vinergar chips a day ✦ Sings when in a good mood ✦ Defensive about messing up his fur/hair • Vices | ✦ Liquor ✦ Hallucinogenic drugs ✦ Fighting with his father Core Motivation Luther's one, singular drive is to live life as best he can and do what he is able to help others. The small glimpses into his future actions when he meets someone he tries to use to help them instead using what information he can gather from them. He wants to leave no regrets behind before the madness shown in the 'prophecy' comes to pass. While resigned to his perceived fate, Luther is constantly in search of methods and concoctions to keep his sanity in check and hold himself together for as long as possible Personality Overview Luther is called 'Iceman' for a reason by many of the circles within Haylcon for a reason. His conditioning has allowed him a great control over his emotions and he rarely gives anything away when he is on his own. Those who have seen him work a job or fight understand that he takes his work seriously and is ruthless in the execution of his duties. His signature icy stare is a well-used tool to ward off those looking to cause him issues or waste his time. Below this outer shell, Luther is energetic, friendly, and more open-minded than most. He doesn't let himself be bound by any social rules or expectations and lives for himself. Despite his nature, Luther avoids letting relationships dive deeper than surface level camaraderie. He doesn't like to pry into the secrets of others and never lets anyone get too close to him. He freely uses flirting and banter as a way to change serious subjects. Luther feels immense guilt for the visions he has and strives to make those around him a bit happier. No matter what happens he tries his best to keep a positive attitude and does his best to guide others through their own troubles. At the same time, Luther doesn't disdain the more criminal or vicious citizens of the city. How could he chastise those people when he is destined to be so much worse?

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Pack Runner/Scout • Level of Schooling | Master's Degree (Cybersecurity) • Past Occupations | None • Socioeconomic Status | Upper Class • History Summary | Luther was born as the eldest son to one of the oldest packs operating within Halcyon. The Cold-fangs's loyalty to the city goes beyond even the other packs. They are the ones called in to 'handle' those that go against the natural order and chaos. In particular, they excel in taking care of those who go feral and lose themselves to the more primal instincts of their nature. It is for this reason that every member of the Coldfang Pack undergoes intense mental conditioning on top of their physical training. This mental condition uses the effect of hallucinogenic drugs to induce states of panic and rage that each young pup must overcome before being accepted into the pack. These special substances are procured from the one of the prominent vampire families and has established close ties since the practice began early in the city's history. Luther was no exception to the brutal training and was pushed harder than any other of his group due to his position. He recalls curling up into a ball on the concrete floor of a small cell. His clothes drenched as a cocktail of hallucinogenic drugs coursed through his senses. His muscles and bones shifted constantly as his body kicked into flight or fight over and over, causing him to shift partially and revert back quickly. However, it proved to be an error on his father's side. Luther was still inside the cell writhing in agony from the drugs when the full moon hit. Luther breached the heavy iron door of his cell before the overseers watching the trial could react. They were the first to be torn apart. Luther clawed his way into the other cells and devoured those within, his mind on the verge of turning fully over to his primal instincts. He felt bigger, stronger than he had before. Free and unrestrained. That was until he met her. A lone Fae woman bolted to the wall of a cell with iron clamped on her ankle. Easy pickings...or so he thought. Luther had never tasted the flesh of a Fae before so he took his time approaching the vulnerable woman. The blankness of her silver eyes told him she must have been blind, but her ears should have made her more than ware of his presence. She did not show fear. Instead, her gentle hands reached up with an expression of sadness. Luther's addled mind was so caught off-guard he froze for a moment as her soft palms cupped his wicked, bloodied maw. It may have been the drugs, but Luther saw her eyes light up as their gaze connected. What he saw next scarred him deeper than any wound. Visions flashed through his mind of his future and the tyrant he would become. A monster that even the most wicked of this city spoke of in hushed whispers. It showed the vile betrayals and cruel abuse he would inflict onto both the innocent and his close allies. The pain and suffering of those he would terrorize flooded into his mind all at once, exacerbated by the various magical drugs in his veins. His body acted on its training and instinct, driving his sharp claws into the chest of the Fae. The vision faded as did the rage coursing through him. The first scene his more coherent mind registered was the fading smile of the fae woman. Luther emerged from the hellish underground of the Coldfang's dungeon bloodied with scraps of cloth clinging to his human form. It was only the stern, appraising glare of his father surrounded by his personal guards that took his mind off what he had just endured. They stood sizing each other up for a brief moment before his father embraced Luther and his father's guard howled into the night. Luther had been glad his father could not see the look of confusion and shock that colored his face at that moment. It had all been a test to prove his resolve and power as the next alpha of the pack. He had torn up friends he had grown up alongside just to prove himself to his father. His father was less than pleased to find out later about the Fae woman Luther had killed. She had apparently been quite valuable, but his father never went into any detail about it. Luther, however, would never be able to forget her. Each time he made a connection with another a vicious vision would slam into his mind. Images of how he would either ruin their life or brutalize them in one way or another. Each instance accompanied by the sinking feeling of dread of something lurking deep under the surface. From there, Luther went onto to studying at a prestigious academy finishing with a master's degree in cybersecurity. His father was quick to pull him into the family business where he excelled as both a runner and scout within the pack. It was his responsibility to comb the city looking for contracted targets and gather intel on them. Something that his experience with digital footprints and electronics made easier. "To be on top, someone has to stay on the bottom." Luther thought about that small bit of 'wisdom' as his orders took him all over the city. A Coldfang was supposed to be resolute and steadfast yet the more he saw the more he began to question his father and the role his pack truly played. All the while the curse, as Luther called it, continued to plague every interaction he had with others. The visceral experience of each vision ate away at him that he chose to believe them as inevitable. There would be a time he would change, like a switch or gradually he didn't know. He hoped that when the time came...someone would be able to stop him. Currently, Luther shields himself from forming meaningful friendships and anything more serious than a fling. He spends his time lost in a haze of drugs and alcohol when not performing his duties, abusing his abilities as a future alpha to ward off the worse effects. It isn't rare for him to pick constant fights with his father, which the latter seems to enjoy more and more. That said, Luther is trying to do what little good where he can. The guilt from crimes yet committed wearing him down as he tries to make a few lives better in the time he believes he has left.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✦ Lycan (Alpha's spawn) Race Info ▸ Lycans ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Born • Reaction to Full Moon | Can resist stronger effects with meditation. Will try to track down enemies if he succumbs. • Pack Loyalty Level | Failing • Views on Mortals | Indifferent • Views on Vampires | Cautious • Views on Fae | Resentful Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Pursuit of Happiness • Favorite Food | Lasagna • Favorite Animal(s) | White Tiger • Favorite Music Genre | Synth Metal • Favorite Haunt | Bumps in the Night (Nightclub) • Signature Weapon | Crowbar • Preferred Vices | Alcohol, Hallucinogens • Pet Peeve | Picking at fingers • Guilty Pleasure | Hot bath with chocolate ice cream

Beyond The Veil Interest Check

Its been awhile since I've done something like this so I'm putting my interest down.