The moment that Catherine enters a room it immediately goes quiet and the temperature drops several degrees. She never engages in conversation without knowing a great deal about the individual she is speaking too and absolutely hates to be surprised in any capacity. Catherine putting trust in someone is more rare the most precious metals and to be counted among those she does is an incredible feat in itself. Loyalty and trust and the most sacred virtues in her clan and those that break these will more often than not find themselves alive for much longer. Threats to the clan are met with extreme prejudice and she delights in send gruesome and blunt messages to anyone that threatens her people, including those that are not vampires.
Underneath the calculating and ruthless leader lies a disillusioned idealist with grand dreams of creating a world where humans, vampires, werewolves, and witches can all live in peace and work together. This leads Catherine to be much more tolerant of the other races as long as they don't threaten the foundation or the clan. She often seeks out those she believes have the talent or potential to serve the foundation, especially those who with nowhere else to go. However, Catherine will stand by her fellow vampires at the end of the day over the other races should it come down to it.
Catherine also possesses strong motherly instincts and will protect those weaker than herself if she has the chance. She has a darker sense of humor and prefers to visit bars and clubs that have a tougher reputation. While she has no interest in making friends, she certainly enjoys the occasional fling if they are able to catch her eye. Catherine is not afraid to take what she wants and do what she must in pursuit of her dream.
Helene gazes at the world with an almost child-like sense of awe and wonder that does not often fit her vampire heritage. Despite containing books upon books worth of knowledge, she understands very little of society and possesses a romanticized view of the world. She is not driven by an insatiable lust or a desire to dominate others. Her greatest wish is to stand upon the stage of the world and connect the people of the world through her music. An idealistic goal yet it represents Helene perfectly. Everyone deserves a second chance, and everyone can change.
Through her music, Helene has become a bit more emotionally-sensitive than most vampires. She rejects violence almost entirely if it is not to feed or protect herself. Anyone conflicted with sorrow will soon be met with her comforting smile if they come within her sights. However, Helene is extremely naive when interacting with other people though she does not have trouble communicating. As the Sinclaire Clan is established worldwide, her mother was strict about learning other languages. Besides French, Helene can speak fluent English, German, Spanish, Chinese, Arabic, and Russian.
Underneath all of that innocence and optimism, is a dangerous killer hidden underneath the surface. Besides academic pursuits, Helene was rigorously trained in close-quarters combat and firearms to compliment her vampire abilities. This skillet, while seldom used, will come into action should she or someone close be threatened. At the end of the day, Helene simply wants to tour the world and play her music for the people of the world.
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Helene is the pure-blooded daughter of her clan's leader, Catherine St. Claire. Her father is a pure-blooded vampire from another clan that upon a explicit contract has no familial rights to her. It perhaps due to this contract and the her mother's strong position within the Vampire Society that Helene has yet to know her father is. That didn't hinder her in her childhood as she was provided with an extensive education that would put every human university to shame. However, in 150 years she has hardly ever left the massive compound that is her clan's Headquarters, let alone the rolling countryside surrounding it. While it has often been lonely for her, the symphony of music she has created has alleviated a portion of it. Her passions runs so deeply in the rhythm of the music that for split-seconds she can almost feel her heart beat. Instead of integrating Helene into the workings of the clan, her mother has instead cultivated and fostered Helene's talent for music and art. It started when Helene showed her talent a very young age and has been her passion since then. Music, art, and reading was her gateway into the vast, unknown world.
For reasons unknown to Helene, her mother sheltered her from many of the hardships of being a vampire. There had only been one time that Helene had to feed directly from a human and that was orders from her mother so that she would understand where her meals came from. Helene took this lesson to heart, and learned to respect the price paid so that she may live. Besides her mother, there was only one other individual she spent a lot of time with. Her Aunt Isabella was the pinnacle of grace and beauty, carrying a charm cultivated over hundreds of years to draw in men and women to their inevitable doom. It was her vibrant and detailed stories of her many adventures that instilled the wanderlust inside her.
Music proved not enough to sway her from wanting to visit the world. As each year passed her want grew more and more until she could not live one more day without knowing what was beyond the small confines of her existence. While her mother was attending to some business on the other side of the world, Helene found her opportunity and ran away from home using every trick she had learned from her mother to flee. With a small fortune to support herself, she fled the only place she ever known and did not look back. Despite the occasional strange look fro a passerby, she felt she could finally breathe on her own. A sheltered, young vampire with a century of knowledge against a harsh, unwelcoming world. For better or for worse, Helene would find herself arriving at Ember Grove. She could not know what awaited her...or what would follow.
"There is no progress without conflict. I am merely one agent among many."
Lucius's personality is as ever changing to match his current goals and identity. At one time he could be a energetic, young man that wouldn't hesitate to lend a hand or a confused, old man at the end of his lifespan. Whatever the situation or his role demands Lucius can execute with credibility and sincerity. Rarely does he ever show what lies under the mask and it often does not end well for those who find out. Centuries of interacting with all kinds of people has allowed him to mimic their identities to near perfection, copying even their mannerism and quirks.
His current personality is one of a wizened elder seeking to educate the younger masses. Lucius goes out of his ways to explain the benefits of even the most forbidden spells and ways to avoid some of the potentially nasty side effects. He always appears to be in a rush to get from one location to another, but never failing to answer a question from one of his students. Those in need can go to him for advice without judgement and be confident that their conversation will stay between them. Despite his passion for teaching, he sometimes forgets rather menial things and can come off a tad disjointed. However, he never misses a single word when instructing others. Those who manage to ire him will find themselves receiving a not-so-subtle passive threat.
One of the quickest ways to ire him appear to be mishandling books and other important documents, especially relating to spells and witchcraft. He shows great pride in being a Warlock and encourages others to take pride in themselves as well. He is devoutly focused on experimenting with spells both old and new when not taking the time to teach others. Because he is always in a rush, those who try to talk with him when he's on the move will often receive quick, blunt responses. This is all but a fabrication to cover his true goals.
What lies underneath all the secrecy and deception is a man who is determined to set the world aflame. The ice in his veins and the lack of emotions in his eyes would put even the oldest of vampires to shame. He feels no companionship with his fellow witches or anyone for that matter. Without the mask lies a empty shell of what once was a person, a heart twisted by loss and hatred. It does not matter what the other person may feel, Lucius feels no remorse in murdering them or worse. Everything he does is to further a singular goal: an all-out war between vampires, witches, were-wolves, and humanity. He does this on the belief that conflict is the only way to progress as a species and is the only way that individuals can unlock their inner potential.
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The history of Lucius begins in a mansion located in central Italy, outside of the Roman capital. Born Lucius Axius Cecilianus to an influential senator and the leader of Rome's main coven at the time, Lucius was their first-born son and received an extensive education in both magic and politics. His parents were both passionate patriots of the Roman Empire and instilled this devotion into their son and subsequent children. His mother's coven was like most unknown to the public but a few, select individuals were allowed to know of their existence and that included Lucius's father. The coven supported the Empire from behinds the scenes and often used their knowledge of herbs to make non-magical medicines for use on the battlefield. A few even operated as field medics and prided themselves in their service they provided during battle. It was to his parents surprise when Lucius decided to enlist in the Roman Legionaries, but eventually was supported by both his parents. After all, he would be bringing glory to both their household and to Rome. His parents believed the experience and recognition he gained on the front would make him a better man and increased his position within Roman society. While his mother did fear somewhat for his safety, he was more prepared than most possessing an already extensive grasp of magic.
Lucius was barely 20 years of age when his Legion, under the command of general Marcus Claudius Fronto, was sent against the armies of Parthia. He found strength in the bonds formed with his fellow legionaries and was became well-respected in the legion as a skilled warrior and a brilliant leader. Rome was his mind, his soul, and his blood. An extravagant party was held at his mansion upon his return and greeted by everyone as a hero, save for his youngest brother. For whatever reason his youngest brother, named Manius Sornatius Cecilianus, did not possess the gifts of magic, creating a deep resentment towards his more successful eldest brother and magic in large. He did not believe that any of Lucius's accomplishments were valid and that the entire coven of witches was the source of Rome's slowly deteriorating state. While the rest of the family celebrated the return of the eldest son, the youngest had already been sewing the seeds of his plan.
After a brief respite, Lucius returned to active duty this time protecting the northern provinces of Rome against the increasingly dangerous Germanic Tribes. This time instead of the glorious victory achieved against Parthia, he fought a seemingly endless battle where many of his close friends lost their lives. During this time, his youngest brother was making his moves and moving up the political ladder of Roman society. At the same time, the current emperor Marcus Aurelius was increasing the persecution of Christians and other threats to Roman society. Manius managed to secure himself a position on the Senate with the support of his father. From there, he enacted his terrible plan. He made it know to Marcus Aurelius of the secret coven meddling in the affairs of the Roman State and convinced him that it was a grave threat to the very existence of Rome.
Thus, under the authority of the Emperor, Manius founded the one of the first hunter organizations named "Manus ab Imperatore", meaning "Hands of the Emperor", with its members being named "venatores" or simply hunters. Manius used his mother position as the head of the coven to research methods and ways to hunt down members of the coven. One by one, the venatores began to attack members of the coven often torturing them before ultimately ending their lives. Meanwhile, Lucius had become hardened from a decade of endless fighting and bloodshed. Three times his legion had encountered what the men had called "Berserkers" which he understood to be werewolves in reality. However, the name was still accurate as they would fly into a rage once they transformed due in part to a substance later known as Lupus Hydroxybutyrate. Three times he encountered these forces of nature and three times he survived by the skin of his teeth. The only reason his legion was alive was thanks to his knowledge of the beasts and how to take them down. He might have been promoted to Legate if not for his brother's betrayal.
Lucius's return from his many battles against the Germanic tribes was not met with the same reception as his first campaign. Weary of War, Lucius soon discovered that it had followed him home with his coven and family as its victims. Blood drenched the marble stone of his family home, his two younger sisters, father, and mother laid slain in the central courtyard. Manius emerged from the shadows along with his venatores surrounding Lucius and when the two locked eyes everything was clear. The youngest demanded the eldest to surrender, wanting to make a public example of him for the emperor. Manius quickly discovered that Lucius's skills and talents forged on the battlefield were not a mere product of magic. As the blade of Lucius's sword plunged into the his pleading brother's neck, the last lights of humanity of within him died. After dispatching Manius and his venatores, Lucius quickly prepared the ritual to resurrect his dead mother using the fresh heart from his brother as the sacrifice. Due to his haste and desperation, he was forced to end the suffering of the abomination that resulted from the botched spell.
Wracked by the loss of his family and his anger at Rome itself, Lucius assumed the form of Manius after dealing with his younger brother's remains by feeding it to the dog that would later become his only cherished possession. Lucius used his brother's position in his grand plan to bring the entire Roman Empire to its knees using the Manus ab Imperatore to carry out his wishes, transforming the hunters into agents independent of the Emperor. He had traded in his blade and shield for the weapons of subterfuge. Eventually, he was forced to retire his stolen image as he grew in age but did not slow down in his goal. All his patience and planning culminated in the fall of the Roman Empire in 476 after causing it to rot from the inside out. By then, Lucius had begun to see the necessity of conflict and its importance in forging great empires and great people when in truth he simply took great pleasure in turning people against each other. Lucius the protege Warlock and Legionaire was replaced by Lucius the Deceiver, a dark and twisted man that wanted to see the world burn in bloody war.
After the Empire's fall, Lucius further explored the mysteries and potential of forbidden spells with a great deal created by his hands and furthering his descent into darkness. He spent the next centuries sowing conflict and chaos in different countries and organizations across the world, always assuming a new identity to pursue his demented dreams. Over time it became his sole obsession and whatever remained of the Lucius before was long since dead. At last his actions and beliefs culminated in his grand vision of a global war fought between witches, vampires, werewolves, and humanity that would provide the next great leap in their evolution. Those who didn't survive this massive all-out war simply did not possess the strength to enter this enlightened era.
This had led him to Ember Grove and indirectly to the Children of the Black Moon. The large population of humans, werewolves, vampires, and witches seemed like the next step in his master plan. Lucius arrived in Ember Grove having already obtained United States citizenship a decade earlier and introduced himself to Rachel as Lucius, a wandering and weary Warlock that was looking to settle down and pass on his accumulated knowledge to the next generation of witches. Here the foundations of his life's work could be planted at last.
What can be said about the magnificent Volfango? A conqueror of many hearts all over the world, 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. Despite his hedonistic ways, Volfango also possesses a big heart when it comes to helping the needy and charities in general. A few times in his life he has jumped into a burning building to save a life, once being a firefighter that was trapped themselves. 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.
The majority of people wouldn't know it but Volfango is extremely loyal to those he considers "family" to him and nothing is allowed to come between Volfango and his family. This possessive and protective instinct is exacerbated when he transforms, changing from the fun-loving and flirty Volfango to an aggressive and physically dominating beast.
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"Ah, you wish to know more about the mighty Voflango? It shall be my pleasure."
There are many who wonder if Volfango was always as bold and beautiful as he is today. The answer to that question would be a strong yes. Ever since he was little he has been a adventure seeker and risk taker. He would ride his bike for miles or hike through the forest along with his brother Marco. His fascination with nature and beauty evolved onto attractive men and women as he got older, often getting himself into hairy situations. Whatever happened, Marco would always have Volfango's back and vice versa. There was one time he and Marco caught one of their sister's stalkers and made sure to teach him a lesson. Volfango loves to live his life free, but loyalty to one's family was more important than any dame or man.
Two years before graduating high school, his family moved to the United States. At that point he had been across most of Europe and left a trail of broken hearts. While his brothers and sisters had trouble adapting to American culture, Volfango thrived in the new environment. It turns out that simply speaking Italian in a low, seductive voice was enough to make most people fall into his hands. It probably helped that his body was like a temple, pristine and well kept. There was an actual cat-fight as his school to determine who would get to bring Volfango to prom. Besides his romantic adventures, Volfango had taken a deep interest in theater where his confidence and charisma always landed him the leading role. Suffice to say that the attendance for plays he was in was quite high, though it was unlikely they were watching the actual play.
All the exposure from his plays and his activity on social media led to a super model agency expressing interest in hiring Volfango. It was a dream come true that he would be able to spread his glorious image across the counrty! He graciously accepted after negotiating a deal using his father's lawyers. Volfango only knew that his father was some wealthy executive for some company, but never cared much about the details. This led to Volfango moving out and traveling from city to city across the country, which suited his lifestyle perfectly. New sights, new experiences, and new love interest everywhere he went. Life was bliss.
However, you can only dance with fire for so long before you get burned. As Volfango's fame was growing as both an model and aspiring actor, he gained the attention of a particularly obsessed fan-girl. Volfango was just leaving his latest shoot on the beaches of Miami when she finally made her move. Between her gorgeous looks and the revealing bikini, she had sprung her trap and Volfango had taken the bait. At first, Volfango saw the whole affair as just another one of his many flings. However, a number of red flags began to spring up. She would get hysterical when he had not texted her in awhile. Every-time he was caught speaking to a girl was another argument. Volfango began to also suspect she began following him home at night. However, she managed to keep him hooked and kept digging her claws deeper and deeper. It wasn't until a long talk with his sister that he realized the situation he had gotten himself into. One night during one of a moment of intense intimacy, she bite down hard on his neck. The pain was enough to make him pass out or it could have been one of the several shots that night. That morning came with a hangover worse than he's ever had. It also came with the revelation that his lover was a werewolf, and now so was he.
Volfango didn't believe her at all, and after a very heated argument decided to cut ties completely. He had been tied down to one love for too long already, and the last night had proved she was crazy. Volfango soon found out that their relationship was far from over and while she was crazy, she had not lied to him. The first transformation was nothing more than a blur, and when he awoke the next morning he was naked and covered in blood out in the woods. His muscles ached and his head pounded as he made his way back to civilization, dodging the public eye as he slipped in the backdoor to his rental home.
Struggling with the reality of his situation, Volfango asked and received a break from his agency. That was brought him to Ember Grove, a smaller town where he could hopefully figure all this out and stay incognito. After securing a high-end apartment, he moved in with his three-year old German Shepherd Bella. Little did he know of the true nature of Ember Grove and that he would find more questions than answers. He was only in Ember Grove two days when he was approached by someone claiming to have the same kind of...condition as he did. It was then he was asked, rather than forced, to join a family that would help him understand his new position in life. With no where else to turn to, he accepted the offer bringing him into the fold of the Vagus Lupi. However, being in this pack was not going to stop from him doing what he did best: spreading the love.
A bright smile shown on Volfango's lips as Sorrel continued to impress with him with the energy and spirit in which she returned his flirting. He could tell that she was someone that would be a lot of fun to be around and he was sincerely hoping she would agree to his humble offer! Between Genesis and Sorrel, Volfango figured that if there were more fun and wonderful people here than it would making living her not seem so much like a death sentence. "Das ist großartig! Volfango's father is from Deutschland!" He said with excitement as he took his card back and placed it into his wallet, before signing the slips with beautiful calligraphy with his cellphone number at the bottom as well.
He was on the edge of his toes as he awaited Sorrel's answer and felt absolutely delighted when she accepted "Volfango would be deeply honored and you will not be disappointed by Voflango's impeccable hospitality!" His hand laid across his lower back as he extended a hand above his head and leaned over into a bow, the hand that had been above his head coming across his chest in one smooth motion causing his thick lockes of hair to cascade in front of his face before being flicked backwards as he stood straight once more. Volfango was going to make sure that she had the time of her life, no matter what they decided to do. He was used to living every day as if it was his last and so was very good at making the most of his time and those that accompanied him, even though he now had much more time than most.
"Sorrel." Voflango said as he purposefully rolled the R's together "A name that sounds just as sweet." A half-grin exposed his pearly-white teeth as he took hold of his coffee in his left hand and the rest of the hornchen in his right. "Volfango shall be counting the seconds until our date!" He decided to grab the nearest open table to the counter so that he may still be within sight of her while he ate the remainder of his tasty hornchen and paired it with perhaps the best coffee he's had so far in the States.
I am still interested in playing an elf but if it would flow better for the story I can play something else.
My concept for my character was that she was a princess of an Elven kingdom/country where there was an assassination attempt on her family's lives, with her being the sole survivor. She was born blind at birth but with the ability to 'see" the aura of living things through magic. One of her abilities is to read people's emotions through touch which can evolve into telepathy/mind reading far down the line. Her magic is focused primarily on buffs and healing, with AoE spells being her only true combat magic. In she finds herself in a physical fight, she uses a weapon with a wide-arc to compensate for her lack of sight.
Time: Late Morning Location: l'amour est dans l'air to Ember Grove Mall Interaction:
Helene had to politely excuse herself from her new quartet, stating that she feeling a little exhausted and wanted to go home and rest a little. The fatigue was slightly worse than this morning but it was nothing that she couldn't manage. Yes, she should be able to continue on a little longer. With that incident on the stage, she realized what was the source of her mysterious affliction. The last time she had any blood to drink was two days ago before she left the protection of her home. No longer were her meals of blood provided her, saving her from the gruesome act most vampires did on a daily basis. The one time her mother made her do it herself she hated herself afterwards. There had to be some other way. Helene just hold out until she found it. In the meantime, she would heed Marceau's words and shop for a wardrobe that was more appropriate to wear out in town after taking her violin home.
That was what lead Helene to the mall, from what she understood this was the place that humans went to purchase all kinds of goods. The building itself was massive but upon entering the building Helene's eyes lit up like a child in a candy store. There were so many different places that she didn't have the faintest idea where to start! In fact, she had little to no idea of what kind of clothes would make her blend in better. With a bright smile that made her forget all about her hunger, she headed into the very first clothing store she spotted. Everything was just so new and unlike anything she was used to that she wanted to try it all on. While looking at a black sweater, her smile faded as the soft sleeves slid from her hands. Helene thought about how more fun this would be with a group of friends like she had seen in shows. She shook her head of the negative thoughts. After getting new clothes, she would surely be able to make some friends no problem!
Helene hummed a catchy tune as she left the store with five bags in both hands, each filled with all sorts of clothing, and resumed her journey through the mall carrying them like they were weightless. As she got further in, she began to believe she may been a little too eager with the first store as there were plenty more to explore. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of her mother moving through the crowd but the next moment she was gone. It was just her imagination, but that didn't stop the feeling of dread. The Sinclaire Foundation was watching her, that much she knew from the audition flyer in her new apartment. Helene knew it was only a matter of time until her mother showed up.
Sorrel's smile and giggle nearly knocked him off his feet, though his pristine balance would never allow such a embarrassing act! It also filled him with glee to hear her reply back to him in Italian, though he could hear the hints of a different accent in her voice. Volfango clutched his heart in a dramatic fashion and pretended to fall by hanging on the corner of the counter and slowly lowering himself a little "Call that ambulance for Volfango for he shall not stand much longer!" Flirting with a beautiful woman or man was great, but when they returned it by flirting or teasing themselves it was fantastic! After all, there was nothing wrong with a little flirting.
As Sorrel placed his items on the counter, Volfango reached into his pocket and retrieved his credit card from his wallet. He grinned when she mentioned him coming from Italy "Volfango came to the United States to be an actor and model! He rushed to Ember Grove once he heard of a bakery owner with the most gorgeous eyes! You come from somewhere else as well, yes?" Voflango was not entirely sure but he could hear an accent in her voice, though it was clear she has been in this country for much longer than he has. Being a werewolf was something he was told to keep hidden, so he couldn't mention that as his reason for coming here. Volfango handed her his credit card for payment and took his hornchen in his hand and took a bite. His taste-buds screamed in delight as the sweetness of the jam meshed with the warm fluffiness of the croissant "Mmmm. Beautiful and talented! Volfango has to know, will you be free later? He must repay such a delicious treat with dinner!" He had completely forgotten about going back to his pack so he could experience his transformation in a safe environment.
However, little to the eccentric wolf's knowledge he was being hunted by someone familiar and much higher in the food-chain. He had run away from his situation without considering the consequences of his actions and now his problems were going to follow him to Ember Grove just as he was getting used to his new supernatural lifestyle.
Time: Morning Location: Streets of Ember Grove Interaction: @princess
Lucius smiled warmly at the compliment and laughed a little "I am happy you liked it.". He nodded in response to her warning, his smile turning into a solemn frown, though he was very much aware of their presence. They had been a great pain in his side for a long time, though no matter how many plots to get rid of them they would always spring back up like the little cockroaches they were. Despite the information about hunters in the area, he smiled once more "There will always be critics, I suppose. They've yet to roast these old bones!" He cheerfully said in a rather optimistic tone. How easy it would be to simply reach out and wrapped his hands around her thin, little neck. How would she try to escape his tightening grasp before the last lights of life faded from her? Would she claw desperately at his hands? Would try to utter a spell before her neck collapsed completely? What kind of abilities did her familiar have that might save their master? It was all so fascinating to to imagine how a person would struggle to survive.
He had only been able to survey the town a little during his time here, so it was important to know the locations of the major players. However, he didn't want to push on that subject just yet. "If you could show me the location of the local library, I'd appreciate it. I love to read and I am looking for something new. If I'm lucky, I might even meet some fellow performers like myself!" A little research on the town itself could prove to be useful in making the right moves. It wasn't as though he could follow her to where she was headed. That would be far too suspicious and make this encounter void. Time and patience. All good things come to those who wait after all...and those who prepare. Contingencies needed to be made after gathering information about the various factions in Ember Grove. He could try and convert her coven all he wanted but how many would resist or die fighting? At that point, it was more efficient just to eliminate them to begin with instead of wasting resources and time.
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