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Extramundane - A Supernatural LGBT Roleplay [Full]

Hey guys gonna be taking a little break from RPG. I'll try and post when I can but it'll be kinda varied. Sorry bbs! Try not to kill my poor abandoned children<3

Extramundane - A Supernatural LGBT Roleplay [Full]

m chillin like a villain and just posting here to say that ya im alive and well. just waiting for nighttime for luce and some service for morgan maybe .3. luv ya guys <3

Pokemon: Brass Version

I'll get a post in next weekend ✌�️

Liriia's Characters

"I am merely seeking the truth, you see."

Name: Dani "Gata" Salazar
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Occupation: College Student; Forensics Major; Daycare Assistant

Skills
Gata had always dreamed of being a detective or a forensics scientist, ever since she was young. Books, countless open binders and pages, swarm her mind, with images of crime scenes and bodies plastered among the wordy parchments. She is extremely knowledgeable of the human body and seems to always catch if something is amiss with people around her. While she is no doctor, she is surely well versed in common first aid thanks to her ventures as a daycare assistant, and the one medical sciences class she took in high school. Gata is also in possession of some very keen eyes. Clues rarely fail to slip past her vision, and she always strives to find the truth, no matter the consequences. She is also skilled at caring for children, especially younger ones.

Growing up in a rather harsh Mexican city, Gata has always had to rely on her street smarts to survive. She took quite a few self defense courses in high school and college, and is bilingual, speaking both English and Spanish with relative ease. To this day she still practices slef defense and yoga, making her extremely agile and quick. She loves people, and as such has some decent communication skills. Her way of talking, though normally sweet if she likes you, can easily be swapped, though, if the group is in need of an interrogation. Gata is sharp tongued and scary when she needs to be, and those who don't wish to be cut should stay on her good side.

Flaws
Gata, despite her usually clear and bright mind, is prone to bouts of depression and anxiety. The apocalypse has left her incredibly shaken, and often spends her night sleeplessly staring at the stars or her hands, wondering how she could continue from where she is at. She has extreme break downs in some cases, though she has started to try and control them as of recently. Though she has some self defense training, Gata is extremely poor with firearms and would much rather avoid conflict than actually dive head first into a fight.

Gata has a very intense fear of storms and water and is also unable to swim. A bad experience at the beach are the reason for these phobias. While she is not the weakest girl out there, Gata isn't as strong as she would like, relying more on speed and out thinking her problems than simply pushing through them. Though her mind goes into overdrive in stressful situations, she is easily distracted, and when things don't seem to want to go her way she can become overly stubborn and bratty.

Firearm proficiency: 1, Gata has had little to no experience with firearms.

Weapons:
- Iron-bladed shovel, extremely worn and slightly rusted from age.
- Pocket knife, the blade reads Gata, and looks as though it was poorly engraved years ago.

Equipment:
- A large, dirty canvas bag
- Dozens of old books and journals, some hers and some not.
- A metal canteen, almost empty
- Many pens. Maybe too many.
- A broken watch, normally seen on her left wrist.
- Various trinkets she either found interesting or pretty.
- Fold-able winter coat
- A bloody, wrinkled picture of a class full of students and teachers.

Apparel:
Fourth Outfit

Personality:
Dani "Gata" Salazar is always smiling around other people. She smiles in the worst of situations, and laughs lightly, trying to have other join her cheerfulness as to keep them from despairing. The worst thing to do in a dire situation is to lose hope, and Dani knows this. Hope is the only thing she has left to cling to, and she grasps it tightly, smiling all the way. She finds weakness in getting angry for no reason, or crying, and thus she bottles up her emotions, keeping up her cheery mask as the world burns. As one may guess, this often leads to Gata feeling very drained or stressed, though she never reveals or tired face to anyone. No one should burden her own anxiety but herself, after all. And so, she playfully teases those she is close to, tells light jokes and old stories, and just generally tries to keep everyone's spirits up. Gata often clings to her closer friends, having a strange interest in physical contact, and likes to think of herself as a very maternal character towards them.

As true to her old, student ways, Gata is extremely curious towards things she doesn't know. She thirsts for knowledge and truths, and can often be found studying the many journals or textbooks she manages to find. Gata also keeps quite a few observation journals herself, their pages filled with details of the apocalypse and the creatures that roam the empty streets. She is somewhat sly to those she doesn't entirely trust, and can sometimes come off as a bit stand off-ish and blunt to strangers if they don't interest/feel safe to her,. Due to her severe stress and depression, Gata is prone to episodes of insomnia, and can often be found writing or reading when she can't sleep. Though she has managed to keep her break downs under control recently, sometimes the stress can get to be too much for the woman, and she will simply "shut down", curling away into a far corner where hopefully no one would find her until she feels better.

In emergency situations, Gata, through her aching head and beating heart, always tries to keep her eyes peeled for solutions and clues. Her ambitions to be a detective have never seemed to leave her mind, and with those wishes in mind she will always try to seek the truth,and the way to safety. Those who treat her badly, or those who threaten her or her friends will most likely catch a glimpse of "Interrogator Gata", the Gata with harsh eyes and cat-like grin. The Gata who's words cut like knives and who's hands seem to shake with a hidden rage. With that Gata in mind, do try to keep on her cheerful side. While she will never, ever take one's life without reason, it is best to be safe than sorry, right?

Backstory:
Dani Salazar was born and raised in Tamaulipas, Mexico, a sea side city that wasn't exactly known for having welcoming locals. Living in a small home with her useless mother, Luisa, and a tabby cat named Cielo, Dani hoped from a young age to escape the city and live in America, hopefully safe from the bullies that normally threaten her life. She also gained an interest in science and detective stories at a young age, which must be the key to her love for forensics in the future. While living in Tamaulipas, Dani often found herself getting sucked into local junior gangs by mistake, though not for the reasons you may think. They paid her, actually, to run errands and send messages, and though the jobs themselves may be somewhat fatal towards her life Dani never did like to turn down cash.

In high school, she started becoming a bit more defensive around other people, taking classes to ensure her safety all while studying twice as hard with a hope of getting into a decent college far, far away from this god awful town. Time passes, and she manages to secure a scholarship to New Mexico's State University. She waved goodbye to Mexico at the age eighteen, and hopes to never look back at that awful city behind her.

Las Cruces, the main campus at NMSU, was where she spent most her time. Dani studied her brains out, working twice as hard as students usually did, and was awarded with decent test scores and knowledge that filled her brain with bliss and her heart with pride. She found work at an old, homely day care, looking after darling children during her off days from school. The pay was great, and her co-workers were all so friendly and kind, it felt as though she had left all her worries behind in that damned city. It felt as though she was finally where she belonged.

And then everything crumpled around her. The panic started during her afternoon shift at the daycare. It happened quickly, too quickly even. She had failed to notice the thing that had staggered in, thinking it to be just one of her co-workers, but when it suddenly sprung onto a child all Hell broke loose. The door, they always left the front door open, that was the first thing Dani thought of, and her eyes traced the gleaming door way, watching in horror as two more of those things entered, attracted to the screams of the injured child beneath the first monster. She moved slowly, stunned by the sight of blood, and then quickly ran over to tear the odd being away from the first child, her breathing labored as she saw that the screams had stopped and the boy was still and quiet. Dead.

Her co-worker, a stout woman with curly hair and dark skin, started screaming at the children, telling them to get into the teacher's office, but even her cries are cut off by the second monster's teeth digging into her shoulder. Dani slowly pulled her eyes away from the dead child at her feet to stare at her co-worker, and then with sudden ambition she continued calling the children towards the office, guiding them around the carnage until the remaining seven toddlers and herself were safe behind a rattling door. She found herself unable to stand after that, her mind clouded with after images and her mouth a gap with empty air. The children were sobbing, screaming, just riling up the monsters outside the door, and Dani found herself unable to calm them. She was just. . . Useless.

Two hours later and the door wasn't about to hold anymore. Dani had managed to gain some control of herself, and after calming the children slightly she began leading them towards the very large windows to the east side of the room. The windows slid open with ease, and one by one Dani lifted the children over the sill and onto the green grass outside. The door shattered after the fourth child escaped, and Dani, feeling rushed, simply tucked the remaining children under her arms and booked it.

They didn't get far, who would have expected them too? Without a plan, or even the slightest idea off what the hell was happening, the group of children were picked off one by one. Ripped right from Dani's grasp, screaming in pain as the monster devoured them. By the time they reached any other non-zombie citizens, only Dani and two children were left. Scarred beyond belief and shaking like mad, Dani was thankful to see other breathing people, and the folks quickly took in the three remaining daycare attendees, giving them a safe place to stay for a few moments, water, and plans.

The family of four Dani had stumbled upon were all planning to head out of the city, far from the carnage that filled the streets. They all assumed that open fields would be safer than crowded towns, and after gathering up supplies and sharing names, the group of seven all crowded into a white mini-van and drove.

They survived well for the first few weeks, though good luck never seemed to last around Dani, and very soon she was all alone. The entire group had been slaughtered by bandits, bandits that simply wanted their car, and Dani barely escaped with her life. She took refuge in an abandoned cemetery, and wallowed in guilt and fear for what felt like millenniums. She wandered the rotting house that stood among the stone tablets, too terrified to move passed the gates of the cemetery, finding books and notebooks to fill her time, and eventually a buzzing radio. Whispers would sometimes emanate from the black box, speaking of survivors and a place called Haven. The name itself gave her a bit of hope, and that alone was enough to inspire her once again. Dani took whatever she could find from the cemetery house, and with new ambition set off towards Haven, hoping to find safety among other survivors, and sanity among living minds.

Other:
- "Gata" means 'Cat' in Spanish (feminine). Dani acquired this nickname in her teenage years from a close friend, who often related her to a "quick, sly kitty cat".
-She's bisexual as hell.

Liriia's Characters

Name: Inaya Saab
Age: 27
Profession/Trade: Military Medic (Trained);Therapist and Herbalist

Skills/traits:
Serene and patient can always be used to describe Inaya. Years on years of dealing with children and Pokemon alike has given the still budding doctor the patience of a nun. It takes quite a lot of complaining and whining to really push her buttons, but while she is quite calm at first it isn't unnatural to see her act a bit haughty and stubborn in certain situations. Despite that, Inaya is a hard-working, genius individual with plenty of knowledge on medical sciences and biology. She is extremely perceptive of situations, and finds it easy to stay collected and calm during stressful situations (as long as she feels she is relatively safe). Her levels of empathy seem to raise above most, and she makes for a perfect listener to those who feel stressed or mentally exhausted, and despite her cold exterior Inaya is surprisingly very selfless and caring towards those in need.

Despite all that, though, Inaya is unmistakably cold and distant to strangers and people she deems untrustworthy. She is naturally cynical, and often has trouble trusting even the youngest child at times due to these trust issues. While she is normally calm and patient, as said before, Inaya can sometimes loose herself and end up insulting those who really rattle her. She is sharp-tongued and stubborn when she doesn't even wish to be, and though she may appear intimidating and mean during the argument she quickly looses face and can fall into a slight depression after realizing how awful she had thought herself to be. Going off this, it is quite easy to tell that Inaya isn't a fan of herself. She has intense self-esteem issues and finds it hard to believe when others even attempt to compliment her. The only thing she has faith in is her medical skills. Other then that, Inaya is physically weaker compared to most, and fears failure and abandonment due to her family life.

Equipment:
-Thick leather corset (Acts as armor for chest and torso)
-Leather belts (2) holding:
~Used Pokeballs (1)
~Energy roots (2)
~Heal powder (2)
~Revival herb (1)
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-Leather shoulder bag holding:
~Basic medical supplies
~White notebooks, half full
~Brass flask
~Various potions (8)
~Provisions
~ Makeup kit
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Her weapon of choice is a baton. Though she absolutely despises fights, it is best to be armed in case of a dire situation. The baton is about the length of her forearm and heavy enough to knock the wind out of someone if swung hard enough.

Appearance:
Inaya is a girl of average looks. With tanned skin, narrow eyes, and plush lips, she could be considered a natural beauty, though that doesn't mean she goes anywhere without a thick coat of makeup to hide any imperfections. Her hair is dyed an extremely light pink, though her darker roots have begun to grow in again, and it is often tied back in a loose ponytail or bun. She has a slim, tall figure, weighing about 135 lbs and standing at about 5'6". Inaya takes pride in her appearance in most situations, but has taken a more homely approach for the mission at hand, wearing a rather simple outfit of a leather corset, her usual white coat, and striped, black and white pants. Her boots are worn and comfortable, and they were chosen due to their easy mobility.

Personality:
Inaya is a sharp woman, a sharp woman with more of an interest in peace and quiet then the rumble of the city. She strives for perfection in herself and her hobbies, and as such has quite a harsh image of herself. Though she loathes herself to the extreme, Inaya does realize her mental prowess is intensely stronger than most, and likes to think of herself as something close to a genius. That isn't enough for her, though, as Inaya is always looking for experiences to inspire and help her along her journey to help others. She isn't as perfect as she would like to be.

Though Inaya wishes to use her smarts to help others and help out the world a bit, she finds herself to be quite cynical towards people. She has trouble trusting strangers and often gives new comers the cold shoulder. She's much more akin to an emotionless doll in appearance; she is distant and vague in the way she speaks to those she doesn't trust. Getting comfortable with her freezing nature can be difficult, but once you manage to break her shell she is much more kind and decent. She is more maternal than she appears as well, and finds it to be no issue to protect those in need during dire situations. Inaya is, much like her Ralts Celty, also very empathetic towards others. She doesn't like to pity people, but she does wish to help them out by listening to their issues and figuring out why they would be feeling so glum or mad.

Inaya is quite different in a business setting, however. She acts much more professional and less distant in her office, keeping a soft smile on her face as she helps those in need, whether it be prescribing medicine for mental issues or devising herbal remedies to reduce a cough or a rash.

Inaya is very curiously interested in cute things, and has a soft spot for children and young Pokemon. She can often be found writing in one of her many journals, trying to decode a new idea she had thought up or recording new data she had discovered perhaps a few moments before. She is always looking forward to discovering new, unknown science facts while out exploring, and she hopes that this new job will introduce her to many new secrets yet unknown to her. She is curious, maybe overly so, and finds her passion to be a wish to uncover new facts for the world to see. Though her mental capabilities are strong, Inaya herself is very weak and gets winded very easily. She hates fighting, finding it much easier to talk things out rather than spill blood, and can be very stubborn at times if things don't go her way.

Background:
The daughter of a lower class family, Inaya didn't have an ideal childhood. Though her mind thirsted for knowledge and exploration, she often found herself stuck in her musty room, flipping through pages of a children's book she had read at least five hundred times before while her parents attempted to pick up the remains of their shattering relationship. From a young age Inaya knew she would have a future in science. She simply ate up whatever knowledge she could obtain, and her main motivation to pursue her dreams came from her mother. Her mother, Abalah Nagi Saab, was once a brilliant engineer, but a mistake took place sometime before Inaya was born, and many people were hurt because of it. Whether it was a faulty engine piece or a loose bolt was unknown to Inaya, her mother refused to talk about the mistake that ruined her career. Inaya, instead of prying, used her mother's anguish as inspiration towards her own goals.

Sometime during Inaya's pre-teen years, her parents split. Her father, Moham Saab, was a well-known drunk around their neighborhood, and would often verbally abuse Abalah after coming home from a night of drinking. Inaya was told once that he had been a much better man, but Abalah's mistake cost him his reputation,a nd also made him the only source of income for the house. Inaya was frightened by the thought of having someone you once loved suddenly rear up and hurt you, then leave you. The very idea of it made her shake with fear, so as a result she turned to hiding behind cold faces and embracing her emotionless attitude.

Inaya graduated high school with high marks, and found herself with a good scholarship to one of the better medical schools in the city. She studied hard, rarely finding times for partying, friends, and family, and acquired countless part time jobs to repay her remaining debts. She took up garden-keeping as a hobby, which was the birth of her eventual interest in herbal medicines, and often found herself studying psychology while glances through her medical books. Inaya took many different courses with discovering new things in mind, and one took her out to a military camp, where she was professionally trained by a military nurse and doctor. She took all of her lessons to heart, and left college with many experiences under her belt.

Sadly, Inaya found it difficult to find a stable job. Her name was well known around some of the city, a name that co-mingled with the word 'failure'. The hospitals she came to turned her away with the fear of her accidentally hurting someone like her mother, and in the end she was left with nothing more then a musty office in the middle of downtown and the remaining money from her part time jobs. And with failure looming over her head she huffed out a sigh and whispered to herself,

"Time to get to work."

She built up her office and her name, deciding to settle on a career as a therapist and herbalist for those in need. She first started off helping those for a small fee, just to build up some confidence and publicity before she started charging higher fees to keep herself afloat. She became well known as a decent therapist and an ideal, cheap medicinal herbalist.

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Pokemon

Species: Ralts
Name: Celty
Ability: Telepathy
Moves: Confusion, Growl, Heal Pulse
Dryad
Other: Celty is of bold nature and is a lot more reckless and clumsy than Inaya. He often can be found covered in scratches and bruises after exploring a new place that Inaya had found for them to enjoy together.

Species: Swablu
Name: Qutun
Ability: Natural Cure
Moves: Peck, Mist, Sing, Astonish
Stratocumulus
Other: Qutun is of a Naive nature. She is quite speedy and loves to cuddle up under Inaya's chin.

Liriia's Characters

Thin-faced, gentle, and starry-eyed, Morgan is a pretty person with many nice attributes. Standing at a mere 5'6" and weighing over 120 lbs, they are slight in appearance. Dark skin stands out well against her mostly white outfits, and a curling, black afro frames her face. Loves to wear flowing dresses and is always hesitant to go out with shoes on. Can often be found with a cigarette on her lip and long, fake nails adorning her hands.

Name: Morgana "Morgan" De Blanc
Gender: Genderfluid (She/They)
Age: 25
Home: 3032 Jean-Luc Boulevard

Orientation: Pansexual
Significant Other: None

Occult: Witch
Inherited Ability: Voodoo
Special Ability: Future Sight
Hidden Ability: Air Magic

Occupation: Works full time at an incense and candles shop, Wicks and Sticks, located on main street. Also they will at times play at Jazz bars for extra cash.

Family: The only person still alive in Morgan's family would be their father, Samuel De Blanc. Now retired from his job as a cop, Samuel lives in the poorer regions of New Orleans, right by the bayou, and Morgan offers him any support he is in need of. Though he is aware of his child's and late wife's powers, he himself is a mere human.

Personality: Morgan is the epitome of an airhead. Day-dreamy in both appearance and attitude, she wanders the streets as if half-asleep and always seems to fall asleep in particular situations. Despite this, Morgan is always ready to lend a helping hand to friends and always seems to have a glittering smile on her lips. Morgan always puts their friends first, and as such can often forget to care for herself. Sometimes she may forget to eat, other times she may go outside without a shirt, it all depends on how sleepy/lost she is that day. Though they are an airhead, Morgan is far from truly stupid, and when faced with a serious situation Morgan will attempt to find the most helpful solution.

Though she is sweet to her friends, Morgan can be considered mean-spirited to strangers who approach without reason. When annoyed she gains a much more biting persona, chewing out those she just can't find in her heart to trust at first. She also gains this abrasive nature when around the more "regal" vampires in town, as she blames their rule for the death of her mother. Besides that, she is very childish, and a trickster at heart. Those she really can't stand are often subjected to pranks and practical jokes.

While they do give off the impression of being someone who handles emotions well, underneath her cheerful, dimwitted exterior Morgan is rather distant and apathetic. She has trouble understanding when someone else is sad or hurt, and though they truly wish to help they often find that they just can't due to not understanding. She often falls into states of depression due to not understanding her own emotions. She at times feels as though she is emotionless, just a puppet on a shelf, and will seem to disconnect herself from the world by hiding in her bedroom or bathroom.

History: Born and raised in New Orleans, Morgan has always loved the rich and colorful city she grew up in. Her family was relatively well off as Elizabeth Le Blanc, her mother, ran a popular diner down on main street. They lived in a decent home and spoiled their child with books and toys whenever possible. Samuel worked most nights as a cop, so Morgan was often left home alone, not that she minded. She loved to have the house to herself, to explore the creaking floor-boarded rooms and read mom's weird books. One day, however, things went horribly wrong.

It was a Sunday, the only day the whole family had time together, and they had decided to spend a whole day outside, picnicking, adventure, until night came. It was the midsummer then, and the fireflies were plentiful. Morgan, only thirteen at the time, would sit and catch them with her father. Her mother had watched curiously, and then with a sudden grin she waved her hands slowly, wind forming and circling between her palms. The fireflies were pulled into the gentle gust, and a light show appeared within her mother's hands. It was meant to be a simple show of magic, but those watching saw it as so much more. Morgan woke up the next day to her father crying, and the living room torn up.

It was as if a wind storm had thrown everything around the room into a state of havoc. She quietly asked where mom was, and her father simply pointed towards the broken front door and nodded. Morgan locked herself in her room for three days, and on the fourth she emerged with a soft smile and tired eyes. After that, she acted as if nothing happened. High school came and went, and with no desire to attend college she went straight to work. Eventually, Morgan moved out from living with her father to stay with Azreal and Neffy.

Occult History: Morgan became aware of her abilities after her first period. She had been teetering cautiously on a step stool while searching for a book to read in her mother's study, when suddenly she twisted her ankle and fell. Instead of hitting the floor, however, she found herself carefully lowered to the earth by what could only be a gust of wind. When she explained the incident to her mother, she was met with happy tears and pats on the head. After that, Morgan was introduced to her ancestors in the cemetery, and her mother carefully explained the Le Blanc family's history.

The Le Blanc witches were voodoo masters at heart. Hexes and control was their game, and their coven was once much more plentiful and powerful in the past. Now, most have been killed due to their rule-breaking, and lay forever tormented within lavender filled graves. It was a sad tale, but Morgan took it to heart and vowed to uphold the Le Blanc name to the best of her ability.

Her precognition abilities first appeared during her last year of middle school, after the death of her mother. The scenes normally play in her dreams, and are often vague and hard to remember.

Occult Status: Seer and Coven Novice

Additional Info: Morgan has what most would call a familiar, though the pet is not used in any magical ways. Qrow is, as you might have guess, Morgan's pet crow. He is an intelligent bird who resides within her room and can often be seen flying around town. Other than that, Morgan is a talented pianist who is well known on Main Street for her jazzy melodies.

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Willowy, tall, and sharp, Luce looks as flamboyant as he truly is. He is unnaturally gorgeous, with glowing skin, deep, green eyes, and red hair that alway seems to hang over half of his face Lipstick, blush, and mascara always seem to adorn his appearance, and he can often be found wearing skirts and dresses during the hotter months. He is never seen without a pair of fashionable high heels or his favorite black, wide-rimmed sunhat.
Usual outfit

Name: Luce Oleander
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Age: 315
Home: 4660 Holden Hills
Orientation: Pansexual Aromantic
Significant Other: Countless past "lovers", none now.

Occult: Vampire
Inherited Ability: Persuasion
Special Ability: Mind Reading
Hidden Ability: Telekinesis

Occupation: Luce is the owner of Club Plasma, the most popular feeding ground for vampires!

Family: Any family Luce had remaining probably died a long, long time ago. His closer family had been killed by terrified townspeople, and Luce had barely escaped with his life.

Personality: Sinister, flamboyant, and ruthless, Luce is a perfect ruler in all sense of the word. He thirsts for power and control, and finds great enjoyment in causing trouble and hurting those who could possibly hurt him. While he isn't the strongest vampire alive, he is definitely smart enough to hold his own in New Orleans. Though he isn't at the top of the food chain yet, Luce always seems to reach for the stars, and will always attempt to one-up someone who could possibly be a threat to his title. It may be very hard to discover Luce's true blood lust, however, as when he is not prepared to make a kill or deploy a scheme, he is extremely sweet, polite, and well-spoken.

Of course, his flashing grins and sparkling eyes may give away his real self, Luce tries his best to appear as "human" as he can in front of strangers and enemies. It's hard, however, due to him being very easily agitated. He slips often when faced with annoying people or situations, and as such tries to avoid those who could possibly reveal his sparkling fangs. Usually, when faced with attractive new strangers, he flirts big time, and seems to have no respect for personal space. Despite all of the horrid things Luce is, he does have a single soft spot. Young children and animals always seem to be safe from his glaring eyes. This could be because they remind him of his past, or perhaps her merely feels that killing those who haven't experienced life yet is too cruel.

Other than that, Luce is a coward who dislikes fighting head on, and he would much rather save his own hide than someone else's. He's a brilliant cook and drink-mixer, and can often be found shopping for new clothes on main street when not working at the club.

History: Born in France to an influential vampire family, Luce was unaware of the tragedy that would strike his family. He grew up in a big castle, and spent most days playing with his younger sister or bothering the many, many servants mother and father brought in daily. He was the Oleander family's princess, and in those days he had been so happy. On his sixteenth birthday, however, their home was stormed by terrified townspeople. The many servants that had been "hired" by his parents were all truly stolen daughters and sons and wives and husbands, and the town reacted with fire and vengeance. Luce hide within the castle walls, and merely watched as his younger sister was slain by the townspeople. He barely escaped with his life, and wandered the French landscape without a plan in his mind. Eventually, somewhere at the beginning of the 19th century, he became fed up with simply wandering and with no where else to turn sneaked onto the first boat towards America.

In New Orleans, Luce found that there were many vampires to relate to, and managed to make a living by opening a club for humans and occult alike. He moved into a ritzy house, and with power on the mind he aimed his ambitions high. He was ready to live in New Orleans like a king, and he would achieve power no matter what.

Occult History: Luce was aware of his abilities from a young age, but has used them mostly without guidance and training for a few years now. He is somewhat unskilled.

Occult Status: Vampire Nobility

Additional Info: Many of the maids and servants in his home don't appear to be all there. Their eyes are dull and they barely react if someone attempts to speak to them.

Extramundane - A Supernatural LGBT Roleplay [Full]

|Morgan and Maryanne|
Maryanne's Mystic Shop to Huskers

Upon Morgan's entrance to the shop, Dianne gasped and turned to tug on Maryanne's blouse as she turned heel. "What?" Maryanne said towards Dianne then looked past her at Morgan. Her eyes looked down at Dianne with a nod then walked around the counter to give Morgan a brief hug. "We're all doing good. April problems, again. But good." She stood there with her hands clenched together and over her stomach, in a greeting manner. "So, how about you? How are have you been, hun?" Maryanne asked with a bright smile. "Oh, come." She waved her hand towards the curtain that lead to the back of the store - The stock room of some sorts. "Dianne, watch the store and call me if you need help." Maryanne said while leading Morgan towards the back, sitting down at her desk and looking up at Morgan. "So, what's up? I hope you bring good news and not bad or tragic news, Morgan." She said while leaning in her chair, folding her legs and resting her arms upon the arm rest.

Morgan smiled at the reply, nodding slightly at Dianne before following after Maryanne quietly. Her hand grappled noiselessly within her bag until the familiar, leather-bound cover of her dream journal was found. As Maryanne sat down she swayed before the desk, eyes drooping lazily down at her feet before she removed the journal from her bag,

"I'm... Not sure if it could be of use to anyone or not, yet, but it's made me rather uncomfortable." Whatever bits of it Morgan could remember, that is. She slowly flipped over to her most recent entry and placed the book on the desk, shuffling to and fro on her feet while a light smile blesses her lips, "sorry if the description is a bit, er, graphic."

The page of the journal was scribbled hastily, but Morgan's handwriting, being naturally neat, formed coherent words after just a glance. The page was half-full, and most of it contained run on sentences and some frantic punctuation and spelling. The journal begins detailing the person Morgan had seen, the tall, thin creature with fiery hair and glowing green eyes. Whether he was vampire or not wasn't clear, though Morgan assumed him to be of the occult. He was covered in blood, from head to toe, and he was standing in front of a white rose bush. His hands would travel across the roses, painting them red, and each time a rose was completely drenched he would laugh and move to the next. The person Morgan had been looking through was distressed, trying to keep quiet, but they couldn't, and eventually the person turned towards their hiding spot and grinned. The dream and the journal ended there, as abruptly as she remembered.

"This person I saw, they could be dangerous the us, right?" Morgan questioned curiously, twiddling her thumbs nervously.

Maryanne viewed Morgan with a slight raised brow as Morgan sat her journal onto the top of her desk. She leaned in with slight interest and began to look at the journal. Maryanne breathing slowed down by what she had saw in Morgan's journal and she wanted to slam it shut but then again, that would've been a bit rude to the young witch. She was completely at a lost for words and was glad to see the image finish. She leaned back into her seat again, letting Morgan's question sink into her mind before coming up with a response.

"Might be. Too hard to tell right now." Was the only thing Maryanne whispered. "But you must keep this classified and if you have any more visions like this bring them to me, pronto. Understood?" She muttered towards Morgan then stood up while straightening out her clothes. "You need to get your mind off of this, I assume. How about I treat you to lunch at Husker's?" Maryanne inquired as she loved taking care of her young witches. She grabbed her purse and slung it on her shoulder then walked back out to the main area.

"Come, Dianne. We're going to lunch." Maryanne said while walking over towards the door, locking it and putting up the sign that said that they were gone to lunch. "Come on, ladies. We can walk there, it's not far." Maryanne smiled while placing a pair of shades over her eyes and started walking down the main strip, away from her shop.

Morgan nodded upon hearing Maryanne's insight, and after quietly listening to her instructions she nodded again, gathering up her journal delicately. As she slipped the book back into her tote the older witch offering her lunch, and instantly she smiled brightly,

"Oh, that would be lovely!" She said with excitement, back straightening almost instantly as Maryanne rose from the desk. All thoughts of breakfast and work were lost as she simply imagined the delicious, free food she was about to dig into, and with a carefree smile she followed after the coven leader with a skip in her step. The walk towards the main strip was short, and the autumn breeze was rich with leaves and chilling aromas. Fall was Morgan's favorite season, not too hot and not too cool, and Samhain was just around the corner! Despite her lone wolf ways when it came to coven work, she could always find time to love holiday chanting and dancing among the tombstones.

it would be better if we could practice our skills outside of the cemetery though

The three witches eventually arrived at the front of the restaurant, and already Morgan could smell the food from within. She glanced up at Maryanne slightly, "thank you for this, by the way..."

As they neared the restaurant, Maryanne's stomach grumbled in protest. She eyed Morgan, who thanked her for lunch as she smiled. "No problem. I have to keep my witches happy, right?" She snickered a little bit while choosing a table near the window that had three chairs placed there. Maryanne raised her arm up and snapped her fingers together. "Can we get some service?" She questioned a bit loudly while looking at the lunch menu already placed on their table. She hoped not embarrass Morgan and Dianne at lunch but we shall see how things shall turn out for them.

@HushedWhispers

Extramundane - A Supernatural LGBT Roleplay [Full]

I'll definitely be around weekends! And after school if I finish up my work but once musical and drama season rolls around I may be a bit spacy.