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Prey Tell (Or Keep It To Yourself){Accepting Players!}

I'm soooo exciiited *says like Mole in Atlantis:the Lost Empire* heheheh

Prey Tell (Or Keep It To Yourself){Accepting Players!}

Neirie Sothorett

Name:
~ Neirie (Neer-ee) Sothorett (Sothe-oh-Rhett)
Age:
~ Looks 18 but she's actually around 1,100 years old

Supernatural Race:
~ Vampire

Ethnicity/Race:
~ Half Japanese, Half Scandinavian

DayDreamer

Appearance:
~ She has very pale skin naturally, though she hasn't had 'natural' anything for as long as she can remember. But her Norse/Scandinavian heritage is most likely the cause of how marble like it appeared Before she was turned.
~ Her hair is a deep black with an ever so slight blue tint to it. After she washes it it will either stay completely straight, like her mother's, or if she braids it or ties it into a tight bun it will keep a loose curl until she washes it again.
~ Against her pale skin and black hair her bright icy blue eyes stand out even in the lowest of lighting.

Icy Blue

~ She's of a somewhat smaller stature standing at only 5'3" and though her vampire abilities give her strength and speed, she's never had much in the way of muscle mass. She looks to weigh around 118lbs give or take a few.
~ She keeps her nails long and sharpened almost like an animals claws,

Armour?/Weapons?

and though she paints them for fun, they're more of a weapon than a decoration.
~ Her magical mark is a tattoo of a Lotus Moon with the Moon phases below it.

Moon Lotus

She has it placed on her chest,  or between and slightly below her breasts.

Personality:
~ When around strangers or crowds she keeps mostly quiet and to herself. Always trying to keep an eye and ear out for any dangers or suspicious activity.
But when among close friends or associates (though those may be few) she's actually quite chipper and cheerful. She'll bounce around, soft giggles on her breath.
Don't think that that means she couldn't tear you limb from limb though, if she needed to. And she would do it with either a completely blank face, or a maddening Cheshire grin.

History:
~ Neirie was born to a Japanese mother and a Nordic 'merchant' father around the year 900. It was so long ago, she doesn't care or try to remember exactly anymore.
In truth her father was of the Viking variety, from somewhere near Uppsala. His family and fellow warriors made long journeys into Russia and Europe to ravage towns for unique spices, ingredients, materials, And slaves.
Upon one of their trips they came across merchant caravans. Her father took several of them for various uses. Some to trade or sell, some for chores like cooking and cleaning. But one, whom he took to trade, was different.
At first she seemed similar to other women he had taken from the caravan. But even after weeks back at his village, he could tell the other women seemed to shun her.
As it were they were from the 'Mainland'. And she was not.
A few years passed and as she grew close to Rorik, she learned his language and he in turn learned of her homeland. A beautiful large island with mountains, and trees like he'd never even heard of before. She told him of their traditions, rich foods and silks, of their warriors. It all made him want to aquire this great island. But he and his men would have to go farther than they ever had before.
Rorik, Nagi (as he had learned to call her) and some of Rorik's men, set out for the great island, trekking across the harsh environments or Russia and Europe. But as her father had learned more he fell in love.
Weeks after they had set out it became apparent that Nagi was with child. They were still months from reaching anything close to civilized and the more they traveled the weaker Nagi appeared to become.
After weeks of arguments with the other men, they agreed to help them build a shelter and move on. Still in hopes they could find this grand island even without Nagi's 'help'.
Back home Nagi had been trained to use a bow and had become quite skilled after Rorik helped her even more. They had found a quiet area to build near a small waterfall and pond. They had fresh water, fish and many wild beasts to hunt and eat. Though Rorik tried to keep up training however possible, the months passed easily it seemed.
Even though all the women had continued on with the warriors, Nagi had a long, but easy enough birth.
And so Neirie was born.
Several years passed in the valley they had called home, winters came and passed, some extremely harsh, others gentle though snowy. They had found mountain goats for milk, and continued to hunt and fish. Neirie learned all she could on how to survive. Bow hunting and gardening from her mother, fishing and how to keep strong and agile from her father.
Though her parents never saw the warriors that had left them again, they always wondered if they had made it to that grand island. And Rorik, getting older, wondered if they should leave their makeshift home, though a truly beautiful little paradise in itself, and try to at least make it to the island.
After a few more years. They decided to leave. About 4 months into Neirie's 18th year they packed what small belongings they had. And started to travel East. Not to conquer or attack the island as Rorik had once dreamed, but to perhaps find a paradise to live out their lives.
And then winter hit. Rorik had never been this far into the Russ lands.
One night in particular the blowing winds and icy snow drove them into a small cave like area. They decided to try and rest out the night.
As they slept though, their worst nightmare crept upon their sleeping bodies. Almost as quickly as lightening flashing, Rorik screamed out in shock. But only for a few seconds before a seemingly small figure dropped his lifeless body to the ground. Nagi and Neirie had both awoken, but lay frozen in shock and fear as they stared at the body of the man they loved.
Nagi suddenly tore into a rage and grabbed the nearest sharp object she could get her hand on. She nimbly threw herself right against the small figure, and slammed the object directly into it's chest.
Nothing moved. Neirie hadn't taken her eyes off the face of the small figure and a cruel grin scrambled across it's face. As her mother's body fell to the floor, a rage like nothing she had felt before swelled up inside her. She slowly stood to her feet, her black hair covering her face but her icy blue stare glaring from behind the strands
"So it seems i won't be able to kill you."
The bloody smile on the seemingly frail husk of a body twitched ever so slightly.
The body suddenly flashed away and appeared directly beside Neirie, facing the opposite way.
A harsh rattling voice came from the body "No, I'm afraid not."
Neirie kept her eyes forward, trembling ever so softly.
"How did you get this kind of power? It doesn't seem... Natural."
Neirie was barely able to think straight let alone realize this entire being was unnatural seeing as how it could hold a conversation with her no matter what language she spoke.
"You aren't afraid little human?"
The creature had disappeared and appeared again practically on top of her, breathing directly onto her neck.
Neirie tried to keep the shiver she felt down here spine as unnoticeable as possible.
"I just want to know how you got that power, i want it... For myself."
"So i can destroy you", She thought inwardly.
The creature laughed, though it sounded more like an animal dying.
"Well my little Darling. I suppose its time i had some help around the house."
Before Neirie could figure out what it meant, it dug its teeth deep into her neck. As she slowly sunk to the floor, her parents bodies were the last images burned into her vision.
She doesn't know how long she was asleep. It could have been hours, days, years even. All she knew is she wasn't expecting to wake up again. Ever. As she awoke and climbed out of a huge pillow filled bed, confusion was all she could muster.
She wandered around large corridors and hallways, for hours it seemed,
when she finally came to a large wooden door. Fearing she wouldn't be able to push it open, she firmly pressed her hands against it and pushed. The entire door, hinges and all went flying across the stone floor. While staring in blank shock a small figure came from the shadows.
"We're going to have to work on that Deary", the small husk from the cave came closer.
A snarl appeared on Neirie's face and as she was about to tackle the figure, it disappeared and reappeared next to her.
"Ah ah ah, Deary. Not yet. You'll get your chance one day, i assure you. But until then i have to make sure you're worthy to try and take me out. If you want my power, my abilities. You're going to have to learn. Only then will i let you try and take what's left of my life."
And so Neirie's training began. Years of meditation, fighting, honing her abilities. And years of planning, seeking the means to truly kill the man who took everything from her. While learning everything she could from him at the same time. Her first few hunts were difficult. And for the first 600 years or so she refused to hunt anything but animals. But then, around 1500, her master took her to the city. She had never seen so many humans, or lights and lanterns, or anger and disgust. Her head hurt so badly she couldn't leave the inn they stayed in for the first 3 days. And then as she wandered outside, she could smell fear and horror. So she followed it. As she turned a dark corner where any other normal person would have struggled to see what was happening. She noticed two men attacking a much smaller person. Are first she wasn't sure why they were fighting, and she didn't really want to get evolved, but as she turned away to leave, the sudden smell of pheromones coming from the men and the certain smell of fear coming from what she now realized was a small woman set her anger ablaze.
Her bright icy blue eyes turned a bright pink and her seemingly frail body disappeared from the alley and reappeared right next to the men.

Icy Pink

Not having realized she had been in the alley at all the men continued to hold the woman and rip more clothing from her body. One of the man's hands was gripped tightly around the woman's mouth as they struggled, but when Neirie teleported to their side the woman's eyes widened in surprise.
One softly spoken word came from Neirie's lips.
"Stop". The men paused for a moment wondering how such a small person could have snuck upon them so easily. One laughed as the other continued ravaging the woman. One man reached with his hand to push the small girl standing next to them. Within a blink of the woman's eyes Neirie grabbed the mans hand, flipped him over and tore out his throat. Followed by grabbing the other man around the neck and sinking her teeth into his jugular. As she took her fill all she could think of was, i didn't mean to drink, or kill. I just wanted them to stop.
As she dropped the second mans dead body onto the ground she turned to the woman. Reaching out her hand, Neirie's face was almost childlike, she thought, as a smile spread across her face. The woman let out a piercing shriek as she tried to scuttled away, screaming Monster! Freak! As Neirie stayed where she was, hand still outstretched a puzzled look crept across her face. Her icy blue eyes shining normal again.
She was only trying to help? What on earth was wrong with this woman.
Suddenly, from a shadow nearby, a figure dropped onto the woman and her screaming stopped.
"No!" Neirie shouted as her master finished the woman off.
"Why? She'd done nothing wrong. She. She was only afraid?" A snarl crept across her lips in frustration.
"Because, My Deary. If they fear us, then they know about us, and if they know about us, they start to hunt us. All they are is fodder. Be a good Deary and go back to the hotel. We'll leave in the morning." He began teleporting the bodies to a nearby river. As he grabbed the last body another small word came from Neirie's lips "No".
Her master stopped, the womans body still dangling in his arms and he laughed. "No? What are you still hungry? " he threw the womans body onto the ground in front of Neirie.
"No. I will no longer obey you. I will no longer let you hurt innocents."
Her master began laughing hysterically in that gruesome noise. He teleported beside her and shoved his nose against her cheek.
"What are You going to do about it?"
Neirie's mind began to race. She was strong, but not nearly strong enough to kill her master. Not yet. But could she get away? Where would she go, who could she trust. No one and nowhere. Everything she knew, everyone was through her master. As her mind spun a million miles a second it suddenly stopped.
Sensing something was different, her master teleported directly in front of her in time to see a cruel Cheshire grin crawl across her face.
"I'll be back. I'll find you when I've learned enough. Become strong enough to finally destroy you. Until then. Just watch your back." And she disappeared.
Her master tried everywhere he knew of. Searched and sought. But for a very long time, it was as if she actually disappeared.
She had decided to spend awhile in the only home she had truly had. Back in the little valley, next to the waterfall and pond.
After several years she began traveling again. Searching for someone to train her enough to destroy her master.
She heard of Gravette and decided there might be a good place to start.

Strengths:
~ As is normal with most vampires all her senses are heightened. Speed, strength, agility, sight, smell, hearing, endurance.

Weaknesses:
~ She has typical weakness to fire and pure silver objects. However she never understood where the idea of being weak to Garlic came from. She never had an issue. Though she had noticed it become an issue only In the last 600 years or so. Maybe it was a condition of a certain Sire? Or perhaps just a condition of newer vampires, Being so far down the line. She's not sure. But she enjoys garlic. In fact she LOVES garlic. Its one of the few things she can actually Taste. She rarely if ever Eats human food. But when she does she also asks for whatever it is to be smothered in Garlic.
Other weaknesses include her feelings towards the weak. If someone were to use that to say fake an attack so they could get her close. She would try to help someone in trouble first.
Her master. Though she actually never learned his 'name' she knows he is ancient and powerful. She also knows it is for sure, or was at one point a He.

Stance:
~ Inactive/uncaring. As far as vampires or super natural beings as a whole she doesn't care. She isn't really for or against them. She'll try to protect innocent humans if she comes across it. But she doesn't go out searching to stop supernatural beings or save humans. But if it comes to her Master. She will try to destroy him. And anyone who tries to get in her way. And she's not against supernatural beings in general because she knows she needs to learn more from them and that there is a lot of 'good' beings out there too.

Special Power/Skill:
~ She learned the power of teleportation from her master, as well as, almost, completely masking her presence. Regular vampires are hard to detect yes. But she learned to specifically hide her vampire scent from almost anyone. Her supernatural presence of course cannot go unnoticed. But her 'blood' scent is difficult to detect except by the older, more experienced of supernatural beings. She learned to do so to try and hide her specific scent from her master, or at least the fact that she's a 1,000+ year old vampire. Other super naturals can sense her or her basics movements enough to know she's not normal. Especially if her tattoo is viewable, but what or who exactly she is would take a lot more practice and patience.
~ Though her skills in archery were mostly gained during her human years, she kept up with them during all her supernatural years. Having better senses as a vampire only made her love for archery grow. And she became even more skilled.
She owns a compact, compound bow that she carries in quickly attachable pieces in her Batpack.

Batpack

Along with compact arrows. She cannot in fact turn into a bat, but she wears the backpack like wings, and she can teleport. *shrugs* 
~ After her long stint of centuries alone, Neirie wandered around civilization quietly for a few years. As she had been old enough to remember stories of the beautiful island her mother hailed from and her parents wishes to travel there before they were killed by her Master, she decided to make a journey there after her last century spent alone.
It was around the mid 1900's and she spent several years working, learning and training in a small dojo she had wandered across. She learned the language and writing of her mothers homeland as well as some artistic novelties. Manga was beginning to boom and she became in love with doodling sketches of her own quite often. She carries around a medium sized sketch book and a few pens and pencils in her Batpack. The notebook is filled with several pages of scribbles and some fairly finished looking work. She's only shared it with the person who taught her to read and write (as well as the fundamentals to draw) and only takes it out when highly stressed or when relaxing. Her art can appear very different depending on her emotions at the time.

Other:
~ Whenever she becomes extremely angry or emotional, or if its been a crucial amount of time since she's fed, her eyes will start to change from an icy blue to a bright pink.

Getting Hungry

She's never noticed it happen and no ones really mentioned it to her. So she actually doesn't know it happens.
~ Her teleportation is usually instant. And though she usually has to have been to that location before, she has once or twice teleported to places she's 'seen' rather than physically 'been to' before. But that rarely ever occurs.
~ Though she is Inactive/Uncaring in the overall war. If she see's or senses an innocent human being attacked, whether by another human or supernatural. She will try and stop it.
Doesn't matter if they're just feeding or what have you. If she's within sensing distance. And the creature being attacked its helpless or innocent. She will first try to stop the attacker/pursuer. If her last choice is to kill, or the attacker/pursuer will not respond to her or explain. She will go into 'beast mode'. All that can be said is no one has gotten away from her unscathed, once she's entered that mode.

~ For more pictures of Neirie and her style as well as some of her 'doodles' =
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Blackharbour

Elexene Sothorett

~ Chapter I ~

The External

Name:
~ Elexene ( El-ex-een ) Sothorett ( Sothe-oh-Rhett )
Her best friend calls her Lex but she refuses to go by Lexi "because there's no i's in my name" (6 year old Lex).

Lex

Age:
~ 24

Birthday:
~ Halloween

Gender:
~Female

Country of Origin:
~ U.K.

Physical Description:

Lazy Day

~ Elexene is fairly average in height, standing at just about 5'6".
~ Her weight being a little on the smaller side varies between 120-130lbs. She tries to keep herself fit, so has lean muscle throughout her body. It also helps her stay quick on her feet.
~ She tends to keep nocturnal hours, especially with the onset of insomnia after her parents death, so her skin always stays a creamy pale moon color. Like her mothers favorite tea after she'd add cream to it.
~ She's 24 but she barely looks over 18. Especially when she goes without makeup.
~ Her eyes are a dark reddish, amber brown that can almost look red in the right lighting. Though she rarely gets severely angry, the few people who have witnessed it say her eyes almost seemed to blaze aglow.

Aglow

~ Her hair is as black as a starless night and very long. It reaches all the way to her lower calves. She'll often braid it or tie it with thick ribbon near the end.
~ Lex spends every night tending the bar. So she really only has a few outfits. More than half being pajamas. Her work attire usually consists of some type of thick strapped tank top. With sometimes a light leather trench jacket or very loose, off the shoulder, long sleeved shirts and sweaters overtop.
~ She mix and matches with her black cargo shorts, black skorts (skirt over top of thin material, spandex/polyester like shorts), or black faded jeans.
~ Most often you'll see her wearing some form of red boot. Whether it be ankle high mud boots, or suede thigh highs. If its red and a type of boot. She loves it.
~ She sometimes wears arm sleeves made of a thin light material, that comes to her wrist at one end and just under her shoulder at the other. Over that she wears red or black fingerless biker gloves and sometimes spiked elbow guards.


Physical Disabilities/Scars:
~ She has a large crooked X like scar across her back. Mostly in the region of her shoulder blades. Attained from her parents 'car accident'.

~ Chapter II ~

The Internal

Psychological Profile:
~ She's rather shy and quiet for how strong she is. Her best friend says its because she had bad experiences from the foster care they both grew up in. But Lex would never tell you that herself.
She never talks to anyone but her best friend Marci about anything serious or personal. Some say its due to traumas she experienced when little, her parents death, foster care. But she also seems very polite and cheerful when tending customers at the bar she owns with her friend.
So no ones really sure where her mind is. Even the psychologists assigned to her after her parents death couldn't get anything worthwhile out of her.

Mental Disabilities:
~ She suffers from Severe Panic Attacks when riding in motor vehicles and during severe thunderstorms. She can ride trains and go on boats but prefers to ride her motorbike if going anywhere of a distance.
"She can ride motorcycles but freaks at cars?" you say. She can ride HERS, yes. Marci and her built it together. So its different.
Regular rain doesn't really affect her, especially if she's indoors. But during severe storms with harsh winds, bright flashes and loud earth and nerve rattling thunder? Marci has to have a pair of noise canceling headphones and somewhere isolated to outside lights or noises to put her. Usually with something to watch and Bulla clenched to her chest.
Which is one of the reasons they decided to stay and build the bar in the building downstairs that her parents had given her in the southern central district.
It never rains.

With Bulla

Likes:
~ Her motorcycle, her best friend Marci, her stuffed bear Bulla she's had since before her parents died, Whiskey and Rum, red boots, bartending, creating new mixed drinks (like her Butter finger, root beer, and peanut butter whiskey shake), kick boxing.

Dislikes:
~ Passenger Motor Vehicle's, super humid nights, bad thunderstorms, super loud crude people, anyone hurting her friend.

Fears & Phobias:
~ Car rides, thunderstorms, being abandoned and left completely alone.

Trauma:
~ When she was almost 5 her parents were taking a drive on a tour of the entirety of BlackHarbour. They had just moved here and wanted to see everything it had to offer. She doesn't remember how long they were driving, or where they were exactly. She remembers it was dark. And seemingly out of nowhere a large, crashing thunderstorm came upon them. The wind and rain was so frantic, her father had to pull over to keep safe. She remembers her parents getting out of the car to take care of something, to try and fix something. And then she remembers waking up in the hospital with a large scar on her back.
All the doctors told her she was brave. That she was strong. That she had been in a car accident.... That her parents had not survived... The car accident.
She had no family, no friends to take care of her. All she had was some property in her name, that she couldn't have until she was 18.
Her second trauma was her later foster care years. Ever since she turned 13 things began to become much more difficult. But you'll have to find out what exactly happened from her. If she'll ever tell you.

Secrets:
~ She doesn't remember everything about the night her parents died. But she knows it wasn't a 'car accident' and she knows that's not what gave her the scar. She doesn't know what happened exactly. But she knows its not what she was told.
She's only ever told one living soul the truth about what happened to her in foster care. Her best friend, Marci. And only because she was there for a lot of it and helped.

Hobbies:
~ She's practiced tai kwan do and karate since the age of 8, and fought in less than legit fight groups as a kick boxer for a couple years in her late teens. One of the reasons she's also the bar's bouncer.

~ She loves to experiment with new drink mixes. Whether trying new popular recipes or looking like a witch over her cauldron creating new concoctions. She spends much of her free time (or slow hours at the bar) trying new things.
~ Since she spent many of her teenage years making meals for herself and Marci, she picked up quite a bit about how to make cheap meals delicious. She likes to think it was in her genes as her mom was a popular chef back home. But who knows.
She tries to learn new recipes for food as well as drinks. But she doesn't spend even half the time she spends on drinks and kick boxing training.

Outlook on Life:
"I guess," she said softly but cheerily, " i guess so long as I'm here, and my friend is here, and we're both happy... And safe. I guess i just want to keep up my training so i can stay strong enough to protect people. And so long as i can keep creating new things. Well then i guess life's pretty great. "

Would they return a shopping trolley if nobody was around to see them do it?: (The most important question.)
~ Yes. Yes she would.

~ Chapter III ~

The Spirit

Religion:
~ She doesn't necessarily believe in any certain god(s) or not. She thinks there most likely is Something bigger or more powerful out there. She just isn't sure as to what that is exactly.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in that which they worship?:
~ 3 or 4?

On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in themselves?:
~ Between 6-8. Depends on the situation.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in others?:
~ Marci 9, anyone else 1-3

What would it take to convince them to kill an innocent person?:
~ I'm not quite sure you could get her to that point. She'd more likely give up her own life if she was sure if would help. Otherwise she'd fight to the end.

Would they ever resort to cannibalism in a desperate situation?:
~ It would have to be REALLY desperate.

Would they ever resort to cannibalism in a non-desperate situation?:
~ Nope.

Does your character enjoy inflicting pain upon others, or having pain inflicted upon them?:
~ Well... I suppose that somewhat depends... She truly enjoys fighting. In sport. But would she willingly just fight someone to hurt them or just to inflict pain? No. But she does enjoy a Good fight.

Kick Boxing

Has your character ever committed any crimes? If so, what were they? How severe?:
~ Mostly just participating in illegal underground fights for a couple years when she was 17-19. She was never caught, and never killed anyone, but she did enter them to try her skills. She always put the winnings towards the bar and their home.

Does your character consider themselves a sinner?:
~ In the more simple form of the word. She doesn't think she's 'bad' or 'evil'. But she doesn't think she's an angel by any means.

Why?:
~ Because of the things she's done or had to do to survive. The fact that she has hurt people when she didn't Need or Have to.

If the world ended, or was about to end, what would they do?:
~ She'd try to protect and help those she could but otherwise she would focus on herself and her friend and try to keep them safe as long as possible.

Would they like to be a Hero?:
~ Yes and no. If it happened where she was put in a situation of either doing something and so being a hero. Or doing nothing and helping no one. She would do it to protect or save. But just wanting to be or trying to become a Hero? No.

~ Chapter IV ~

The Past and Future

Biography:
~ When she was almost 5 her mother Ellen (from London) and her father Alex (from Glasgow, where they currently lived) decided to move to BlackHarbour. Her mother had been a chef and her father owned a restaurant in Glasgow. Lex was named as a mix of their names.
After hearing and then learning about the Black Shell delicacy, they sold their restaurant and home and bought a house and the small building below it. It sat along the the North side of the man made river, in the Southern Central District. They had enough to buy it outright and planned to build a small but fancy restaurant/bar in the building underneath their 2 bedroom home that sat above.
Being that she wasn't 5 yet, she doesn't remember much of the details of the move. She remembers a long ship ride to the ports in BlackHarbour. She remembered sitting in their new car for a long time as people and her parents moved the few items they had moved from home. They would go shopping for new things tomorrow, her father had said. She remembered holding as tightly as possible to Bulla, her stuffed bear the entire day.
Later that night after eating dinner at a local restaurant for BlackShells, they went on their driving tour.
After waking up in the hospital and being told her parents had died, she fell into a very quiet place for many years. The only solace or thing she had to remember her parents by was Bulla, who was somehow by her side when she awoke that night in the hospital.
She thankfully came across a fairly kind family her first few years in foster care and was able to stay in BlackHarbour. She spent until the age of 13 in Central District. She was the youngest of three, the other two being boys and the oldest being the families actual son.
Puberty hit around 13 and almost overnight Lex seemed to become a Full and grown woman. Much to her eldest brothers interest.

Woman

Lex doesn't mention it to anyone except her best friend. There were court dates, and fights, and eventually she ended up bouncing from family to family. Adding insults to injuries. Until age 15. Which is when she met her best friend in the world. Marcilla or Marci. She was one of the other children in the last round of homes she was in. Finally she had someone to stand up with her. That helped her to 'fight back'.
Right after Lex turned 17 they became emancipated and began life on the fly. They stayed different places and worked different odd jobs.
Since Lex had been training off and on since she was 8 (the first family she was with paid for her to take different lessons) Marci introduced her to the underground fighting. They used the money to rent motels to live in and for food.
Then Lex turned 18. After a couple months a man in a suit found her while she was serving at a local pub.
After a few hours long discussion. And bumping out some kinks. She was handed the keys to her home and the building below.
Somehow, her parents had put the building in her name, to be handed to her, in the event of their deaths, so long as she was over 18.
Marci and her moved in immediately and began to spruce the place up. After several ideas for the building below they came to a decision.
They would run a bar.
They call it Seventh Haven.
;3

Seventh Haven Inside

It was just enough into the Southern Central District, but still close enough to the City Center and City Northside that it was a hub for beach fans, city slicks, and some college students who lived in the city. As well as a few occasional Portside regulars to make it in. The friends live upstairs so they never have to worry about late night trips to the motorcycle or home.

Seventh Haven

Its a 2 bedroom loft type home with a balcony and a patio for the bar that hangs just along the water. Marci will have guys over every now and then but they'll usually hang out in the bar most of the time.

Now days she makes small dishes for customers, makes badass drinks and kicks anyone's butt who messes with Marci, the bar, or her good customers.
She had a very nice regular she was beginning to become fond of, even if it was just as someone who provided good conversation, as well as good tips. He had started coming in more often, though he seemed a bit distracted the last couple night's he'd come in. She hadn't gotten out of him why when he suddenly stopped coming in all together. Though it saddened her, she figured it was just life, or a women, and tried her best to put it behind her.

If your character could live a perfect life, what would that life be?:
~ Honestly she feels as if she's living pretty perfect right now. Yeah sometimes they're worried they spent too much on different liquors so the light bill may be late. But she keeps her own hours, gets to create new small dishes for her regulars to try. New drinks to make and she'll occasionally join a fight once and awhile. Her friend is happy, though a bit too flirty with the bar customers sometimes, but happy all in all.

~ Chapter V ~

Blood Bonds

What is your character's relationship like with their immediate family?:
~ Both her parents are deceased, she has no siblings and as far as she knows no aunts or uncles. She never knew her grandparents or if they are even still alive.

How many friends does your character feel as if they have?:
~ Marci, and there's about 4 regulars at the bar she feels close to. One of those being the gentleman who has seemingly disappeared from the bar scene.

What's your character's relationship with the town of Blackharbour?:
~ It's honestly all she's ever known. Or at least all she remembers.

~ Chapter VI ~

The Supernatural

Has your character ever seen ghosts or worse?:
~ Not that she remembers. She knows something terrible and crazy happened that night. That something or someone killed her parents. And she knows they weren't in a car accident. But what really killed them? And what really left a huge scar on her back? She's never been sure of.

Does your character believe in the supernatural?:
~ Its basically the same as her religious 'beliefs'. She doesn't technically believe in specific or certain supernatural things or creatures. But she doesn't totally think All those things are fake.

Has your character ever been to Blackharbour's Lighthouse?:
~ It wasn't something she remembered seeing on her parents tour. It may have been where they were headed when the storm hit. But she's never been sure Where it happened. Since their deaths she hasn't made any trips to the lighthouse or beyond for that matter.

Has your character ever eaten any Blackshells? If so, how often?:
~ Not often in her recent years. She had them a few times when she was little. Her mum being a chef she would always make Lex weird or unique dishes to try. Lex was fond of all kinds of strange foods growing up and she continued to have weird tastes as she got older. Over the last few years she had them about 3 times. Like any young adult eating a delicacy, it was a thing for unique celebrations or birthdays. Like lobster or caviar.
A few months ago she was able to put some fight money towards a small amount. She wanted to try to use some in a recipe for a unique new dish. It turned out well.

Has your character ever seen someone jump from the Leap of Faith?:
~ No. She's never really been near the part of town.

Has your character ever gone to jump from the Leap of Faith?:
~ She honestly thought about it when she heard of it around the age of 14. But then she met her friend a little while later.

Has your character ever seen the ghost of Old Rowan?:
~ Not that she knows of.

~ Chapter VIII ~

Miscellaneous

This is where you can put things that wouldn't fit anywhere else, or more things you want to add in.
Favourite song? Favourite colour or season? It's up to you what gets put here.
Consider this the final slice of your human canvas.
Mmm human caanvass. Yummm. I mean *cough cough*
Also for a more precise location of their bar:

Bar

I kept this merely because 8 is my favorite number... And there is no section 7 for me ;3

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In all Honesty i wasn't sure how to handle the garlic thing. IF you'd like to make it to where perhaps its a condition of newer vampires, I'd be down with that. Or maybe it was from a certain sire and only came down through vampires after them. I didn't mean to make it so all vampires were that way. I've just always liked my Vampires to actually adore Garlic. So. If you want to keep it so other vampires Are allergic then i can add something about that in mine if you'd like! I don't want All vamps to be different cuz of me!
I sowwy!
Also I'll happily edit that its just the specific blood or 'vampire' scent she is able to hide better. Then she still shows up or smells like supernatural, but can just hide her specifics more? If that works! :3

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Name: Neirie (Neer-ee) Sothorett (Sothe-oh-Rhett)

Neirie

Age: Looks 18 but she's actually around 1,100 years old
Supernatural Race: Vampire

DayDreaming

Ethnicity/Race: Half Japanese, Half Scandinavian

Appearance:
She has very pale skin naturally, though she hasn't had 'natural' anything for as long as she can remember. But her Norse/Scandinavian heritage is most likely the cause of how marble like it appeared Before she was turned. Her hair is a deep black with an ever so slight blue tint to it. After she washes it it will either stay completely straight, like her mother's, or if she braids it or ties it into a tight bun it will keep a loose curl until she washes it again.
Against her pale skin and black hair her bright icy blue eyes stand out even in the lowest of lighting.

Icy Blue

She's of a somewhat smaller stature standing at only 5'3" and though her vampire abilities give her strength and speed, she's never had much in the way of muscle mass. She looks to weigh around 118lbs give or take a few.
She keeps her nails long and sharpened almost like an animals claws,

Armour/Weapons

and though she paints them for fun, they're more of a weapon than a decoration.
Her magical mark is a tattoo of a Lotus Moon with the Moon phases below it.

Moon Lotus

She has it placed on her chest,  or between and slightly below her breasts.

Personality:
When around strangers or crowds she keeps mostly quiet and to herself. Always trying to keep an eye and ear out for any dangers or suspicious activity.
But when among close friends or associates (though those may be few) she's actually quite chipper and cheerful. She'll bounce around, soft giggles on her breath.
Don't think that that means she couldn't tear you limb from limb though, if she needed to. And she would do it with either a completely blank face, or a maddening Cheshire grin.

History:
Neirie was born to a Japanese mother and a Nordic 'merchant' father around the year 900. It was so long ago, she doesn't care or try to remember exactly anymore.
In truth her father was of the Viking variety, from somewhere near Uppsala. His family and fellow warriors made long journeys into Russia and Europe to ravage towns for unique spices, ingredients, materials, And slaves.
Upon one of their trips they came across merchant caravans. Her father took several of them for various uses. Some to trade or sell, some for chores like cooking and cleaning. But one, whom he took to trade, was different.
At first she seemed similar to other women he had taken from the caravan. But even after weeks back at his village, he could tell the other women seemed to shun her.
As it were they were from the 'Mainland'. And she was not.
A few years passed and as she grew close to Rorik, she learned his language and he in turn learned of her homeland. A beautiful large island with mountains, and trees like he'd never even heard of before. She told him of their traditions, rich foods and silks, of their warriors. It all made him want to aquire this great island. But he and his men would have to go farther than they ever had before.
Rorik, Nagi (as he had learned to call her) and some of Rorik's men, set out for the great island, trekking across the harsh environments or Russia and Europe. But as her father had learned more he fell in love.
Weeks after they had set out it became apparent that Nagi was with child. They were still months from reaching anything close to civilized and the more they traveled the weaker Nagi appeared to become.
After weeks of arguments with the other men, they agreed to help them build a shelter and move on. Still in hopes they could find this grand island even without Nagi's 'help'.
Back home Nagi had been trained to use a bow and had become quite skilled after Rorik helped her even more. They had found a quiet area to build near a small waterfall and pond. They had fresh water, fish and many wild beasts to hunt and eat. Though Rorik tried to keep up training however possible, the months passed easily it seemed.
Even though all the women had continued on with the warriors, Nagi had a long, but easy enough birth.
And so Neirie was born.
Several years passed in the valley they had called home, winters came and passed, some extremely harsh, others gentle though snowy. They had found mountain goats for milk, and continued to hunt and fish. Neirie learned all she could on how to survive. Bow hunting and gardening from her mother, fishing and how to keep strong and agile from her father.
Though her parents never saw the warriors that had left them again, they always wondered if they had made it to that grand island. And Rorik, getting older, wondered if they should leave their makeshift home, though a truly beautiful little paradise in itself, and try to at least make it to the island.
After a few more years. They decided to leave. About 4 months into Neirie's 18th year they packed what small belongings they had. And started to travel East. Not to conquer or attack the island as Rorik had once dreamed, but to perhaps find a paradise to live out their lives.
And then winter hit. Rorik had never been this far into the Russ lands.
One night in particular the blowing winds and icy snow drove them into a small cave like area. They decided to try and rest out the night.
As they slept though, their worst nightmare crept upon their sleeping bodies. Almost as quickly as lightening flashing, Rorik screamed out in shock. But only for a few seconds before a seemingly small figure dropped his lifeless body to the ground. Nagi and Neirie had both awoken, but lay frozen in shock and fear as they stared at the body of the man they loved.
Nagi suddenly tore into a rage and grabbed the nearest sharp object she could get her hand on. She nimbly threw herself right against the small figure, and slammed the object directly into it's chest.
Nothing moved. Neirie hadn't taken her eyes off the face of the small figure and a cruel grin scrambled across it's face. As her mother's body fell to the floor, a rage like nothing she had felt before swelled up inside her. She slowly stood to her feet, her black hair covering her face but her icy blue stare glaring from behind the strands
"So it seems i won't be able to kill you."
The bloody smile on the seemingly frail husk of a body twitched ever so slightly.
The body suddenly flashed away and appeared directly beside Neirie, facing the opposite way.
A harsh rattling voice came from the body "No, I'm afraid not."
Neirie kept her eyes forward, trembling ever so softly.
"How did you get this kind of power? It doesn't seem... Natural."
Neirie was barely able to think straight let alone realize this entire being was unnatural seeing as how it could hold a conversation with her no matter what language she spoke.
"You aren't afraid little human?"
The creature had disappeared and appeared again practically on top of her, breathing directly onto her neck.
Neirie tried to keep the shiver she felt down here spine as unnoticeable as possible.
"I just want to know how you got that power, i want it... For myself."
"So i can destroy you", She thought inwardly.
The creature laughed, though it sounded more like an animal dying.
"Well my little Darling. I suppose its time i had some help around the house."
Before Neirie could figure out what it meant, it dug its teeth deep into her neck. As she slowly sunk to the floor, her parents bodies were the last images burned into her vision.
She doesn't know how long she was asleep. It could have been hours, days, years even. All she knew is she wasn't expecting to wake up again. Ever. As she awoke and climbed out of a huge pillow filled bed, confusion was all she could muster.
She wandered around large corridors and hallways, for hours it seemed,
when she finally came to a large wooden door. Fearing she wouldn't be able to push it open, she firmly pressed her hands against it and pushed. The entire door, hinges and all went flying across the stone floor. While staring in blank shock a small figure came from the shadows.
"We're going to have to work on that Deary", the small husk from the cave came closer.
A snarl appeared on Neirie's face and as she was about to tackle the figure, it disappeared and reappeared next to her.
"Ah ah ah, Deary. Not yet. You'll get your chance one day, i assure you. But until then i have to make sure you're worthy to try and take me out. If you want my power, my abilities. You're going to have to learn. Only then will i let you try and take what's left of my life."
And so Neirie's training began. Years of meditation, fighting, honing her abilities. And years of planning, seeking the means to truly kill the man who took everything from her. While learning everything she could from him at the same time. Her first few hunts were difficult. And for the first 600 years or so she refused to hunt anything but animals. But then, around 1800, her master took her to the city. She had never seen so many humans, or lights, or anger and disgust. Her head hurt so badly she couldn't leave the hotel they stayed in for the first 3 days. And then as she wandered outside, she could smell fear and horror. So she followed it. As she turned a dark corner where any other normal person would have struggled to see what was happening. She noticed two men attacking a much smaller person. Are first she wasn't sure why they were fighting, and she didn't really want to get evolved, but as she turned away to leave, the sudden smell of pheromones coming from the men and the certain smell of fear coming from what she now realized was a small woman set her anger ablaze.
Her bright icy blue eyes turned a bright pink and her seemingly frail body disappeared from the alley and reappeared right next to the men.

Icy Pink

Not having realized she had been in the alley at all the men continued to hold the woman and rip more clothing from her body. One of the man's hands was gripped tightly around the woman's mouth as they struggled, but when Neirie teleported to their side the woman's eyes widened in surprise.
One softly spoken word came from Neirie's lips.
"Stop". The men paused for a moment wondering how such a small person could have snuck upon them so easily. One laughed as the other continued ravaging the woman. One man reached with his hand to push the small girl standing next to them. Within a blink of the woman's eyes Neirie grabbed the mans hand, flipped him over and tore out his throat. Followed by grabbing the other man around the neck and sinking her teeth into his jugular. As she took her fill all she could think of was, i didn't mean to drink, or kill. I just wanted them to stop.
As she dropped the second mans dead body onto the ground she turned to the woman. Reaching out her hand, Neirie's face was almost childlike, she thought, as a smile spread across her face. The woman let out a piercing shriek as she tried to scuttled away, screaming Monster! Freak! As Neirie stayed where she was, hand still outstretched a puzzled look crept across her face. Her icy blue eyes shining normal again.
She was only trying to help? What on earth was wrong with this woman.
Suddenly, from a shadow nearby, a figure dropped onto the woman and her screaming stopped.
"No!" Neirie shouted as her master finished the woman off.
"Why? She'd done nothing wrong. She. She was only afraid?" A snarl crept across her lips in frustration.
"Because, My Deary. If they fear us, then they know about us, and if they know about us, they start to hunt us. All they are is fodder. Be a good Deary and go back to the hotel. We'll leave in the morning." He began teleporting the bodies to a nearby river. As he grabbed the last body another small word came from Neirie's lips "No".
Her master stopped, the womans body still dangling in his arms and he laughed. "No? What are you still hungry? " he threw the womans body onto the ground in front of Neirie.
"No. I will no longer obey you. I will no longer let you hurt innocents."
Her master began laughing hysterically in that gruesome noise. He teleported beside her and shoved his nose against her cheek.
"What are You going to do about it?"
Neirie's mind began to race. She was strong, but not nearly strong enough to kill her master. Not yet. But could she get away? Where would she go, who could she trust. No one and nowhere. Everything she knew, everyone was through her master. As her mind spun a million miles a second it suddenly stopped.
Sensing something was different, her master teleported directly in front of her in time to see a cruel Cheshire grin crawl across her face.
"I'll be back. I'll find you when I've learned enough. Become strong enough to finally destroy you. Until then. Just watch your back." And she disappeared.
Her master tried everywhere he knew of. Searched and sought. But for a very long time, it was as if she actually disappeared.
She had decided to spend awhile in the only home she had truly had. Back in the little valley, next to the waterfall and pond.
After several years she began traveling again. Searching for someone to train her enough to destroy her master.
She heard of Gravette and decided there might be a good place to start.

Strengths:
As is normal with most vampires all her senses are heightened. Speed, strength, agility, sight, smell, hearing, endurance.

Weaknesses:
She has typical weakness to fire and pure silver objects. However she never understood where the idea of being weak to Garlic came from. She never had an issue. In fact she LOVES garlic. Its one of the few things she can actually Taste. She rarely if ever Eats human food. But when she does she also asks for whatever it is to be smothered in Garlic.
Other weaknesses include her feelings towards the weak. If someone were to use that to say fake an attack so they could get her close. She would try to help someone in trouble first.
Her master. Though she actually never learned his 'name' she knows he is ancient and powerful. She also knows it is for sure, or was at one point a He.

Stance:
Inactive/uncaring. As far as vampires or super natural beings as a whole she doesn't care. She isn't really for or against them. She'll try to protect innocent humans if she comes across it. But she doesn't go out searching to stop supernatural beings or save humans. But if it comes to her Master. She will try to destroy him. And anyone who tries to get in her way. And she's not against supernatural beings in general because she knows she needs to learn more from them and that there is a lot of 'good' beings out there too.

Special Power/Skill:
She learned the power of teleportation from her master, as well as, almost, completely masking her presence. Regular vampires are hard to detect yes. But she learned to specifically hide her supernatural scent from almost anyone. As well as her blatant presence from most any creature.
Though her skills in archery were mostly gained during her human years, she kept up with them during all her supernatural years. Having better senses as a vampire only made her love for archery grow. And she became even more skilled.
She owns a compact, compound bow that she carries in quickly attachable pieces in her Batpack.

Batpack

Along with compact arrows. She cannot in fact turn into a bat, but she wears the backpack like wings, and she can teleport. *shrugs*

Other:
Whenever she becomes extremely angry or emotional, or if its been a crucial amount of time since she's fed, her eyes will start to change from an icy blue to a bright pink. She's never noticed it happen and no ones really mentioned it to her. So she actually doesn't know it happens.

Getting Hungry

Her teleportation is usually instant. And though she usually has to have been to that location before, she has once or twice teleported to places she's 'seen' rather than physically 'been to' before. But that rarely ever occurs.
Though she is Inactive/Uncaring in the overall war. If she see's or senses an innocent human being attacked, whether by another human or supernatural. She will try and stop it.
Doesn't matter if they're just feeding or what have you. If she's within sensing distance. And the creature being attacked its helpless or innocent. She will first try to stop the attacker/pursuer. If her last choice is to kill, or the attacker/pursuer will not respond to her or explain. She will go into 'beast mode'. All i can say is no one has gotten away from her unscathed once in that mode.

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Thankies. I worked on my CS last night and will hopefully have it all finished and tidy by tonight! Looking forward to seeing others characters soon!

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

I worked all through the night Sat and last night working on my Bartender! I just sent the CS! *wipes brow* she took a minute but was worth it i feel!
My Discord is Neirie#5242
:3

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

@Kuroakuma

I will begin work on a lovely bartender henceforth!
I've known a few in my day and tons of people, drunk or not, laid their woes in their ear.
So. I will PM you a CS sometime soon!!
Is there a certain bar name or specific location on the map that would be easiest for both college students and other civilians to congregate to? That you'd like me to use? Or should i create one?
I'm so glad you liked the idea!! Thankyouthankyou!
(Also am sooo sorry i said cult. I know the difference in cult and Occult and i know you mean the term 'lightly'. I should've known better!)
*kneels placing forehead on the ground* Please forgive!

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Extremely interested!! Love it (:

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

I'm Very interested in this whole... Affair lol. Though I'll admit I'm at a bit of a loss for a character. I'm not usually a school or real(ish) story character type. In those cases i tend to base characters off myself slightly, so their details seem more... Legit? But all I've got is being a chef/bartender at one of the local restaurants? Either she can overhear a cult member/detective talking about things and becomes curious, or if one of the cult members would like to be her close friend and come to her to talk that would be awesome!?
Lemme know if that sounds okay? Or if anyone's character would like to be her friend? I'd love to be a part of this amazing world! 🖤🐌