Hey, everyone! I just wanted to let y'all know that I decided to put to use the character relationships sheet that @Avanhelsing was kind enough to lend to me. Keep in mind that it's completely optional, and there's no pressure to fill it out or anything. Just think of it as something to do if you're bored and up to it in between posts or something similar. Just for fun, pretty much. c:
(Keep in mind that this whole thing is entirely optional! There’s no pressure to complete it or leave it alone or anything- it’s just for fun, and those interested in filling it out.)
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Having known Mr. Larke Sterling for some time now, it wasn’t too much of a surprise that his attentions quickly zoned in on Serenity at her approach, effectively losing interest in his current conversation. Regardless, a smile was still on Dawn’s face as her eyes were uncovered, and she turned to get a better look at her friend. There were shadows under her eyes that had deepened since the last time they had seen each other, and she had grown a bit pale, but the warmth in Dawn’s face was genuine as she wrapped Serenity in a brief hug. “My family felt the same way,” she said, drawing back. “They, um, thought it would be good to...broaden my horizons, so to speak. So here I am.” It had been a surprise, admittedly, but it was by no means an unwelcome one. The last time Dawn had gone to any sort of public school, she had probably been at least five or so. Maybe younger.
She went back to work on her pancakes as Serenity and Larke got to know each other, glancing up as one of the people she recognized as belonging to one of the more notable families- Percival Pelacour- slid past, then again as a dark haired young man appeared and greeted both Council children and introduced himself. Nate. It took only a second for it to click that he was very likely Nathan Negromante (given his comments about the council and all, as well as the sharp chill of the dead that followed him), although Dawn didn’t comment on it. Instead, she smiled, nodding her head at him in greeting.
“Dawn. It’s, um, nice to meet you, Nate.” The fact that he hadn’t openly stated his last name was something she was grateful for. It meant that, for the moment, she could keep her own unsaid.
The pleasant meet-and-greet that had been formed didn’t last long, however. With a hollering cry, a blur of orange tackled Larke into the table, pinning him there with her knee. A Norrevinter, if the height, red hair, and general anger at Larke’s very being was any indication. Their rivalry was practically a legend by this point, and a sight that wasn’t too surprising by its nature. Dawn found herself alarmed regardless, hopping away from the table as Larke broke free and whipped a pitcher of water into shape.
It seemed about the makings for the fight, really. And seeing that another student was currently screaming for a teacher, she wasn’t the only one who thought that was the case.
Very deliberately, Dawn grabbed a handful of napkins, then circled the table to place herself in between Larke and the Norrevinter girl. If one of them tried to press the conflict any further, they’d have to either go around her, or through her. “Here, ah.” She held the napkins out to the Norrevinter in a peaceful sort of offering. “So you can clean yourself off.” Dawn smiled, then turned towards Larke, a look of concern on her face.
If Esperanza had been offended in any way by Helena, she showed no sign of it- instead giving a wide, goofy grin from ear to ear before taking the roll of bandages in hand. “We are having the same class, then! Do not worry- you will be getting better at it the more you do it. It is like ripping the bandages, but with more blood and stinging.” She plopped down into the chair opposite of Helena’s after throwing away the last bunch of soiled napkins, then carefully began to wind the gauze around her arm, looping it over and over with practiced hands.
“I have never met the Defender before. Only the Necromancers and the humans. So I am thinking that you are very cool.” She beamed. “I am the Necromancer primary, and I am having the other Secondary in Familiars.” Esperanza paused, a moment. That reminded her- Helena hadn’t given her other Secondary. Only her first. Before she could investigate, there was a scream, and then the clatter of tableware and flesh against wood. Eyes wide, Esperanza turned to look over at the sound, only to find a red headed girl shoving a boy’s face into the wood.
Esperanza’s eyes went even wider.
It was the beginnings of a fight. The first fight of the school year.
Something had to be done.
Snapping off the roll of gauze, Esperanza reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and began to take pictures of the event for her family.
“This is so exciting!” Esperanza said to Helena, voice a hushed whisper. “I have never seen anything like this before. Do you think this will happen a lot?”
There was a moment or two where the guy was sizing Percival up, and where Percival was just sort of sizing him up in turn, in a sort of strange nonverbal standoff of some kind. He had already seen how on edge the guy was, but now up close, he could really take in the whole picture well and fully. All black clothing. Real tall, dark, and broody. He leaned back in his chair, idly taking another bite of his cinnamon roll as the guy broke the silence and began to speak.
“Fan of the Norrevinter style, eh?” He said, after swallowing the mouthful of sweet, cinnamony goodness. “They’re a huge fan of skulls and fur and all that. Think they made everything themselves, with the whole…” Percival paused, making a sort of absent gesture in the air with his free hand. “Trade ban and all.”
Another bite, another swallow. Another grin. “Isaiah Parrish? Heard of the name, yeah- although that’s probably just cause it’s kinda my job to know who pretty much everyone is.” He shrugged, rolling his shoulders in a fluid, catlike motion. “Name’s Percival. Percival Pelacour. Percival Rowan Pelacour the Third, sans the ‘the Third’ bit.” He didn’t wait to see if the guy would recognize the name or not, instead giving the cinnamon roll in his hand a careful, cursory glance over before popping the rest in his mouth.
“They’re great, honestly. Only thing I’d really think you’d have to be worried about is if you’re one of the types allergic the gluten or something.” Percival paused, scratching the side of his jaw. “Think there was some non-gluten-y stuff up there, too, so you don’t have to end up starving or anything like that.”
Percival slid into a semi-proper sitting position as another guy his age came strolling in, eyes brightening even more than they already were (which seemed like it was a near impossibility, if not for the fact that it happened). “Well, look who it is!” He crowed. “Good seeing you again, Nate.” He gave a little chuckle at the ‘weight of the name’ comment, folding his hands behind his head.
“Think that’s pretty much mandatory across the board, honestly. Like some kinda tradition.”
And speaking of tradition…
The scream of a battlecry served as the main, glaring warning of what was to come before Larke was tackled right into the table he’d be standing next to. Despite the suddenness of the whole thing, Larke breaking free included, Percival seemed remarkably unfazed as he turned to Isaiah. “And she, my good man,” he drawled, “is a Norrevinter.”
His whole appearance gave the impression of someone who had seen this event unfold many, many times in the past, and at this point any sort of novelty from it had worn off.
Sorry, guys. I know I said that I would post today, but I wasn't really able to finish, unfortunately, due to the length and various other real life factors that have come up. Feel free to punt me all you'd like. I'll try my best to finish this week at least, though. If I don't finish by the time this week is up at least, feel free to sacrifice me to appease the eldritch gods.
| ]In-Depth Appearance | Standing at a height of 5’6” feet, Madison is a man of fair complexion, with gentle features, dark curls that fall to his chin, and even darker eyes. Even without his...unique choice of wardrobe, he’s notably androgynous, lacking the masculine hardness of features or the telltale stubble that would be clear indications of his gender. His androgynity, however, tends to be easily overshadowed by his aforementioned outfits. Although Madison is male, and identifies himself as such, it’s difficult to catch him at a time when he isn’t decked out in a skirt and heels. With the use of a bit of makeup, it becomes very difficult to determine that he is a man without being told.
| ]Abilities | Vampire Abilities Bat Transformation Super Strength (Can Lift a Pickup and Flip a Semi) Night Vision Mind Control (Requires focus and concentration) Nigh-Invulnerability (only a wooden weapon through the heart or decapitation can kill him) Regeneration (comes with nigh-invulnerability, all non-lethal injuries heal during rest) Magic Resistance (Magi Vampire ability) Magical Attunement (Magi Vampire ability)
Magical Abilities Pyrokinesis: Despite the irony that comes with a vampire wielding fire as his weapon, Madison is adept at it, able to make flames as gentle as candlelight, or as wild as a forest fire. He can also use this ability to extinguish fires, although attempting to do so takes more energy than it would adding magical fuel to the fire. Healing: Madison is also a skilled healer, encouraging the body to knit itself back together if injured. He can repair vicious gashes and broken bones with ease (although he would have to set the bones in the latter case, else they would grow the wrong way).
| ]Limitations | Madison’s body doesn’t exactly get along well with the following: salt, garlic, sunlight, silver, religious symbols, stakes to the heart, and decapitation. While he can recover easily enough from most, the stake and decapitation can very easily do him in if he’s not prepared- with the first weakness being carefully guarded against with the same armored vests several of his fellow vampires use. He can’t be seen or heard through recording equipment, can’t be seen in mirrors, and is required to feed off the blood and mana of other beings- Madison holding a strong preference for blood bags rather than the direct source.
In addition, his powers hold weakness, as well. His pyrokinetic abilities require the uttermost care, seeing that he could easily injure himself with its use, or even worse, lose control of a blaze and harm his teammates. His healing isn’t also a complete cure-all, as he can only heal what the body would be able to. He can’t repair the damaged nerves of a broken spine, or make a limb grow back.
| ]Equipment | As one might expect from a vampire, Madison wears a protective vest beneath his clothing, and is often seen sporting a wide-brimmed hat when the sun is out. In addition, on his person he often carries a phone, a notebook with a variety of pens, a binder for the purpose of research notes, bundles of various herbs- including sage and wolfsbane- and other little knick knacks and such. Being research personnel, Madison doesn’t carry any heavy artillery on him or the like.
| ]Personality | At heart, Madison is an open, good-natured individual. Mellow towards most everyone, regardless of their own feelings towards him, he’s usually willing to have polite chit-chat when his schedule allows him to do so, or even set aside time for the sole purpose of talking with a friend or acquaintance. He takes most things in stride, and it takes quite some time for him to get riled as a result- although, even then, it’s very rare for him to explode. His rage usually manifests itself as silent anger and disapproval, contrasting greatly against his usual sunny disposition. Age has also granted him an incredibly lackadaisical nature when dealing with the world around him, regardless of how bizarre or unusual it happens to be.
| ]Place Of Origin | Boston, Massachusetts. Madison is quite nostalgic about the place.
| ]Family | They were all human, and all are long dead. Perhaps Madison has some very distant relatives, but if he does, he’s currently unaware.
| ]History | Born sometime after the Tuscarora War, Madison’s early life was...interesting, to say the least. The son of a less-than-rich-blacksmith, the boy was groomed from a young age to take up his father’s job when the time came, set to tinker with scraps of metal and failed works. Madison seemed quite content with his role, although he occasionally slacked off to read one of the few books his family had around the house. He helped around the shop, even attempting to make his own creations from time to time, but, after his sister’s death things began to change.
Madison developed a fascination with femininity. He began to don his sister’s old clothing, storing them away when his parents attempted to prevent the habit. He would take rouge and cologne from his mother’s room to try it on, wearing them around his room and attempting to replicate the styles he had seen on the streets. As time went on, Madison developed a reputation as a respectable young man (although his habit still remained)- albeit a bit of a gambler whenever he scrounged up enough coin. He had a sweetheart, and was considering going into politics, much to the approval of his parents.
It was after one night of particular debauchery that Madison, who had been stumbling his way home, found himself attacked and drained near to the point of dryness by a rogue vampire. He clung to life by a hair, and, dragging himself into the gutter, went through the painful rebirth from human to a fully fledged creature of the night. It took him a few days after that to get his bearings- a few days of reckless, crazed feeding- and a few more to fully realize what he had become. Fearing that he would pose a threat to his family, he fled his hometown, taking his newfound freedom to explore his hobby to the fullest.
He developed a sort of fascination with the supernatural, and after dabbling in what knowledge there was about vampirism, spread his roots and began to study the world of the nonhuman to its fullest. Madison journeyed across the world, meeting countless species, and writing hundreds upon thousands of papers on his discoveries. With every paper published, Madison and his works became more and more well known.
A few years ago, Madison decided to join Smith and his little expedition team, his perpetual hunger for knowledge peaked at the offer. He holds little interest in the artifacts, instead being far more curious of what he might learn of them.
| ]Extra | A big fan of Sinatra. Madison is often found listening to his tracks, and knows every song by heart.
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I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo.
I'm in my twenties, and returned here on a whim.
I have no idea what's happening at any given moment.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo. <br>I'm in my twenties, and returned here on a whim.<br>I have no idea what's happening at any given moment. </div>
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