Right now he's on a disillusioned effort to get aboard a ship that can get him deeper into the Fog. If that means your company, he'll be along. As a prisoner, most likely, when they find out he knows where the good shit is.
o.o
We'll see...that'll be quite interesting. Time to have a psychiatric ward built on The Dawn's Guard to help him heal from his traumatic events.
Hey, just dropping by to say I'm still planning to continue in this RP, but I've been tied up for the past week or so and will keep being tied up for the coming week on account of a new job. If I manage to get a bit of time I'll try to work up a post, but I cannot guarantee anything currently.
If action is needed on my character's part to allow the story to move forward during that time frame, I give Feisty-Pants permission to control him in my stead. She should know my setups well enough to do so without going out of character.
Thank you for your patience!
Again like I said in MtG, I'm wililng to wait. La patience est une vertu? Non?
Iknorite. It's just like... I'm weeeeeeird like that that's why ;3 But thanks ya! Ah et ouai...
Non, j'eus l'etudier a l'ecole. La douzieme annee. Eh bien, maintenant j'utilise Google translate et je me souviens encores un peu de Francais. La douzieme annee?! xDDD. Il y a 2 ans deja! xDDDD
But like so yush. The bunny is just a bummy. FAKER!!! xDDD But I'll takes all the helps I can get ^~^;
~Edz~~ @@!! DuFURKS!!! Reminds me to never clicks ^yer hiders... like ever.
AH! Oh non! Eh bien, je suis l'espoir de trouver un autre orateur de la langue de ma mère.
Name:Bonjour. Je m'appelle Genvieve L'Ame-Soeur. But you call me: Genie.
Age: 249. Ooooold wolfie I am now. But I look maybe 21 as human? Eww.
Gender: Girl. Good girl, Genie...! Good girl! Who's a good girl...? Huahahah...!
Accelerated Healing. I cannot be killed. I cannot be killed. Huahahahah... try it. Here is hint. Guess who is not allergic to silver... huahahahah...
Keen senses: Hearing, smell, taste, night vision, but cannot see colours. Ah! Et what big teeth I have...
300 pound polygraph. If you tell lies and lies, Genie eat you.
300 pound tracker. If you run, Genie will find you, run you down, and then eat you.
300 pound cuteness. If you like to pet animals, Genie will be like giant, big blue eyed, fuzzy big paw and gorgeous tailed cub! Who loves you? Genie does. Huahahah... You will have no choice but to pet and cuddle Genie. Then she eat you.
Extreme Accelerated Healing I am ugly. I am frail. I am weak without four-legged senses. But I am tall and I will heal from any wound or poison.
Bonding First step before making another une L'ame-soeur. When bonded, an empathic link connects Genie with another. In time, she will be able to communicate telepathically as a Direwolf.
L'ame-soeur She can impregnate another female with a spirit so they too will become a Kindred Spirit Wolf. But only Genvieve can do this since she is the Original. You wish to become a Sister...? Come then... take off your clothes... let Genvieve show you how it is done... mmmm... huahahah...
Aeronautical know how I can fly this boat. Where you like to go?
Long range combat This body cannot bite hard. It will break its teeth. Aloooors... Genie will shoot you. Bang! You die. When sunlight comes, Genie eat you.
850 pounds of Genie goes wild. You cannot stop a Goddess under the single eye of Mother Moon. Awoooooo, baby... Huahahahah... ready or not, here I come...
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What can I say. I am Original. I am deviant. I am eternal.
I was made this way. And no one will know my story.
Unless you are bonded to Genvieve.
Listen to my heartbeat then. Listen for their tale. Listen them run. Listen to their lives.
--The wolves. We were hunted.
A long time coming, it was. We had hunted vampires for so long. So so long now... and so... it was their turn now.
Just before daybreak, just when we thought they had run off, flown off, whatever it is those “Skeetos” would do when their time was up... we would return to our abodes along the country side. And that's when they struck.
We had become too complacent, too comfortable with our regular hunts, especially during those times when MotherMoon was pregnant with desires to protect us for always. And so when they lined up ready to do battle before dawn, we had already smelled them and were ready.
Did they think they could sneak up on us? They took us for fools.
And like fools we fell for it.
Head first into battle did our Alphas charge.
And head first is what they lost.
Silver-lined blades honed to a razor's edge. Quite effective against over-confident, cocksure brutes. It was bold of them, of those blood sucking mosquitoes. Those 'skeetos... they knew they only had a limited amount of time before they had to flee the sun's accusing light, but they made efficient use of their time...
They were to slaughter us all upon that countryside. And so they did.
Save for two of us. Two sister wolves. One of magic and the other of strong emotion.
Do you know what the MoonStone is? It not an item upon jewelry. It is not even a piece of jewellry. The MoonStone is not an inanimate object...
Oh but the sister wolves would flee and live another day. But they would make sure that should anything ever again happen like this, a slaughter such as this, they would make sure their bloodlines would never die.
The MoonStone is not an inanimate object. The MoonStone is the name of the spell they cast upon a pretty white wolf with lovely blue eyes and a fluffy snowy white tail.
With magic, emotion, spirit and blood, the First Born of the Devil-Wolves was born. A were-wolf is a creature that starts off as a human and becomes a monstrous wolf. The Devil-Wolf is a were-wolf that starts off as a wolf and becomes a lovely woman... Devil-Wolf. For only the Devil could allow such an abomination to exist against his Brother's will...
We named her Genvieve. Our L'ame-Soeur. Genie, our Kindred Spirit.
And we taught her what a human must know. What a human must be like. She hated to eat with utensils and wear clothes at first, but soon enough she took to her conditioning and picked up the mannerism to smile and then wink. Then came the day she became angry. So very angry. And our dreams came true.
The third form, the hybrid form Genie called a 'Goddess,' erupted from our little immortal and we wept with joy. But when we found out she could not infect others, and worse yet, that she could not create offspring we wept with sadness.
And she became useless to us. And so we had to cull our beautiful white furred pup. We wept for her before we ritually culled her by the light of the pregnant MotherMoon. We sang and danced for her spirit and ran off into the night to hunt for our feast to honour our failed Kindred Spirit.
When we returned to honour her with the feast we found the the body missing. Rage and tears consumed us. Who could have defiled our Kindred Sprit and our ritual?! But in the next heartbeats, our senses returned and bitter tears and snarling outrage ended and gave way to utter shock.
Bloodied footprints lead away from the altar. Our Genie had up and walked away.
In attempting to kill her, we found out of her deviant feature; she was not allergic to silver.
Our Kindred Spirit was not allergic to silver.
We howled for her, but not a single one of the clansmembers made a move to retrieve her.
We betrayed her and she was done with us.
But.. she was our bloodline continued. Even if in this war we fell, all of us, our lineage would continue though her. Genvieve our Kindred Spirit. Let her run even if it takes her to the ghostly light of MotherMoon. Free. In the--
Outer world. Free.
And here she is now.
Many enemies have I made since my escape from my betraying family. Many more allies have I made as well. I have Sisters and Daughters out there. There is an empire that has crumbled in shadow. I will re-build it. I will rule it. By the grace of Mother Moon I will own our bloodline once more. Then we hunt again. Huahahahah...
Who loves ya? That's right, cheries... Genie does...
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Je m'apelle Genvieve.
Huahahahah... but you call me "Genie," oui, you do. I come and go as I please, mostly because for if I will stay; I want you to die. But as long as I am fed, as long as I am comforted and as long as you keep my boots safe, I will be loyal to you. For when night falls, my gorgeous fuzzy white body falls away and my hideous and frail form appears. No tail!! But at least that is when I may wear my boots. J'adore mes bottes simplement!
But ooooohhhh... those times when Mother Moon pulls at the tides, I will take off my boots and, in my hideous and frail form, I will walk away. But this is when I am at my strongest. For when Mother Moon pulls at the tides, she allows Genvieve to scream back at Mother Moon as a Goddess.
Mais, quoi? So you want to meet her earlier than that...? Vraiment..? D'accord, cherie. It is simple then, it is... huahahahah... all you must do to meet the Goddess is to... comment on dit? How do you say...? 'Pee out?' Non... Ah! Oui. To meet the Goddess, all you must do is "piss me off."
Then 850 pounds of Goddess Genvieve will rip off your face and cram it down your own throat.
Impressive, non? Huahahahah... it is okay. Ca va, ca va. Just do not "piss me off" and we will be fine together. But come now! I am une Ame'Soeur, afterall. I bond with you. Protect you. Who loves you...? That's right. Genie does. Huahahahah... But ouai, I am an ooooooold wolfie now; I have lived too long and I have seen too much, so please do not mind if get bored easily. Just know I come and go as I please, but I will come back for I am loyal to you.
That is the kind of wolf I am. I am deviant. I am not allergic to silver. I may create more of my kind, but I cannot infect. But I am cursed to never harm the ones I bond with no matter what they do or what intend to do. Je suis une Loupe Ame'Soeur. I am... Kindred Spirit wolf.
Sooooo who loves ya...? That is right. Genie does. Awwwwooooooo, baby. Huhahahah...
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I have a gun. It shoots bullets and it will hit you from very far away. I can shoot very well.
I have slingshot. It shoots steel ball-bearings, stones and oh! Some lovely vials with very nasty concoctions inside of it. Nasty... like the Lieutenant's breath. Huahahahah...
I have boots. They are very pretty and very much with ribbons. If you mess with them you will die. Non, vraiment! Genie will kill you! Then au matin? In morning, she eat you. Not first time it happen aussi! Huahahaha...
I have collar. It help to stop from becoming Goddess. Parce que sometimes I love my anger. Mais, I am reasonable... to a point. But the Goddess? She does not know reason, her. Her will is of the storms. Raging and without question. Power of the wild, she is. But I am running out of the liquid inside it. Need to find my blue-headed little bonded girl. Soon.
I have paints and brushes and canvas in a box. I like to make pictures. Ahhh ouai... I like to paint pretty flowers and dead victims. Sometimes I even use their own blood.
