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Ember Grove - Reboot

Forged in Blood

You Want it Darker

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Noah William Beaumont
Age: 27 technically, eternally 22
Date of Birth: Febuary 11th
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’9
Weight: 165lbs
Hair Color: Red
Hair Length: Medium, shaggy
Skin Color: Pale
Eye Color: Green
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: None, his scars were healed when he was turned.

》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: All thought to be dead, although his youngest sister, Angel Beaumont, still lives.
Parents' Status: Both dead
Pets: None
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 5
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 3

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ Indulging his whims
✡ Destruction
✡ Pain
✡ Listening to stories from other vampires
✡ Music
✡ Strength and Power

Dislikes:
✡ Daylight, he finds it incredibly irritating
✡ Humanity, and the remnants of it that exist within himself
✡ His own, broken, mind
✡ His own reflection, especially his eyes
✡ Failure
✡ The disgusting, smelly werewolves, though hunters and witches are also high on his list

Hobbies:
✡ Hunting and Killing
✡ Reading
✡ Torment the human blood slaves

Skills:
✡ Very high tolerance for pain
✡ Ruthless and headstrong, Noah is not easily swayed from his goals
✡ High endurance

Whistlin' Past the Graveyard

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
Little remains of the person Noah once was, the amount of physical and emotional torture he received before being made vampire has broken down and reformed him into a monster. Noah acts selfishly, fueled only by his own desires, but his need to be accepted by other vampires often keep his desires in line with the clan he serves. He wants deeply to prove himself as a vampire, trying to wash himself of his humanity with constant blood drinking until it is all but a distant memory. He has no empathy for humanity, they are but cattle for the vampires who are the ultimate apex predator. Towards other vampires he feels a deep-seated need to be accepted, wanting their approval, craving it almost as much as he craves blood. He despises being alone, so much of his time as a human captive of vampires has made loneliness almost unbearable to him. His outgoing nature remains, he is friendly and occasionally chatty with other vampires, and he enjoys hearing the stories from the past older vampires have to tell.

Noah is cruel to his prey, enjoying toying with them, hunting and stalking them until their blood is made even tastier with fear and adrenaline rushing through it. His self-control is poor, as a young vampire, Noah is prone to impulsiveness and can’t easily control himself in the presence of human blood or around potential victims when hungry. He often forgets his new found vampire strength and speed as well, and with how easily he is distracted by his heightened sense these things make it difficult for him to even be around humans without seeming suspicious. Noah has an unnerving intensity to him, everything he does is fueled by a need to become what he was meant to be; a perfect monster. When set on a task he becomes completely obsessed with it, be it killing someone, learning something new, or even a small task assigned by his clan, he cannot stop until he succeeds. More than one task at a time is, however, difficult for him, it’s too overwhelming for him to try and split his focus.

His biggest weakness is how fractured his mind is, those who like him might call him unhinged but most would call him insane. Noah often hears voices or sees ghosts of his past. He hates this, they are constantly judging him and his new way of life, taunting him with what remains of his humanity. The only thing that makes these visions stop is blood, something he is more than happy to indulge in. The visions and constant sensory overload of being a vampire make him prone to horrible headaches, and when his mind hurts, he often flies into fits of rage. He enjoys destruction, cruelty, and anything that helps smother that spark of humanity buried deep that he desires to rid himself of. Once that spark is gone, he knows he can be truly free.

Duality

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》H i s t o r y
Noah Beaumont was once a promising young man determined to change the world for the better and follow in the successful footsteps of his parents. His father was a celebrated journalist and his mother a brilliant nurse. The eldest son of the Beaumont family always had big dreams, aspiring towards greatness even if he never really decided what path he would take towards the great future that surely awaited him. His interest in science and education pulled him towards a career as a doctor, and his desire to help change the world fueled his interest in either becoming a great detective or lawyer. He never settled on what career he wanted to pursue but he knew he wanted to help make a better world, tragically though his young life would be snuffed out, and that bright future stolen from him.

His childhood was relatively unremarkable; he grew up with two younger sisters, Hope and Angel, both of whom he was incredibly protective of. He made sure to look out for them and no one was going to pick on his little sisters while he was around. He embraced his role as a big brother and needed little encouragement from his parents to look out for them. Sure, there were times, especially as a young teen, where he’d have rather gone off with his friends than stay home babysitting on the weekends but his parents both had important jobs and so he did what was expected of him. He always put a tremendous amount of pressure on himself to be a good son, brother, and student. He worked hard in school hoping to one day attend a prestigious university and spent most of his free time after school at baseball practice. At school he was almost effortlessly popular; he was good-natured, outgoing, charming, and both intellectually and athletically gifted. While it all seemed to come easy for him that was because Noah worked hard to keep up with his image of a well-rounded, all-American, boy.

His parents were too consumed with their careers and raising their younger daughters to notice the incredible amount of stress Noah was putting on himself. He rarely let anyone see him crack, keeping up the image that he was the perfect son who needed little parenting and allowing them to focus on what he considered to be more important matters. His occasional stress induced outburst were always written off as unavoidable teenage angst, and with Noah so willing to apologize for any such behavior his parents never really seemed worried about him. If his life hadn’t taken the unexpected turn that it did, it is likely that Noah wouldn’t have been able to keep up his façade all through High School with his responsibilities and stress continuing to mount.

During the holiday season in 2007 his life changed forever. As he and his family went to visit relatives for Thanksgiving, they made an unexpected stop at a strange gated community. His father, the ever-curious journalist, couldn’t help but investigated the strange place despite the eerie feeling it gave off. They were attacked and taken prisoner by some sort of gang, by people who seemed to be impossibly strong and fast. To his own horror Noah would soon learn that these people were vampires. His father fought valiantly, desperate to protect his family, and was quickly slaughtered in front of his wife and children. His body was left for days, in front of the cage Noah and his family now lived in, as a constant reminder that they had no power here. He couldn’t be sure how long his father’s lifeless body was left before them, but they all were left with little to do but watch as William Beaumont rotted away.

Months went by as the family was weakened from the constant hunger and blood loss as they were used as human cattle for the vampires who lived in the community. He was helpless as he watched his mother and sister, Hope, fall ill and try as he might to keep his younger sister’s spirits up, he had little optimism left himself. As both his mother and Hope faded away until they too were gone, Noah did whatever he could to protect his youngest sister, Angel, the only family he had left. Giving her as much of his own stringent rations as he could manage, telling her stories to keep her spirits up, and desperately trying to convince her, and himself, that they would get out of this. By some miracle they managed to convince a guard to let them outside, a plan they had conceived together knowing there was no way they could overpower their captors. But Noah had a plan of his own, to create enough of a distraction that the vampires would go after him, giving Angel the best chance at getting out and surviving.

So, once they were freed Noah ran from her, shouting, trying desperately to fight any vampire that tried to take him and using every bit of strength he had left. He could accept dying like this if it meant his little sister would live, but once they had recaptured him, they told him Angel had been killed as punishment. This was the final straw for him, his plan to save her had got her killed and all he could think about was 'what if', if had stayed by her side maybe she’d still be alive. Noah’s escape had done more than just destroy what remained of his hope, it had attracted the attention of a particularly cruel vampire who he would come to learn was called Celeste.

Celeste took an immediate interest in Noah as her new plaything, physically and mentally torturing him to see just how far she could push a person’s limits. Noah was most of the gone to begin with, with his entire family and any hope of freedom lost he had very little to live for. In time Noah accepted his fate, he gave up on fighting and collapsed into a shell of person. He was broken, the wires in his brain became crossed and pain became pleasure. He was held alone in a cage with no light at all, the only part of his day he could begin to look forward to were the visits from Celeste. Sometimes to bring him pain, other times to show him kindness. He hated her, and loved her, it was all the same. This was his life until he died.

It was Celeste who sired him, and he awoke a vampire. By this point his sanity had been stripped from him. Noah had been broken down into a subservient shell and all that was left to create a monster was to remove his humanity. His first night as a vampire was spent in his cell, a thirst and hunger like he had never felt before, even through years of being kept in constant starvation, burned in his throat. He tried to resist the urge to kill the bloodied human tossed into the cell with him, but at this point Noah had little fight in him. He tore into human flesh with the savagery of an animal. Blood quieted his mind, it washed pain away from his body, it made him stronger than he’d been even before his capture. Another year went by and Noah was kept well fed, a constant stream of humans for him to rip into were provided until, finally, Celeste was sure his humanity was also gone. Noah now understood that blood was what he needed to ensure he would never be helpless again.

Once Noah Beaumont had been a kind-hearted boy with a desire to make the world better, now he is a savage monster able to kill without a second thought. As a vampire he is free, he can be selfish, he can do what he wants, and anytime he questions this all it takes is fresh blood and his mind is quiet again, and he is content. Noah is no longer caged, he is free to do as he pleases and remains a loyal vampire, having accepted that they are the superior creatures, and that humans are but cattle for them to feast on. He counts himself lucky to have been turned, to have been given true power. Now that he has been successfully turned into a killer, Celeste has left, on to more interest places after having grown bored of Noah. Tossed aside like a toy that a child has lost interest in Noah is consumed with the question of what he did wrong. He tries to please the other vampires left in the community, and it would seem that what remains of the old Noah is his need to please others, now directed towards monsters.
 

Do You Love Me?

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》C l a n
Sanguine Moon

》P u r e b l o o d?
Bitten

Avalia

Time: Late Afternoon
Location:Roshmi City
Interactions: Ayita @13org, Sakura @baraquiel

Cade grinned at the compliant given to him by Sakura; he thought her well versed in the high society of Avalia and if his new clothes were enough to impress her then he felt confident that he could blend in well at the ball. “Sakura you are magnificent a vision of spring.” He said as he admired the beautiful dress. “Truly a sign of the renewed life we shall bring to Avalia, and what a fetching mask to match. I have always suspected that everyone secretly desires to be cat.” He added chuckling a bit at his own joke.

He nodded when Sukura asked if they were ready to head out. Although the prospect attending an event with so many enemies seemed daunting, he felt that they had already survived worse. If there truly were allies to be found at the ball, Cade had faith they would find them, after all, Avalia herself wanted them to succeed. ”I wouldn’t worry too much Ayita, we have survived an encounter with a dragon, I have no doubt we can survive a ball.” He said confidently, he felt more than ready to give this new adventure a try.
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Although the place the ball was held at was grand and beautiful the first thing Cade noticed when they arrived was the smell of food that permeated the air. His stomach growled with excitement as he scanned the room until his eyes became fixed upon the most radiant of sights; the table that held a massive feast. With a great amount of restraint, he stayed with his group and continued to take in the sights of the rest of the room rather than follow his nose directly towards the food. Upon taking in the sights of the rest of the grand hall he wondered just how easy it would really be to blend in with high society. This ball was very different from any gathering he’d ever been to and he doubted the people here traded stories of battles with trolls or of hunting great beasts. They even seemed to dance and eat differently than the company he usually kept. It was clear he would have to study people hear more closely in order to mimic their behaviors.

“I guess now we mingle, and hopefully eat? It seems they have a fine spread laid out and I would hate to see that go to waste.” Cade suggested.

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Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Torvi @Tae, Belle @Potter

”I’d vote for anywhere but here, but since I doubt that’s still an option the back tables are closer to the exits.” Bowyn suggested once Belle had asked where they should go. He was less than impressed with the obscene opulence of the grand hall, the damn building, and the things it contained, were probably worth more than the entirety of the village he once called home. The shear amount of people here made it seem like finding other humans would be more difficult than locating a needle within a haystack. But at least there seemed to be an ample supply of alcohol which would mean soon enough the vast majority of the ball goers would be losing their wits enough to make picking pockets a more useful way to spend his time here. It would be easy enough to get money for further travels with the amount wealthy people packed into the hall.

”Check out Lord Turnip over there, I bet just one of those gems would feed an orphanage for weeks.” Bowyn whispered to Belle and Torvi as the entrance of the light elf governor was announced to the crowd of people. The sickening amount of wealth on display at the ball was more than enough to make Bowyn lose any appetite he might have had for the table of finely prepared food. A lifetime of seeing rulers and nobles flaunt their wealth and power while the common people toiled and starved was more than enough to convince him that living away from it all, alone in the forests, was a better way to live.

”Shall I go grab us some drinks while you pick out a table?” He suggested, doubting he’d make it through the evening sober without scoffing audibly at the whole thing.

Avalia

Time: 4pm
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Torvi @Tae, Belle @Potter

Bowyn was thankful for the free room provided by Elleta and Belle, and the house, which was a lot more extravagant than he expected, was more comfortable and secure than the tavern. It was comforting to spend time alone in a room, not quite as comforting as the absolute solitude of the forest, but as close as he was going to get in the foreseeable future. With just himself and Boreas he didn’t have to keep himself so guarded, and it wasn’t until he finally had the chance to relax that he realized how exhausting it was to keep his guard up all the time. As much as he hoped for a full night of restful sleep his mind kept that out of his reach. Nightmares of the undead continued to haunt his dreams, the decomposing visions of Aeryn, and of his own failure to act. The nightmares, as unpleasant as they were, served as reminder for what he still had to do, his burden to carry until he fixed his mistake of leaving Aeryn as a ghoul.

The day that followed saw Torvi and Belle learning the ways of elves and training in their magic, training that Bowyn opted out of; what use did a fairy have for learning to pretend to be an elf. He also saw little use in weapons training, there was no way to learn enough in a single day that would make him chose a weapon over the magic that had been a part of him since birth. He would’ve liked to use the day to form and sculpt ice from a pound on the property but the overbearing heat of Roshmi would require too much energy to maintain the ice. Instead Bowyn found a spot outside far away from the others to meditate. If he could not properly rest while asleep then resting while awake would be his bet in keeping up his strength. He didn’t share the others enthusiasm for attending a ball in Roshmi, it instead filled him with a sense of dread.

The second night was similar to the first night, and every night of the past week or so, but his much needed bath that morning had calmed his nerves for a bit. Bowyn had found clothes in the days before that suited him; black trousers, a white shirt, and a blue and silver vest. With a slight sense of whimsy he had even gotten a small bowtie that matched the fabric of the vest for Boreas. The bird found the idea of wearing said bowtie absolutely abhorrent but reluctantly agreed to do so only for the sake of being included in the groups outing. The mask he had chosen went well for someone constantly accompanied by a bird and overall Bowyn looked much more put together than he normally did. This was not his first venture into the world inhabited by wealthy elites. He had no doubts though that the more prestigious events of his own village paled in comparison to a ball held in Roshmi. When he heard Belle call for both him and Torvi he felt the sense of dread in his gut rise again. There had once been a time where he would’ve enjoyed such a thing, back when he had attended fancy parties with Aeryn, but to attend one now without her, and while she still walked the earth as an unnatural creature, just seemed like a betrayal.

“Careful Torvi, talking about being naked might summon our friend with the apple.” Bowyn said with a smirk as he entered the living room where the other two already stood, dressed and ready. “You may not have your weapons but you have magic now, a weapon that is much harder to disarm from you. Know your magic and it will know you, it will understand what you want and bend your element to your will. That is more power than any blade could ever possess.” Bowyn said while crafting a small knife out of the moister in the air. He then tossed the knife straight up and willed it to change to snow before it started falling back down. The small amount of snow then turned back into the ambient water vapor before it finished falling. The party trick from his home and the sight of snow again made him feel a bit homesick, which was strange because he was pretty sure hated his home. “And if we encounter trouble Boreas can always peck the eyes of our enemies to even the odds." Bowyn added with a smirk as the bowtied bird nodded with agreement.

Avalia

Time: 4pm
Location:Roshmi City
Interactions: Ayita @13org

The rest of the time at Roshmi City leading up to the ball had been great fun. Cade enjoyed exploring the city with the new friends they had made and spending time surrounded by the natural beauty of the greenhouse where they often met up. Even more than the greenhouse he enjoyed eating at the various vendors around marketplace after said meetings as Roshmi was a city with food from all different races and cultures of Avalia. He found Ilan and Regulus to both be great company, both demihumans seemed to have a down to earth and compassionate nature making them easy to get along with. Eventually it had been suggested that they attend the masquerade ball being hosted in the city as other rebels would be meeting there as well and it would serve as an excellent place to make new allies while remaining in disguise.

Cade had never been to a fancy ball before and while he normally embraced new experiences this one left him feeling more than a bit nervous. He was from a modest village, all the parties he’d ever been to had been very informal and even the experience of wearing formal clothing was strange to him. Although this opportunity to make new allies was one he couldn’t pass up, Cade worried he would stick out far too much when surrounded by the most elite members of the grand city of Roshmi. He had managed to quickly find an outfit that suited him and just barely met the standards of a grand ball with a great deal of help from the tailor. Although the tailor did a fine job and the clothes were certainly well-made Cade found them overly stiff and constricting. He was easily more comfortable when dressed for battle or adventure than he was for a formal evening. He did thank the tailor for the help though and was sure to be careful not to fiddle with the clothing too much so as not to accidently tear anything with his claws.

Finding a mask to wear proved a much more enjoyable experience. He tried many different ones on finding a great deal of amusement in looking like a different demihuman. This kept him entertained for a while as it took Ayita a bit longer to decide on clothing. He could only assume the fellow warrior was sharing the strange experience of dressing unlike one’s self. Eventually he settled on a leopard mask deciding that this would make it simple for his friends to spot him and he didn’t want to disguise himself from his allies. Eventually Ayita emerged from the dressing rooms and Cade stopped playing with the various masks the shop offered to see what she had decided on.

“Ayita you look as if you are draped in night’s sky itself and just as radiant.” He said as he did he best to bow formally. “Do you think Sakura will recognize me with this mask?” He asked as he lowered the leopard mask down over his face.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Morning
Location: Campgrounds
Interaction with: Luna @Potter, Finn @Milkman

Liam studied the jittery young wolf who seemed more concerned with the relatively minor battle wounds the others had suffered over her own, more troubling, injuries. She hadn’t asked for any means to contact her own pack or even family which only made him wondered what sort of wolves she had known before now. To be a lone wolf, in his mind, was an unnatural state, they were pack animals and the wolf in them required community just as much as it desired food and space to run. The thought of wolves out there, and of alpha’s out there, abandoning there own was worse than just being cruel it was a betrayal of what it means to be a werewolf.

“You’re certainly looking much better than you did last night, werewolf healing factor’s certainly a huge perk. I imagine the other two from last night are fine as well but they aren’t part of my pack, just other local wolves. But we all chose to help you, because you called, and it is in a wolfs nature to answer that call. So, you don’t owe any of us an apology, wolves look out for their own. You’re a guest here Luna, not an inconvenience, and if you need anything just ask. For example, if you need something more appetizing than Marcy’s cooking we can always send someone to go pick up a pizza.” He added trying his best to make Luna feel a bit more comfortable here.

Before he had a chance to say anything further the door flew open and a young werewolf, Kevin, burst inside panting. “We’ve caught an intruder.” He announced.

“Vampire?” Liam asked although it would be strange for vampires to be out making trouble during the daytime. He tensed up more than ready for another fight with vampires.

Kevin shook his head as he took a moment to catch his breath. “Another wolf.” He said regaining his composure and standing up straight now.

Liam sighed, slightly annoyed and relaxed again as he lead Kevin out of the trailer. “Kev we’re on high alert here for vampires, this is a public campgrounds, we can’t be hassling every werewolf out for a hike around here.”

“This guy seemed real shifty and he wouldn’t say what he was up to.” Kevin explained, the young scout clearly overeager to have found a threat.

Liam followed Kevin back to where they had found another wolf, half annoyed that his scouts weren’t able to handle the situation on their own and hoping they weren’t out making trouble with the locals. The other werewolf, a young blond guy, was casually stretching and certainly didn’t look like he posed a huge threat to the pack.

“My apologizes if these guys have been harassing you, sometimes the scouts can get a bit overzealous. You got business here kid?” Liam asked the unfamiliar werewolf, while he didn’t look like a threat he could certainly see the others finding him suspicious, though giving his apparent young age he could just as easily be a smartass who stumbled into the wrong part of the campgrounds.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Morning
Location: Crime scene in the alleyways of Ember Grove
Interaction with: n/a

Detective Wyatt Hawthorne rode in the passenger seat of the nondescript black car while his partner, Detective Brady drove. His partner always insisted on driving and when pushed about it he went on some tangent about not being able to trust kids these days to put down the damn phone and watch the road. Although Brady didn’t look that much older than Wyatt, he was a seventy something year old werewolf, so he was about as much fun as any disgruntled boomer. All in all, it was better not to get the old dog going as Wyatt didn’t care to listen to yet another rant about his generation. Early this morning a body had been found in dumpster and the first on the scene had said it looked like an animal mauling. Funny thing about animal attacks was they didn’t tend to toss a body out with the trash. Bizarre animal attacks were nothing new to Ember Grove, and while the majority of the cities police department remained blissfully unaware of the supernatural elements in town crimes with the obvious markers of supernatural involvement were frequently kicked over to Wyatt and his partner by those who truly knew what went on here.

They pulled up to an alley way already blocked off by the bright yellow police tape and the two detectives headed into the alley. A steady rain was already doing it’s best to muddle the investigation, washing away traces of the killer. They got a good look at the body before it was taken away, deep puncture wounds in the poor kid’s back and covered in bruises and abrasions. The man’s ID read Kyran Wright, and Wyatt recognized him from a local bar, Alexi’s, where Kyran had worked. They continued poking around the alleyway, noting the bloodied cracks in some of the bricks. If the state of Kyran’s body hadn’t made it obvious enough, the amount of force in which he was tossed around the alleyway meant whoever killed this guy had a lot of rage.

"Pretty cut and dry werewolf attack, any new players in town?” Wyatt asked his partner once they were out of earshot of the other, strictly human, officers.

“Several, can’t say I know much about any of ‘em though.” His partner replied.

“I’ve seen the victim working over at Alexi’s, we should stop by there and see if he had any enemies. Maybe he pissed off the wrong customer last night.” Wyatt suggested, he didn’t know much about the guy beyond where he worked so he hoped maybe his co-workers would have a bit more insight. Brady simply nodded in agreement as his cell phone rang and he took a moment to take the call.

“Seems like a good place to start but it’ll have to wait, we’ve got another body in dumpster over by Twisted Lizard, this one’s been drained of blood and has some rather telling puncture wounds on the neck.” Brady said shaking his head. It seemed that the supernatural residents of Ember Grove had been rather busy last night.

"Sounds like a conspiracy to make sure we’re working all weekend long.” Wyatt added dryly.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Morning
Location: Campgrounds
Interaction with: Luna, @Potter

Liam had spent the night sleeping in a folding chair outside in front of the trailer where Luna rested. Should anything happen during the night he would personally see to it that the young wolf in his care was protected. It wasn't that he doubted the members of his pack who patrolled the grounds, or the ability of the others to fight should trouble find its way inside the campgrounds, but that he had given his word that she would be safe here, and Liam did not give his word lightly. Seeing another wolf in such a state had affected him deeply; not only the torture endured from the vampires, such brutality was to be expected of creatures of death, but the fact that she had seemed afraid of her own kind as well, made him wonder what sort of hell Luna had escaped from. The threat of these Vie et Mort vampires also weighed heavy on him and Liam couldn’t shake the feeling that he might be biting off more than he could chew. He’d heard of Ember Grove being a hotspot for supernatural activity but the whole town gave off a sense of danger more intense than any he’d felt before. All he could hope for was that he hadn’t brought his pack to a place of certain death.

All of this led to night of restless sleep and the morning greeted him with a heavy and cold rain, an ominously gloomy start to the day. He got up from the chair and stretched out his sore muscles, noting that the bite from the night before had mostly healed up. An outstretched awning provided just enough cover for him to light and smoke a cigarette, which along with a cup of black coffee, was always his preferred way to start a day. Getting some coffee would have to wait until after he checked in on Luna though. So, after finishing his cigarette Liam knocked on the door of the RV so as not to startle Luna before heading inside and out of the rain.

"Hey, little wolf, how you feeling today?” He asked.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Morning
Location: Vie et Mort HQ and the woods by the lake
Interaction with: Desiree @Potter, Kade @Kkushmar

Had Noah’s heart still been capable of beating it certainly would have skipped a beat as Desiree addressed him as her ‘favorite boy’. He was left speechless by the queen’s presence; all he could do was listen to his commands and bask in her dark glow. Noah listened closely, overjoyed to have been giving the task of tracking down the mutt for Desiree, he’d make sure Luna paid for the vampires who died because of her. What an exciting game he could make of his new job, toying with the werewolf, convincing her come willing back to Desiree and a place that would bring her nothing but torment. This was a wonderful chance to tune his ability to manipulate others and to impress the older vampires with what he could do. Noah only nodded to show Desiree he understood his tasks; first to clean up his mess then, the more fun game, to track down Luna. He was off as soon as she waved a hand at him, signaling that she was done with him for now.

So, Noah headed back to the woods, following his queens command to clean up the mess he’d left. He figured he could tie the body to a big rock and drop in in the lake, which seemed easy enough but he didn’t much care for the idea of carrying the dead guy around. He was going to get dead guy smell all over him and then the smell would end up in his car, which meant that Noah was going to have to do more work later to get rid of the stench. It also occurred to him that he could’ve brought a change of clothes with him but he hadn’t thought of that before he got to the woods, luckily, he had at least remembered to bring rope which he carried with him.

Noah wandered around the woods trying to retrace his steeps but nothing that he remembered clearly from last night was all that helpful. He could recall with prefect clarity the thrill of stalking and chasing his prey, how their scents had changed once the fear hit them, and how delicious it had all made the blood taste. None of that was helpful in remembering where exactly he’d left a body though, and the woods all looked the same to him, just a bunch of mud and trees. At least the sun was hiding, as nothing but an endless stream of rain shielded Noah from the harsh rays of light that normally kept him inside during the day. Although it was preferable to sunlight the current day’s weather left him soaking wet and covered in mud from the wandering the forest only adding to his annoyance at having to take care of such a boring task when he should be looking for the runaway wolf.

Noah had settled on trying to sniff out the scent of death, a task made more difficult by the pouring rain. This took longer than expected after his nose lead him to a half-eaten dead raccoon before he finally found his way to the dead guy. Oddly enough the dead guy was not alone, and Noah watched as a human poked around at the corpse. He tilted his head and remained silent as he studied the man and wondered if he was a hunter. If he was then Noah had quite the dilemma as Desiree had told him to clean up this mess and to stay away from the hunters. Clearly he could not do both, and since he had already spent so much time looking for the dead guy, Noah decided he did not think the man snooping around was a hunter and he was pretty sure he had enough rope to weigh down two bodies in and drop them into the lake. It wasn’t like Desiree could expect him to know which humans were hunters after all.

“See something you like?” Noah asked as a playful smirk crossed his face. “I could show you how I did it.” He added widening his smile to show off his fangs.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Warlock Cop

Theme Song

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》B a s i c s

Full name: Wyatt Jonas Hawthorne
Age: 28
Date of Birth: August 1st
Gender: Male
Where are you from?: Ember Grove

》A p p e a r a n c e

Height: 5’10
Weight: 175
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Caucasian
Eye Color: Blue
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: No tattoos, piercings, or significant scars.

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》R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single
Any pre-determined friends?: TBD
Siblings' Status: Only child
Parents' Status: Father-deceased, Mother-assumed to be alive and well.
Pets: Bodhi, a Belgium Malinois, his familiar.
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 9
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 6

》I n t e r e s t s

Likes:
✡ A stiff drink paired with good company
✡ Live music
✡ Action movies
Dislikes:
✡ Deception, Wyatt is a naturally honest person
✡ Seeing others hurting
✡ His own darker nature
Hobbies:
✡ Taking his dog for a morning run
✡ Bowling, pool, or hanging out at a bar in his free time
✡ Does work count as a hobby?
Skills:
✡ Good with a gun although he’d always prefer not to use it
✡ Adept with spells involving offensive magic and protection
✡ Calming presence and good with people

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》P e r s o n a l i t y
Growing up Wyatt always thought of himself as a good person, but after seeing his own dark side he has come to the conclusion that at his very core he is not a good man. He knows he has the tendency to look for the easy way out, to use magic to ease his problems and this tendency has led him down a dark path once before. The time he spent succumbing to dark magic has left a mark on him, a self-loathing that he tries to mask with his outwardly friendly, kind, and easy going nature. The traits that others would see as admirable; courage, his willingness to throw himself into danger for others, and his selflessness all boil down to the fact that he sees his own life as not worth saving, others are inherently more valuable than him. He forgives so easy because he knows the mistakes he has made are so much worse. The best he can hope for is to keep trying to put more good into the world to counteract the wrongs he has done. He overthinks everything he does, always able to come to the conclusion that every good deed he does has a selfish motivation.

Wyatt is dedicated to both his job and coven, working to keep Ember Grove as safe as he can and keeping his mind distracted. When he doesn’t have work to do, he spends his time in crowded places, like bars, as being around others helps to keep him distracted as well. The constant need for magic and the rush of power that comes with it constantly nag in the back of his mind, calling him to again walk a dark path. He worries about his self-control, holds himself back from using any magic unless absolutely necessary to avoid losing any more of himself than he already has. Likewise, he has little taste for violence, he doesn’t want to hurt people, supernatural or otherwise, and on the occasion when it becomes necessary to do so he feels an incredible amount of guilt. A part of him would prefer to have his powers stripped away, to live as a human and never be asked to be judge and executioner of the supernatural again. But he knows he could never turn his back to what’s really going on, and so more often than not when threats arise in Ember Grove it is him his coven sends to deal with them. As hard as it is for Wyatt to walk within these gray areas, he does it because there are so few who can or will.

》H i s t o r y
Born and raised in Ember Grove to parents he would describe as exceptional, his father a detective and his mother owned an occult bookstore. Wyatt had a fairly normal childhood, he enjoyed playing football especially in high school and tended to just get by as an average student in school. Applying himself always seemed to be something he struggled with when it came to anything that didn’t immediately interest him, and a young Wyatt always preferred to take the easy way out especially when it came to school while at the same time working very hard to improve his skill on the football field mainly due to his enjoyment of the sport. He looked up to his father a great deal, wanting to one day serve a similar protective role in the community.

After high school Wyatt went to college in Ember Grove as well, taking classes in law enforcement, having known from a young age that he wanted to follow in his father footsteps. College, however, wasn’t easy for him, there was too much going on for him to find the right balance. At first, he spent too much time partying and goofing off that his grades were slipping and then he spent too much time studying and was miserable. He found other warlocks and witches from covens with completely different outlooks than his own and before he really understood what he was getting into he began to dabble with dark magic. Things he thought of as small; taking energy from others so he could spend less time sleeping, ways to cheat through school, or shifting luck towards his favor, which would always shift another’s luck against their favor, all things he thought of as maybe causing others an inconvenience but it wasn’t really hurting anyone.

Using magic selfishly and indulging in dark magic had a strong effect on him; though it started out as something he’d do very rarely it evolved into an almost daily occurrence. It became a habit, something he did not because he needed an edge or boost but something he impulsively had to do, something that gave him a rush of power. Wyatt and the group of witches he hung around began experimenting more with dark magic, playing around with dark energy and speaking to the dead. It wasn’t about using magic to help him through school anymore, it was all about how far they could push the limits and how powerful it could make them all feel. His grades slipped again and all he could think about, care about, was magic and what he could do with it.

His father was worried about him, how distant and strange he’d been acting, so they made plans to meet up for dinner. But Wyatt never went to meet his father, instead he hung out with his group of friends and woke up to several missed calls from his dad as well as several worried voicemails from his mother the next morning. His father had left to meet him but no one had head from him after that, and several days later his father’s body was discovered and all signs pointed towards vampire attack. Guilt ate away at him, knowing that if he had showed up to meet his father, he’d likely still be alive. His mother could hardly bare to look at him and he understood why; she had to blame him just as much as he blamed himself. Not long after his father’s funeral his mother relocated to Tennessee and Wyatt has little contact with her beyond the occasional phone call or holiday card.

After the funeral Wyatt took time off from school and stayed away from his group of friends. No longer playing around with dark magic for fun he was using it to further a hunt for vengeance. Wyatt spent weeks searching for the vampire that killed his father, using dark magic to torture other vampires for information until he finally had the name of the one responsible. Then he found that vampire and tortured him to death. The dark magic fueled in him nothing but pain, rage, and vengeance but soon after he’d killed the vampire he thought responsible, he found out he’d been fed lies. He came to realized not only had he twisted magic from something meant to protect and heal others into something used to maim and kill, but he had tortured another being to death for crime it had not committed. He was ashamed of what he allowed himself to become, and so he confessed it all to his coven’s elders fully expecting to have his powers bound and to be either banished, imprisoned, or even executed. He done a horrible thing that he could never take back and he was more than ready to face retribution for what he had done, welcomed it even.

What Wyatt didn’t expect, however, was forgiveness. The coven helped Wyatt detox himself from his dependence on dark magic, although the constant want for it is always there in the back of his mind. He took a year off from school to deal with everything and when he went back, he focused only on his classes, getting a job with the Ember Grove Police Department and working with his coven. He put all his energy into anything that could take his mind off the temptation to abuse magic and even now only uses it when he has to. Wyatt feels it is better for him to do things the hard way whenever possible, although in hunting down supernatural threats to Ember Grove being more than human frequently comes in handy. After finishing school he continued working as a cop in Ember Grove and recently became a detective which further aids his ability to investigate the supernatural occurrences within the town.

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》C o v e n
The Order of the Ember, a small coven in Ember Grove dedicated to protecting the town from supernatural threats.

》S k i l l L e v e l
Intermediate

》S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n
Fire Summoning, as with most in his coven, is one of the main defenses in his arsenal. He is also adept with telekinesis and using shields for his go to spells when things get dangerous.

Order of the Ember

A need for order ignites within us
We are the light that illuminates the shadows
The embers that burn against the darkness
Seeking out that which hides in the night
Harnessing the light to vanquish evil
Let our flame catch and spread within others
So that order may carry on
When our own flame is extinguished

》Current Leader: Clayton Barrett Calhoun, the current mayor of Ember Grove

》How radical 1 to 10: 6

》History: An order of witches and warlocks almost as old as the town of Ember Grove itself, formed by the few magically gifted founders of the town. As Ember Grove became a beacon for the supernatural the need arose to protect the community from those that sought to harm others. Within the order exists the belief that those with knowledge of the supernatural have a duty to protect the innocent from threats they cannot comprehend as well as working to keep the existence of magic a secret. For centuries this coven has existed, dealing with threats as they arise, and only using violent means when absolutely necessary. To the order vampires and werewolves are not automatically enemies; it is only those who cross the lines of harming others or risking exposure that the order concerns itself with. Many coven members work in law enforcement or within the government to better monitor and protect the town while also serving the community. Coven members tend to excel at summoning and controlling fire, as it is one of the best defenses against vampires, while also focusing on other forms of offensive magic and protective spells.

》Goals: To protect the town of Ember Grove from supernatural creatures and, if need be, eliminate the threats that cannot be handled by the justice system alone.

NPC-The Mayor

Name: Clayton Barrett Calhoun
Age: 163, looks about 42
List 5 personality traits: Composed, Magnetic, Pragmatic, Ambitious, and Intelligent.
Role: Current Mayor of Ember Grove, powerful warlock, leader of the Order of the Ember
Brief Personality Description: Clayton is charismatic and outgoing leader, he looks out for his constituents, both human and supernatural. Keeping the people of the town safe, and ensuing that the supernatural side of the world stays secret are his top priorities. Although he would like to make all of his decisions based solely on what is right, he understands that in the real world one must make sacrifices, gray areas are necessary and somethings, and some lives, occasionally have to be sacrificed. Clayton is gifted with charm and an ability to spin the truth to make himself look like he’s always doing the right thing while dabbling in moral ambiguity. He is not the type to lose his temper, keeping calm and collected in just about every situation, and has an abundance of patience.

Avalia

Time: Night
Location: Roshmi City—Leaky Tap Tavern
Interactions: Torvi @Tae, Belle @Potter, Elthrael @Dezuel

After having had several glasses of mead at the tavern, Bowyn continued this streak throughout the day, committing fully to not spending his first day in Roshmi sober. With Belle around he felt like he could relax more, it no longer fell on him alone to help Torvi. Belle seemed to be trustworthy enough, she had almost a full day to betray them and it hadn’t happened. She also had connections to the elves, likely the same ones who brought humans here, and so the pair of humans could now look out for each other. He welcomed the release from responsibility and took this as permission for a reprieve from the sobriety he had suffered though during the last few days. Bowyn doubted he could ever drink enough to truly drown his sorrows, as alcohol never provided him the same relief that drugs could, but he knew he could always numb himself enough to keep his sorrows at bay. During their day of shopping, or more accurately, thievery, Bowyn had stolen a flask off a demihuman bear that contained a spirit that he’d not tried before and that was delightfully potent. Throughout the day Bowyn kept himself inebriated enough to enjoy the day but not enough to become sloppy, for he still understood the danger of the situation and he was no longer alone in a forest.

It was strange to Bowyn that he was actually enjoying the company of others. At first, he wondered if he simply got along better with humans than he did with anyone of his own world but even Elleta was easy to get along with. He wanted to chalk it all up to their shared situation, the need for allies while under a constant sense of danger but, as Boreas so boldly pointed out to him during the day, it would seem that when he gave people a chance not everyone was so quick to let him down. It was also entirely possible that he was just drunk enough to be content in the present something he could not normally accomplish sober. He wasn’t sure what to do with this newfound sense of camaraderie but so long as these allies shared a similar goal, he didn’t see them getting in the way of his own goal. As long as he was not betrayed before Aeryn was laid to rest anything that happened after that was trivial to him. Accepting that his own death would likely be both soon and inevitable had certainly made others seem like less of a threat to him.

Once night came, they returned to the Leaky Tap, finding in almost exactly as they had left it and with the same strange cloaked man that they had seen before. Had he been waiting around for them to return all day? It certainly seemed like he had, with his not so discreet dropping of an apple near them, and Bowyn wondered how he knew they’d even be back at the tavern. He didn’t have to bother with questioning the strange man as Belle, Elleta, and Torvi all had that one covered, so Bowyn instead studied the man as the others questioned his motives. He didn’t like the unsettling grin that showed of sharp teeth that the man wore proudly. The man’s responses and grin made it clear that he enjoyed antagonizing others, a tactic Bowyn was not unfamiliar. It seemed what the cloaked man wanted was to know what Bowyn was doing so far south which he found disconcerting. Not only did the strange man with pointy teeth seem to know where they were staying but he was questioning Bowyn’s presence and so openly talking about knowing a human as well.

“I’m on vacation, seeing all the cities and forests I can before they burn to the ground. I don’t know if you’ve heard but things have gotten quite dangerous up north. As for my friends here, it is easier to find fine company when you’re not offering to peel them.” Bowyn responded dryly, the man was clearly asking for trouble and while Bowyn was not interested in trouble he also didn’t care for the way in which he addressed the others. An uneasy Boreas shifted on Bowyn’s shoulder, the merlin watching the strange man closely as well, feeding off Bowyn’s own distrust. “Why so interested in my kind? You do seem rather hot-blooded maybe you need to cool off?” He added.