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Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Canoli said
I don't entirely understand the description of the world; is it a separate realm, like an alternate dimension, or is the RP set in the "real" world, with the supernatural being kept a secret from humanity?

The Veiled World is the world behind the 'mundane' one we see. So London and New York and Sydney and Moscow and Beijing and Mumbai all exist as we know them, but the Veiled World exists right alongside them, hidden from the sight of most of humanity.

And congratulations LT, and yeah Atticus and Henry! Oh, how I've missed all these characters!

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Name: Victoria Tamarind "Veti" Blasko



Gender: Female

Age: 26

Creature Type: Werewolf

Appearance: Veti stands about 6' tall, and is very muscular, with long, straight blood-red hair and sapphire blue eyes. The woman has a body made for high quality leather, which she wears liberally (or provocatively liberally when she's out clubbing - or at the very least, when she did go out, prior to this last assignment for Bain & Hoyle). Veti has many tattoos that include sleeves down both arms (shoulder to wrist) with a Japanese-style koi on the left, and a tiger on the right; a serpent with its head coiled over her heart, it's body wrapped around her neck and slithering down her back, and the great tree Yggdrasil, twining from her ankle all the way to her hip.

Skillset: Veti is quite brilliant, a member of Mensa and a sought-after researcher as an acknowledged expert in occult antiquities. In short, she is a detective, fluent in modern French, ancient Norse and Japanese. As a werewolf, she has extremely heightened senses and, even in her human form, possesses supernatural reflexes, speed, strength and endurance, as well as the ability to heal from even the most egregious wounds almost instantly - well, except for anything silver through the heart. That, most unfortunately, will kill her outright.

Oh, and Veti has a serious "thing" for firearms. A huge "thing." The bigger the caliber the better, and her Desert Eagle .50 AE is a self-described "extension of her soul," and usually holstered at her leg, or at her shoulder. Her other baby is a Barret M107 .50 cal sniper rifle, along with various other much-loved bits of weaponry she keeps tucked away for use.

Background: Veti had a fairly normal childhood, despite the fact she was acknowledged to be anything but normal at a very young age. She grew up in Lake Placid, NY, her mother a middle school teacher and her father a retired professional wrestler-turned-successful-true-crime-novelist. After graduating high school at 13, Veti managed to obtain both her Anthropology doctorates (specializing in Viking/Norse archaeology in both North America and Europe, and Japanese folklore) by the time she was 18.

Obviously something of a prodigy, Veti was recruited to Bain & Hoyle's at 19 after she was turned, honing her natural research and detective skills to a razor's edge, and has been with the company ever since. Veti is also a 'lone wolf,' rejected from adoption by any of the twelve remaining packs of the worldwide werewolf governing body, the Lupus Naturae, because of the method by which she was turned. Neither bitten nor born a wolf, she was 'created' during a never-to-be-repeated act of transmutation and sex magicks with the man who became her on-again-off-again lover for the next several years, the hereditary warlock Thad (or rather "Max" as he first introduced himself, using his shape-shifting abilities to create a form he thought most appealing to Veti at the time - and then subsequently finding himself stuck inside until the moment of his death).

Veti currently lives in a 2-bedroom studio loft in Boston with her best friend, the vampiress Siya, who she loves as dearly as the sister she never had. Veti carries some regret for the unlife her dear friend possesses now. No, not because she wishes she hadn't blown that predatory blood-sucker's head off when she saw him murder the young girl Siya had been - far, far from it and the vampiric Court of Cain could get bent for all she gave a good damn. Rather, because she hadn't been quick enough with the .50 cal bullet that turned his head to a crimson pulpy spray against the night club's dumpster, to keep the beautiful young girl from an unliving existence she despised.

Veti has... Well, she's changed since returning from their last assignment, far quieter, foregoing all the drinking and fighting, partying and screwing that marked most of her world until Thad died, sacrificing himself to enter death itself and face the soul of one of their greatest foes to date. She has apparently, however, found strange companionship in the presence of the Reaper, Daisy, who says very little but remains near omnipresent whenever she's not taking care of her own deathly duties. Though they never speak a word of what happened when he died, or how Thad's promised return to the world of the living never materialized, Veti still finds even the mere presence of the Reaper - the last being to see her lover 'alive' - somehow strangely comforting.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Oh I told you already Heroes, that only you and two other people could tempt me into anything new before the end of this term - and of course nothing's changed ;) I might be moving a touch slow, but yes, count me in hon.

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Well that's all nicely established then, DEFINITELY Orran is outside! XD Do you have enough to make a post? hehe

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Oh hon, hope you feel better and if you need to keep on resting? Well don't worry about it! Just get to feeling better, Idle *gentle hugs*

And Walrus, I was wondering if there's more to be done so you can get something up too? I just wasn't entirely sure about Anndrais and Orran at this point, exactly where they were, so didn't want to make assumptions?

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Nothing uninspired about your post at all Jinxer! This thread could always use more Wilfred of course, and Robbie too when he gets about a bit more. I'd say more Harald too.

But I hate him.

Lots.

In a 'good' way. Still hate him. >.> ;) hehe

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Mine too! XD You added much fun stuffs Idle, so between homework and catch up elsewhere, took me a little longer to reply than intended, but all still happened! ;)

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Svala’s cheeks reddened beneath the cowl of her wraps, words stunned from her lips by the young man’s easy compliments, both pretty and unexpected. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t pleased. She was, if only for that infectiously happy, dimpled grin.

But the young woman was also keenly aware of eyes turned on her now, and the judgment of her family that would certainly come by her actions, her honor a reflection on her father, her brother… Svala was no wanton, and she bit her lip softly as she moved past the elder of Ragnar’s men. She glanced up from beneath her hood as he swiped the dark hair from his face, and found much to like in those solemn, thoughtful eyes.

Though Svala found much more to appreciate in his words, spoken low, softly, though she caught them nonetheless. She stopped for a moment despite the sleet, and glanced over her shoulder to the elder of the two men. A wide sweet smile graced him, grateful and genuine though she could not know if he noticed or no. Svala had reason to be out in this weather at any rate, and flirting was assuredly not that reason.

She turned away once more, and trotted toward her Madir who seemed engrossed in some intense conversation with the housekarl Loker.

Hallerna never once expected to be so handily disarmed by words alone. Like a petulant child she'd been spoiling for a fight, furious she'd been so utterly helpless to keep all the little family she had left safe from harm. But the first words of danger to all the children in Trelleborg stopped her cold, like a much-needed slap to the face though Loker had done nothing of the sort. No, it was his words, reasonable and assured, the calm acknowledgement that her family had been wronged, insulted, but that exacting her rights could only call down pain and blood on the heads of innocent and guilty alike...

Like a torch tossed into a bucket of water, all her fury was extinguished in an instant. She could see full well how ridiculous she was being, that she should in no way invite Harald’s notice, for the sake of her girls if nothing else. The realization left behind something far smaller and colder in her chest than her righteous fury, not much more than a lump of ash in its wake. Hallerna's axe-wielding arm fell back to her side and she wrapped her arms about her chest almost protectively, though she still clutched its handle.

Loker’s thoughts moved as swiftly as his words. Hallerna did not miss the layers of worry that weighted the housekarl’s voice and creased his otherwise handsome face, and she instantly regretted adding one more care to his already heavy load. The young Jarl had still not returned, had he? Nor had any one of the search parties, the seidrmadr among them - and still Loker found the wherewithal to offer her family protection, an unexpected sanctuary though her pride prickled at the thought this might be something like… Charity.

“Madir? Madir, you are soaked right through! Ah! Where would we be if you were sick, hmm?” It was Svala’s voice that snapped her from her reverie. Hallerna glanced up at her brave, beautiful daughter as she approached, unfolding her cloak with one hand as she made to wrap it about her mother’s shoulders, pulling the hood carefully about her mother’s face.

Hallerna was chilled to her very bones, but the wraps were warm, and warmer still from being held dry beside her daughter’s beating heart. So like a little mother she was, her pretty Svala. She should have a babe in her arms one day… Perhaps she should have had one already, but there was no changing what was past. Only what was to come.

“Tomorrow,” Hallerna said finally, her mind decided in that one tender gesture by Svala. Dignity be damned. If anything should happen to her girls, there would be no comfort found in her pride. There would be no comfort found in this life ever again.

“Tomorrow morning we will all come to stay at the Hall. We’ll just need some time to gather our things.” The truth of the matter was that packing all their worldly goods, all they had fled with from the farm or scavenged from the village this morning, would take a total of ten minutes at best - but Hallerna refused to appear a beggar before the housekarl.

Svala’s eyebrows lifted in surprise though she wisely said nothing. She’d not forgotten the conversation overheard that very morning, but there was something in the housekarl’s gaze as he looked at her Madir that struck her as… Interesting. That he seemed near reluctant to turn his gaze away.

“We’ll not be useless mouths to feed though, nor cause Freya a moment’s regret for your offer,” Hallerna continued, the very act of making that decision seeming to sweep away any remaining doubts. “It seems your bread Svala, was well-received. And Eyja is a hard worker, only young enough to still need some direction. Even that kitten of hers will learn to mouse for his meals… “

Hallerna smiled, truly smiled as she wrapped her arm about Svala’s shoulders and pulled her close, kissing the top of her daughter’s hooded head tenderly before looking back to Loker once more.

“Thank you,” she breathed softly, not realizing the words came out a sigh of relief. “And yes, it was the painted man, the Christian who fought the raiders. Orran is his name, and he forsook the search party to… To watch over my daughters. Far more than ‘mouthy’ to me and mine, I’m sure you’ll understand. I owe him a great deal as well – at the very least, a hot meal.

“You speak wisdom, Loker. Let’s all be out of this weather.”

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You can if you like Idle, I have a few spare minutes before I head out for the night too. But I'm in no hurry either, so if you like your post as is? It's perfectly fine with me to respond a little later too, I'm all kinds of flexible and such!

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Oh thanks you guys! It was fun writing, just took me sooooo much longer than I intended >< Looking forward to whatever you get up today Idle, but if you don't get the chance? It's all good, you just enjoy your evening and tomorrow will still come along too ;)