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In Ember Grove - Supernatural RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Late Morning
Location: l'amour est dans l'air to Ember Grove Mall
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Helene had to politely excuse herself from her new quartet, stating that she feeling a little exhausted and wanted to go home and rest a little. The fatigue was slightly worse than this morning but it was nothing that she couldn't manage. Yes, she should be able to continue on a little longer. With that incident on the stage, she realized what was the source of her mysterious affliction. The last time she had any blood to drink was two days ago before she left the protection of her home. No longer were her meals of blood provided her, saving her from the gruesome act most vampires did on a daily basis. The one time her mother made her do it herself she hated herself afterwards. There had to be some other way. Helene just hold out until she found it. In the meantime, she would heed Marceau's words and shop for a wardrobe that was more appropriate to wear out in town after taking her violin home.

That was what lead Helene to the mall, from what she understood this was the place that humans went to purchase all kinds of goods. The building itself was massive but upon entering the building Helene's eyes lit up like a child in a candy store. There were so many different places that she didn't have the faintest idea where to start! In fact, she had little to no idea of what kind of clothes would make her blend in better. With a bright smile that made her forget all about her hunger, she headed into the very first clothing store she spotted. Everything was just so new and unlike anything she was used to that she wanted to try it all on. While looking at a black sweater, her smile faded as the soft sleeves slid from her hands. Helene thought about how more fun this would be with a group of friends like she had seen in shows. She shook her head of the negative thoughts. After getting new clothes, she would surely be able to make some friends no problem!

Helene hummed a catchy tune as she left the store with five bags in both hands, each filled with all sorts of clothing, and resumed her journey through the mall carrying them like they were weightless. As she got further in, she began to believe she may been a little too eager with the first store as there were plenty more to explore. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of her mother moving through the crowd but the next moment she was gone. It was just her imagination, but that didn't stop the feeling of dread. The Sinclaire Foundation was watching her, that much she knew from the audition flyer in her new apartment. Helene knew it was only a matter of time until her mother showed up.
In Ember Grove - Supernatural RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Sweet Keks
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel



Sorrel's smile and giggle nearly knocked him off his feet, though his pristine balance would never allow such a embarrassing act! It also filled him with glee to hear her reply back to him in Italian, though he could hear the hints of a different accent in her voice. Volfango clutched his heart in a dramatic fashion and pretended to fall by hanging on the corner of the counter and slowly lowering himself a little "Call that ambulance for Volfango for he shall not stand much longer!" Flirting with a beautiful woman or man was great, but when they returned it by flirting or teasing themselves it was fantastic! After all, there was nothing wrong with a little flirting.

As Sorrel placed his items on the counter, Volfango reached into his pocket and retrieved his credit card from his wallet. He grinned when she mentioned him coming from Italy "Volfango came to the United States to be an actor and model! He rushed to Ember Grove once he heard of a bakery owner with the most gorgeous eyes! You come from somewhere else as well, yes?" Voflango was not entirely sure but he could hear an accent in her voice, though it was clear she has been in this country for much longer than he has. Being a werewolf was something he was told to keep hidden, so he couldn't mention that as his reason for coming here. Volfango handed her his credit card for payment and took his hornchen in his hand and took a bite. His taste-buds screamed in delight as the sweetness of the jam meshed with the warm fluffiness of the croissant "Mmmm. Beautiful and talented! Volfango has to know, will you be free later? He must repay such a delicious treat with dinner!" He had completely forgotten about going back to his pack so he could experience his transformation in a safe environment.

However, little to the eccentric wolf's knowledge he was being hunted by someone familiar and much higher in the food-chain. He had run away from his situation without considering the consequences of his actions and now his problems were going to follow him to Ember Grove just as he was getting used to his new supernatural lifestyle.

In Ember Grove - Supernatural RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Streets of Ember Grove
Interaction: @princess



Lucius smiled warmly at the compliment and laughed a little "I am happy you liked it.". He nodded in response to her warning, his smile turning into a solemn frown, though he was very much aware of their presence. They had been a great pain in his side for a long time, though no matter how many plots to get rid of them they would always spring back up like the little cockroaches they were. Despite the information about hunters in the area, he smiled once more "There will always be critics, I suppose. They've yet to roast these old bones!" He cheerfully said in a rather optimistic tone. How easy it would be to simply reach out and wrapped his hands around her thin, little neck. How would she try to escape his tightening grasp before the last lights of life faded from her? Would she claw desperately at his hands? Would try to utter a spell before her neck collapsed completely? What kind of abilities did her familiar have that might save their master? It was all so fascinating to to imagine how a person would struggle to survive.

He had only been able to survey the town a little during his time here, so it was important to know the locations of the major players. However, he didn't want to push on that subject just yet. "If you could show me the location of the local library, I'd appreciate it. I love to read and I am looking for something new. If I'm lucky, I might even meet some fellow performers like myself!" A little research on the town itself could prove to be useful in making the right moves. It wasn't as though he could follow her to where she was headed. That would be far too suspicious and make this encounter void. Time and patience. All good things come to those who wait after all...and those who prepare. Contingencies needed to be made after gathering information about the various factions in Ember Grove. He could try and convert her coven all he wanted but how many would resist or die fighting? At that point, it was more efficient just to eliminate them to begin with instead of wasting resources and time.
In Silver Gate Academy - Interest Check [Negima inspired magic school RP] → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks


Got a rough skeleton done and figured I would update it here as I work on it.
In Ithradine's Character Storage → 4 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets
In Silver Gate Academy - Interest Check [Negima inspired magic school RP] → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
This seems like it could be a lot of fun. I'll see about drafting a CS sometime soon.
In Ember Grove - Supernatural RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Lover's Lake --->His apartment ---> Sweet Keks
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel




Volfango felt a sudden chill permeate his entire body forcing him awake, that felt more ominous that a simple breeze. He shot up into a sitting position and a thick fog had overtaken the lake and the surrounding area in such a way that even the sunlight felt hazy. His new instincts were telling him that something was wrong. Very wrong. "Genesis! Can you hear Volfango?" He yelled out into the seemingly endless fog, and heard nothing in response. Normally, he wouldn't be worried but this wasn't anything but normal. The very air felt charged with killer intent....as if something was staring him down. A figure slowly emerged from the darkness and Volfango tensed his muscles for confrontation. The person that emerged from the dense fog was himself.

He felt his heart freeze as he stared at his own visage, not that he didn't love staring at himself but this was not the same as a mirror. The other him did not say a word and instead kept on moving towards him. "Stay away from Volfango or else!" He demanded but the other him only seemed to pick up speed. Volfango had no idea what was happening but he felt little other choice than to use the power he had been avoiding since he was bitten. He looked struggled to find the beast inside and came up with nothing. Despite it feeling like any moment he could turn the day before, nothing was happening. He would have to fight this the normal way, at least he planned to. His other self suddenly stopped about forty feet from him. Its body began to contort and skins began to break as Volfango watched it transform into a werewolf before his very eyes. The creature was massive and its muscles seemed large enough to crush his head like a grape.

Volfango's legs took off before his mind even decided it was time to run. There was nothing he could do against it. Adrenaline and fear coursed through his veins in equal measure as he darted into the heavy fog, dodging trees and fallen logs as he ran towards any sign of help. Meanwhile he could heard the sound of snapping wood and heavy breathing behind him. This was now on the top of the list of things that he didn't understand but he didn't want to die. Voflango ran faster than he ever had before but seemed no close to reaching Ember Grove nor escaping his pursuer, who was quickly closing in. All it took was planting his foot on some poor footing and his body smashed into the brush. There was not time to recover as his other self was instantly upon him. "Please! Do-" The words barely escaped his mouth before the strong jaws of the werewolf sunk into his neck and crushed it. After confirming its kill, the werewolf began to feast.


Volfango's eyes shot open as he surged forward, breathing quite heavily as beads of sweat dripped from his head. A hand immediately went towards his neck and found everything to be intact. He let out a deep and heavy sigh as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. A nightmare. That was the first time he's had one since he was a child. That all it was. A bad dream. His attention turned to his immediate surroundings. The sun was rising in the sky and there was no trace of fog he could see. His gaze turned down as his hand touched an jacket he immediately knew belonged to Genesis. She must have woken up first and placed it on him. The troubled look turned into a grin as he remembered the night's events fully. It would certainly be a night that would never leave his mind, though he was rather glad she took off before him. It saved him the trouble. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin a great night by making it into something more. With that in mind, he got dressed into his own clothes and headed back into town with her jacket tucked tightly under his arms. With his new sense of smell, it was possible to use the scent off the jacket to track her down but he didn't even consider it. Volfango just wanted to clear his mind with a hot shower and a hot breakfast.

He reached his apartment fairly quickly, giving a wink to some rather good looking man as he walked passed. After all, Voflango was far more sexy and fun then that prudish woman on his side. It was tempting to stay with the rest of his new pack but for now he needed time and space to figure all this out. The sound of rushing water as it poured over his body did little to stop his mind from thinking about what happened in his dream. That was who he was now. A werewolf. There was no waking up and returning to being just the fabulous Volfango. He was scared of becoming nothing more than wild beast but maybe it was time to stop fighting the inevitable. The other members of Liam's pack were able to control their werewolf side, so it was without a doubt he could as well. As he exited the shower and got dressed, Volfango had steeled his resolve. Tonight he would go to Liam and try to transform into his werewolf form.

Volfango left his apartment feeling reassured in himself. If there truly was no turning back, well he was going to be the goddamn most beautiful werewolf there ever was! Despite it being later in the morning, he decided to try out the one shop they passed on the way to the lake. Sweet Keks it was called and according to the reviews on his phone, was quite worth the visit. With luck, there would be a nice piece of eye candy alongside the pastries. Volfango walked to Sweet Keks, well more like strut, with a pair of expensive black sunglasses to add to his already radiant confidence. Werewolf or not. Nightmare or daydream. Nothing was going to stop Volfango from being his true self and owning every moment.

"Volfango is here! Please, do remain seated!" He proclaimed upon entering the bakery. Mixed with the various sweet scents of the baked goods was a oddly familiar one, though it was too far mixed with the others. Volfango removed his sunglasses as he made his way to the counter and then hung them off the V in his shirt. Lucky for him the line was not too long, though the same could not be said about the stares of the other customers. Volfango could not blame them for recognizing his majesty. At last it came his time to order and it seemed lady luck indeed did favor him. The woman standing at the counter was such the sight to behold that he began to wonder if she was on the menu as well "Buongiorno! Volfango shall need the hospital if these treats are as sweet as you." He said with no hesitation then proceeded to order right after. "Volfango shall have the Hornchen with jam and a coffee just black. Grazie." He smiled warmly at Sorrel, having not the faintest idea who or what she was.
In Ember Grove - Supernatural RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Late Morning
Location: l'amour est dans l'air
Interaction:



Nothing disturbed Helene on the journey to her destination, allowing her the single company of her thoughts. She had already decided on the piece she was going to play. Niccolo Paganini Caprice No. 24 in A Minor Op. 1. Widely regarded as an incredibly difficult solo to play, Helene had spent most of her free time mastering pieces just like it. It had been her obsession since the first time she held an instrument in her hands. Music flowed through her veins instead of blood. Her violin was a special construction designed for the incredible wear Helene put on her instruments due to her vampiric qualities. Now at last, she had arrived at the first destination on the path to her dream.

The strength in her knees began to waver as she stared up at the sign to the restaurant. It could have been any place but knowing that she would be performing in front of real people? Well it chilled this vampire to the core. Helene took a deep breath and collapsed her umbrella before heading inside. Stage-fright. That was what it was called, and she was terrified as she followed the directions to the stage "This way, mademoiselle." What if she wasn't good enough? What if her dream was the foolish notion of a child? What if it would have been better to stay in her gilded cage? These and many other questions assaulted her mind as she took her steps towards the stage. It was so overwhelming that she felt like crying. Running away.

Helene placed her violin's case on a table provided and took out the black instrument outlined in silver, leaving her umbrella off to the side. Two men and one woman sat in chairs next to a round table in front of the stage and she could feel their eyes on her. Holding the violin in one hand and the bow in the other, she closed her eyes and opened them a moment later. This was not the time to have second thoughts. She could do this! No matter how scared or nervous she was, she couldn't back down. And so, she turned to face the three who would judge her fate with a determined look in her eyes. Just from observation, the women appeared to be in her mid-thirties while the one man appeared in his late-thirties and the other about early-forties. Helene, of course, was much older than them but she would appear no older than her mid-twenties and she could see that judgement in their eyes already.

The older gentleman was the first one to speak "Would you please give us your name and what you plan to play?" His tone hinted at Germanic descent but one that has been in America for a long time.

Helene gave a nod and spoke clearly "My name is Helene Si-St.Claire. Yes, Helene St. Claire. I shall be playing Niccolo Paganini Caprice No. 24 in A Minor Op. 1." She had nearly given her clan name.

A shared look of surprised gripped the judges, with the female judge seemingly a little offset "Are you sure that is what you'd like to play?"

Helene gave a beaming smile and a simple reply"Yes."

The female judge looked at her fellow judges and shrugged, the look on her face made it seem like she didn't believe Helene could pull it off "Very well, Miss St. Claire. Please begin." The oldest gentleman said, taking hold of a clipboard and pen as did the others.

Helene inhaled deeply just for her own focus, putting in her the proper mindset to let the spirit of the music flow into her. Years of practice was fervently engaged as she began to slide the bow across the strings of the violin, her fingers deftly manipulating the strings to play the exact note she wanted. Her eyes closed soon after as she began, allowing her to completely put the judges out of her mind. It was just her and the music, pitting her skill against the complexity of the piece in a heated battle. Her hopes, dreams, and passion flowed into her performance and soon her body began to move with it. What was only minutes felt like centuries but soon enough her performance was reaching its end. As the final note was struck, Helene slowed opened her eyes, nervous about what she might see.

The three judges who had shown some disbelief in her piece selection were utterly blown away, their expressions appearing as though they could not believe that such performance had come from such a young and unheard of woman. Their senses finally seemed to return to them, but they looked at each other as if not sure what to say. However, the older gentleman smiled at Helene and rose from his seat and turned to face the man who had shown her to the stage "Monsieur. We have concluded the auditions, please turn anyone else who shows up away.". Helene wasn't entirely sure what was going as he came up on the stage "Miss St. Claire. In the twenty years I have been performing, never once have I heard a performance quite like yours. It would be our honor to invite you to the Sierra Quartet." He said with extending his hand out.

The words didn't even register at first Helene was so shocked. They were willing to close down their auditions just to have her? Her gaze turned to the other two judges who smiled back at her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took the gentleman's hand in an enthusiastic handshake, one in which she might have gripped too hard."I-I..graciously accept.It was hard to even speak with just how happy she was right now. Living in her mother's shadow for so long and finally she felt validation for something she accomplished. The three people had no idea what this meant to her, nor did they know of her identity as a vampire. She suddenly felt light-headed and her eyes locked onto the large vein that pulsed in gentleman's neck and all the blood that must flow through it....

"Miss, are you alright?" She snapped back and released her grip, realizing she had not let go of his hand yet.

Helene laughed it off and nodded "That performance must have taken more out of me than I thought."
In Ember Grove - Supernatural RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Streets of Ember Grove
Interaction: @princess



She had only let it her expression slip for a moment but it was enough for Lucius to know he had caught her off-guard. Lucius himself maintained a gentle, kind expression with the poise and stature of someone who possesses a great deal of wisdom. Regal, yet soft "Ah, I appreciate it. While I do love the rain, it's never good to be in it for too long." He said in response to her sheltering him with her umbrella. However, she quickly shifted the conversation onto him. It was not too surprising. He had mostly secluded himself for the past couple weeks with the Children of the Black Moon exclusively and only rarely ventured into the public areas of Ember Grove. Two weeks and he had usurped the the spineless wrench of a leader from her position. Now it was time to plant the seeds of dissent in Ember Grove one step at a time. However, he needed far more information about the different forces in play.

Lucius nodded in response to her question with sheepish smile as he rubbed the back of his neck "Yeah, you got me. I'm still trying to figure out where everything is. People seem to think I'm a little scary so its hard to get directions." He laughed at his own misfortune. It occurred to Lucius that he might be able to avoid the hassle of finding the proper body to imitate, if she would simply introduce him to her coven. While playing this kind teacher character was painful at times, it was less so then some of the other lives he's taken over the years. The first step was letting her known exactly what he was in terms of being a warlock. Second, would be to earn her relative trust. The latter he was dreading. "Inde rem hanc adducite." He spoke just loud enough for her to hear, making a hand movement similar to a performing magician.

A red rose with a shortened stem appeared in his hand, a rather cliche item for a magic trick but that was the point. Bystanders would simply see it as the same magic trick they've seen a thousand times but only Violet would know otherwise, at least so was his hope."Not too bad, right? I thought learning some simple tricks would help break the ice in a new place." He lightheartedly said with a cheery expression. In the unlikely event she was not a witch, playing it off as a simple magic trick protected his identity as well. Infiltrate and identify the main threats then proceed to eliminate. Any coven that was not the Disciples posed a threat to his end goal. A process honed over a thousand years of trial and conflict. At last he had the chance to make his ultimate goal come true.
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