McHaggis

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

I do what I want!
*throws out airlock*

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Inb4 The Medusa becomes a smuggling vessel with Risty at the helm.

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

Siobhan let out a brief sigh of relief that she hadn't said the wrong thing after a few moments of worry as Kyle's eyes widened. At first she'd thought she'd been unintentionally offensive, that perhaps her new friend was scared of dragons (which would have put a damper on the whole thing), but when he asked her if they were dangerous, she couldn't help but smile.

"They're... well, I want to say that they aren't dangerous, but they are. Just a little," she said. "I'm only allowed to work with the hatchlings until I'm fourteen. Hebridean Blacks aren't very good with fire 'til they're a bit older, and they can be pretty small coming out the eggs. Their bites are no worse than a dog's!" When she thought that Kyle might be looking for some sort of sign of disfigurement-by-dragon on her, she considered lifting up her hair and showing him her earlobe where there was a large tear in it. Unlike Alistair's reaction to his awful childhood experience with the scaled beasts, it only sparked Siobhan's interest in it. "It's the family business, is all. Bites and burns are just a... an 'occupation hazard.'"

Tilting her head inquisitively to the side, she asked, "What does your family do?" Alistair was never forthcoming with information about his friends, though he knew most of them had parents working in some way, shape or form with the Ministry. She wondered if Kyle's family were like that – "Boring", said a small, judgemental part of her – or if they were wandmakers or adventurers or professional Quiddich players, all ambitious enough in their own fields to get into Slytherin. Secretly she hoped for the latter.

Blood Lust: Eternal Night

Thanks <3

You're missing a star because she's searching for a cure for vampirism lol

Everyone needs to have a hobby! Even 1841 year old vamps.

Given that she travelled abroad in search of a cure, I think she definitely could have gone to Japan at some point so if she's accepted, we could maybe work out a brief past meeting between her and Shinku?

The Walking Dead [High Casual]

Lazy nursing student with the lowest scores in his class here (hopefully).

Hogwarts: Legacy of Lord Voldemort

The Great Hall – Slytherin Table
Anthony Stuart

Anthony allowed himself a small smile. Beneath the table, the fist he had been clenching – out of frustration for having to talk to David – began to relax. He knew it was a weakness, so obviously sated by having his ego stroked, but by Merlin was he pleased that someone had heard of his achievements. Puffed up like a proud peacock, he said, “Thanks.”

Maybe this new acquaintance of his wouldn't be so bad after all.

Even so, Anthony stilled very, very quickly as the 'old days' were mentioned. What was it that his own father had said? Even if they seem like an ally, if they talk about our side they may well be a spy. David could be looking for a confession, information to send his dad to Azkaban in a cell right next to his mother.

But the war had been over for years, and he didn't feel like getting up and walking away from David to end the conversation – that would be downright rude. Anthony had to hope for the best. “It's certainly possible,” he eventually managed, scraping his plate with his fork. “He would have probably known my mother more. She was more... enthusiastic and involved in her work than my dad was at the time.”

The Walking Dead [High Casual]

Interested.

Blood Lust: Eternal Night

Made my second character. I hope it's okay to have both from the same family/clan!

Morven of Clan Blackmoore

The Maiden of Skye
FAMILY: A distant but fiercely loyal advisor of Clan Blackmoore. Responsible for siring most of the clan indirectly, if not all of them, through those she turned personally in the earliest days of the Roman invasion of Britain. Morven currently maintains a small hamlet on the Isle of Skye where four vampires other than herself live, all of them devoted to their polytheistic religions.

Hers is the smallest portion of Scotland, however, its tactical position is of utmost importance for the lineage as it will become the last bastion of hidden vampiric life should the church even seem to be considering openly hunting them again. The few who follow her are ancient and wise, as well as exclusively female.

FAMILIAL POLITICAL SUPPORT: Neutral bordering on liberal.

APPEARANCE: Morven was a fifteen year old girl when she was turned; short, gaunt, and barely out of what must have been an impoverished childhood. Vampirism has emphasised the paleness of her skin, leaving her dark freckles in stark contrast with it. Her hair is a dull, listless shade of auburn and always tied up in intricate braids that she must have had help with.

She usually decorates her skin with mossy green swirls and lines using face paint, especially when venturing outdoors or somewhere she can be seen, and her wrists and arms are tattooed in the same colour with bridal patterns. In past centuries she was the embodiment of the baobhan sith and quite possibly where the legends originated from.

TRUE AGE: 1841 (roughly)

BLOOD LUST AFFINITY: Men with ambiguous or even no morals – typically adulterers, rapists and murderers (of women and children).

HISTORY: An illegitimate child in the highlands who was foisted off on her disreputable father, Morven was left to raise herself for the most part. She was never given an education, either on how to write or how to read, and spent most of her days wandering a particularly thick forested area. When she turned thirteen, she was married off at a cheap price to a travelling mercenary whose eye she caught, primarily for the pious religious views she was cultivating. Her husband, Dagda, was a self-destructive, masochistic vampire who thought his only worth was in resisting his true nature and refusing to drink the blood of women and children.

Fatally injured during a chance encounter with a particularly violent legion of Roman soldiers, Dagda fled with his wife to a nearby cave where he was forced to turn her, against his own wishes and code of honour. Shortly thereafter, he fled the country and neither hide nor hair was seen of him again in Scotland. Morven was left to struggle through the tumultuous fledgeling years on her own and in her wake she left entire groups of men – Romans and Picts, soldiers and hunters alike – drained of blood.

At some point before Christianity became widespread on the Isles, Morven snapped back to reality and looked around in horror at the life she had been living. Like Dagda, she had sired and abandoned many vampires, none of whom would ever know she 'mothered' them, so to speak. She made a vow of purity, chastity and honour and moved to the Island of Skye where she created a small coven by siring a handful of new children. After the girls, she would create no more.

Worshipping a cocktail of old Celtic polytheistic Gods and Goddesses as well as a few Roman ones, she particularly focused on the goddess Airmed, a goddess of healing. The few times she travelled outside of the British Isles, she began to research into a 'cure' for vampirism much to the dismay of many others who were satisfied with their way of life. Her centuries of work have yielded no results whatsoever, save for an intricate understanding of herbal medicine.

During the 14th century, she and her coven openly joined forces with Clan Blackmoore, though only Morven ventured outwith the Isle of Skye during this time. She fought and starved with the other vampires on the moors and despite her small size and frail appearance she was more than enough to help combat the humans. Alistair Blackmoore, whose sire she sired, took a liking to her in particular and promised her a more pacifistic leader to serve under if she joined up with him.

In the short-lived and bloody vampiric uprising in the background of the Jacobite rebellions, she served as Alistair's chief executor, still following her code but ultimately abandoning her isolated way of life. Now she is one of the senior members of The Council, an advisor to the young Blackmoore chieftain.

Hogwarts: Legacy of Lord Voldemort

The Great Hall – Slytherin Table
Anthony Stuart

Clearly, he wasn't fast enough to escape Scruffy Dave, who returned not so scruffy and in complete uniform. His French Toast wasn't even halfway done, mostly because he was contemplating the meaning of that smile. It wasn't a smirk, it wasn't false, it was genuine. Nobody smiled at Anthony Stuart, not in Slytherin at least – he was the guy who took too long in the bathroom and pulled consistently high scores on his test and was a stickler over uniform. With no answers, when the older boy sat down, Anthony felt like screaming.

(A small part of him knew he was being dramatic for the sake of it, and he didn't actually mind this David person, but he ruthlessly squashed it under an imaginary heel.)

"Yeah, I'm Anthony," he said. "Anthony Stuart." Get the surname in there, that's right. His father would be proud. Making unexpected acquaintances with those below him would warrant a pat on the back, too. Using a slight grin and an exaggeratedly pompous upturn of his nose, he sarcastically (with a hint of truth and arrogance) continued, "I'm not surprised you've heard of me."

"I think you're David."

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

Siobhan grinned. It was exciting, on two levels. She about to go to the school her parents had gone to, where they had excelled (to different definitions of the word), had made friends and enemies that follow them to this day and she was meeting new people, talking to them as she had never been able to before more than a few words. If everyone in her year at Hogwarts was like Kyle, she decided, friendly and anxious and willing to talk to her, she would have the best time of her life.

“Mhm. I don't know a MacFusty that hadn't gone to Hogwarts. And it does get lonely, because even though there's six of us we're the only magical folk on the island,” and to that she grinned. The pit of her stomach that was rolling around nervous at the promise of alienating a friend shouted, no! Don't say it! “When Alistair went to Hogwarts, I just hung around with the dragons.”

Such a Gryffindor thing to do, she cursed herself, smiling entirely on the outside when she badly wanted to cringe. 'Nobody's interested in Dragons, Siobhan,' is what Alistair had said to her while they were in Diagon Alley. It certainly seemed that way, as when she had tried to make small talk with a Slytherin upper year in one of the shops he had only scoffed at the mention of her Hebridean Blacks.

Maybe Kyle liked them? Siobhan had to hope that he knew she wasn't trying to brag about it. It would hurt drastically if he told her to get out the compartment, or hexed her like Alistair and his friends often did to each other when they were displeased, or just got up and walked away.