These past several days had been hard, not only for the coven but for the leader more specifically. Riley had been crushed to see her friend dead and Nathan didn't know what to do. He had offered to look for the murderer but she had declined. That night Nathan got very, very drunk. Since then Nathan has tried his hardest to comfort Riley, without much success. If she needed something fetched or someone dead he could do that, but matters of the heart he had little experience with. There hadn't been a need for it until now and Nathan was becoming frustrated with his inability. He almost lost it when the pack leader of the beasts threatened her. He was just waiting for the signal to jump at this dog before Riley called him off.
That was awhile ago, now he was waiting for anything. He knew she could sense him but anybody else wouldn't. When the Alpha came in again Nathan was ready to pounce, all he needed was half a reason to attack and he would. The two greeted civilly if not harshly and Riley called Nathan out, telling him he needed to go. Not one to disobey, Nathan left taking his place in front of the entrance, with a pack just a couple yards ahead of him.
Nathan kept stoic, a brief flashback of his first coven clawed to the forefront before being beat down. They, along with us, were here for a higher purpose. So Nathan stood still and endured their stink until Riley came out and gave her little speech. When that was over Nathan entered the room after she did, he had some words to say to her.
Gaining his courage, Nathan was about to do something he had never done before. Give his own orders to his leader. With a difficulty Nathan said "I cannot allow you to go alone, its do dangerous. If anything were to happen to you the coven would be lost...I don't have the strength to see another fall because I wasn't there!" Nathan was loosing his composer and he felt embarrassment flood through him. This isn't like him at all. After his little outburst, Nathan fell into one of the chairs in the room and let his head fall into his hands. Trying desperately to regain some form of dignity.
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As a suggestion from the GM while in the creation phase, I gave Nathan a sedative rig to keep his powers in check. I'm thinking since its a relatively new tech, I should work out the kinks in IC. An example would be now, too much sedative at the wrong time.
As Nathan laid on the floor he noticed three things. One, there were thre-two people surrounding him. Two, there was too many sedatives in his system. And three, he still was thinking about that dog. With a giggle, Nathan said "Where the 'splosion come from? Made me go "Arrgh!" as Nathan continued to giggle his veins dimmed and the temperature went down to normal, but the flaming vomit was still a problem.
Looking at the two guys surrounding him, he found he recognized one of them. The one on his left was the funky hair guy and the guy next to him was someone he didn't remember seeing before. As Nathan silently judged them, he tried to stand but his limbs were too weak to do much from the recent surgery plus the untold cocktail of sedatives flowing in his veins.
Looking up to them, Nathan said " I need your help, I didn't get to pet the dog." and concluded with a giggle.
Looking at the two guys surrounding him, he found he recognized one of them. The one on his left was the funky hair guy and the guy next to him was someone he didn't remember seeing before. As Nathan silently judged them, he tried to stand but his limbs were too weak to do much from the recent surgery plus the untold cocktail of sedatives flowing in his veins.
Looking up to them, Nathan said " I need your help, I didn't get to pet the dog." and concluded with a giggle.
I dunno, I've just been waiting for the IC to start.
Name: Virgil Defrain
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Virgil is a little on the tall side, being 6'5 and about 190 pounds he casts quite the intimidating shadow. Virgil has strong features like a heavy set jaw, a strong nose, and broad shoulders. Clothing wise, Virgil would preferably not were much else besides some undies and a pair of shorts but since that isn't always accepting he will were a tank top over it.
Personality: Virgil is a relaxed individual with slight animalistic tendencies. He has spent so much time as an animal that he has forgotten what its like to act human, he tries at least. Virgil doesn't bother with lies and trickery, seeing them as a waste of time and effort which he could be using sleeping, reading, or staying within his mind and imagining what the new doctor tastes like.
Superpower:
While he was free, Virgil rarely left his hybrid form and could hypothetically stay that way indefinably. However these long extensions of being part animal my indeed make him the only person in the group to qualify for insanity. While in this form, Virgil is incredibly strong, tough, and if he is in water, fast. Even his healing is faster than a normal persons. However, enough damage and he will fall just like any other animal.
Biography: Virgil grew up in the swamp lands of Louisiana, living off the land and such. It was a simple life in and of itself, go hunt, come home, eat, sleep, repeat. Life was uncomplicated. That is, until his first change occured. Virgil hadn't felt anything like it, the strength, the speed, the power. It quickly went to his head and he got cocky, eventually his family found out and he was exiled. No longer fit to take the Defrain name, but he did anyway just to spite them. Virgil stayed in his crocodile form for a long time, finding it simpler than the life he had left behind. He was a king of beasts and he liked it that way. One day, while out of form, he had been caught by some random passerby's and they had a talk, Virgil told them everything and not too days later a shiny white van showed up fallowed by several police cars. Finding it unwise to change in front of a bunch of guns, Virgil went along with it. Now he's stuck in this crazy house.
Other: Has eaten people before and has bitten the personnel while doing physical exams. Because of this he is required to wear a "anti bight mask" when outside containment.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Virgil is a little on the tall side, being 6'5 and about 190 pounds he casts quite the intimidating shadow. Virgil has strong features like a heavy set jaw, a strong nose, and broad shoulders. Clothing wise, Virgil would preferably not were much else besides some undies and a pair of shorts but since that isn't always accepting he will were a tank top over it.
Personality: Virgil is a relaxed individual with slight animalistic tendencies. He has spent so much time as an animal that he has forgotten what its like to act human, he tries at least. Virgil doesn't bother with lies and trickery, seeing them as a waste of time and effort which he could be using sleeping, reading, or staying within his mind and imagining what the new doctor tastes like.
Superpower:
While he was free, Virgil rarely left his hybrid form and could hypothetically stay that way indefinably. However these long extensions of being part animal my indeed make him the only person in the group to qualify for insanity. While in this form, Virgil is incredibly strong, tough, and if he is in water, fast. Even his healing is faster than a normal persons. However, enough damage and he will fall just like any other animal.
Biography: Virgil grew up in the swamp lands of Louisiana, living off the land and such. It was a simple life in and of itself, go hunt, come home, eat, sleep, repeat. Life was uncomplicated. That is, until his first change occured. Virgil hadn't felt anything like it, the strength, the speed, the power. It quickly went to his head and he got cocky, eventually his family found out and he was exiled. No longer fit to take the Defrain name, but he did anyway just to spite them. Virgil stayed in his crocodile form for a long time, finding it simpler than the life he had left behind. He was a king of beasts and he liked it that way. One day, while out of form, he had been caught by some random passerby's and they had a talk, Virgil told them everything and not too days later a shiny white van showed up fallowed by several police cars. Finding it unwise to change in front of a bunch of guns, Virgil went along with it. Now he's stuck in this crazy house.
Other: Has eaten people before and has bitten the personnel while doing physical exams. Because of this he is required to wear a "anti bight mask" when outside containment.
Name: Conrad Kurz
Age: 34
Appearance:
History: Had a very average child hood, all things considered. Having been born the son of a knight it was expected of him to become one as well, so he did. As he matured and grew, so did his martial prowess as a knight until he could easily take on other knights in single combat. But as he grew old, he realized he didn't know what he was fighting for, the lord had become corrupt and the land was being encroached on from all sides. Seeing no honor in dying for nothing, Conrad left. Now he seeks a worthy mission. (Kinda just a skeleton story, more will be revealed in the story)
Personality: Stern, no nonsense, and truthful. Conrad isn't a man for lies and instead of doing so he just wont speak. If you are worth his time he will let you know as will he do should you prove not worth his time. If you were to become his comrade, he will lay down his life for you and his word is a binding contract. Should he make a promise to you he will fulfill it, or die trying.
Wish they Desire: He only seeks a worthy challenge in his growing age, should a wish come up he shall surely work towards it.
Other: Sil'nyy, his horse, is not a quick breed. It is a war horse, bread to be brimming with strength and full of endurance. It may not be the fast, but it is reliable. Does not consume alcohol.
Age: 34
Appearance:
History: Had a very average child hood, all things considered. Having been born the son of a knight it was expected of him to become one as well, so he did. As he matured and grew, so did his martial prowess as a knight until he could easily take on other knights in single combat. But as he grew old, he realized he didn't know what he was fighting for, the lord had become corrupt and the land was being encroached on from all sides. Seeing no honor in dying for nothing, Conrad left. Now he seeks a worthy mission. (Kinda just a skeleton story, more will be revealed in the story)
Personality: Stern, no nonsense, and truthful. Conrad isn't a man for lies and instead of doing so he just wont speak. If you are worth his time he will let you know as will he do should you prove not worth his time. If you were to become his comrade, he will lay down his life for you and his word is a binding contract. Should he make a promise to you he will fulfill it, or die trying.
Wish they Desire: He only seeks a worthy challenge in his growing age, should a wish come up he shall surely work towards it.
Other: Sil'nyy, his horse, is not a quick breed. It is a war horse, bread to be brimming with strength and full of endurance. It may not be the fast, but it is reliable. Does not consume alcohol.
Rick was bored. After the plane ride and a taxi, he was hoping to go for a run or something. As the golf cart prattled down the road Rick was starting to see the experiment place, not really impressive, but it was quiet. Something Rick had needed.
As the golf cart stopped in front of his house, the scientist was talking about something and giving him a notepad. Probably important, Rick scanned it and saw names, places, and times. He would look at it later. Thanking the scientist, Rick grabbed his luggage and walked towards the entrance and noticed the punching bag he had asked for was on the porch. As he opened the door, he was astonished. Everything was as he specified. There was a large stone fireplace, a bear skin rug, and a comfortable love seat in the living room, while the kitchen had wood finishing and stocked with lots of scotch, whiskey, and the good bottled beers. As Rick made his way upstairs he placed his luggage on the floor next to his closet. The bed was a queen sized mattress with an oh so soft be comforter. The floors were hardwood and a large rug covered the floor. Looking into the bathroom, Rick also took note of the large shower, it was one of those that had multiple shower heads so you get to feel water flowing at you from multiple sides. Which was nice. Walking back down the stairs, Rick made a happy sigh and just savored the quiet, which was shattered moments later. With an annoying buzzing sound, Rick made his way to the source which turned out to be the mail. Messing with the options, Rick changed it to a blues song he had liked in the military.
Looking over the letter, it seemed there was a mandatory meeting happening pretty soon, about ten minutes in fact. Gazing at the map, Rick found the town hall and decided a jog could do him good. As he started his jog he noticed some of his neighbors were leaving their houses as well, "It was bound to happen sometime Rick. Just try to keep your cool." With that in mind, Rick continued his jog and made his way to the hall.
As the golf cart stopped in front of his house, the scientist was talking about something and giving him a notepad. Probably important, Rick scanned it and saw names, places, and times. He would look at it later. Thanking the scientist, Rick grabbed his luggage and walked towards the entrance and noticed the punching bag he had asked for was on the porch. As he opened the door, he was astonished. Everything was as he specified. There was a large stone fireplace, a bear skin rug, and a comfortable love seat in the living room, while the kitchen had wood finishing and stocked with lots of scotch, whiskey, and the good bottled beers. As Rick made his way upstairs he placed his luggage on the floor next to his closet. The bed was a queen sized mattress with an oh so soft be comforter. The floors were hardwood and a large rug covered the floor. Looking into the bathroom, Rick also took note of the large shower, it was one of those that had multiple shower heads so you get to feel water flowing at you from multiple sides. Which was nice. Walking back down the stairs, Rick made a happy sigh and just savored the quiet, which was shattered moments later. With an annoying buzzing sound, Rick made his way to the source which turned out to be the mail. Messing with the options, Rick changed it to a blues song he had liked in the military.
Looking over the letter, it seemed there was a mandatory meeting happening pretty soon, about ten minutes in fact. Gazing at the map, Rick found the town hall and decided a jog could do him good. As he started his jog he noticed some of his neighbors were leaving their houses as well, "It was bound to happen sometime Rick. Just try to keep your cool." With that in mind, Rick continued his jog and made his way to the hall.
Looks like Nathan has had a little freak out, if people want to help or not is up to you. Either way he's a drugged up mess.
Nathan wasn't having a good time. Something he had recently discovered about himself is that drugs don't work as long, which normally wouldn't be a problem but the pain was becoming unbearable. He hoped no one could sense it because it was bad, then the commander lady started chewing someone out.
Nathan was used to yelling but this was like that hangover he had once, cheap beer and super powers don't mix. The lights were too bright, sounds were too loud, and he was getting agitated, making everything too hot. As the group made its way into the base, Nathan had to use all his willpower to stay calm. As the group entered the living area everyone started to marvel at the refrigerator, not making room for him to push through. Wracking his head, he remembered something about bedrooms, there had to be pain killers in there.
As Nathan rushed pasted the pianos he felt his resolve slip a bit, his veins making the tall tale glow of anger. As he did this he felt his pace quicken, trying to find a room. That's when the explosion happened. It wasn't near him, but it was loud enough to cause him to jump, with that last bit of fear coursing through his body Nathan felt his wall crumble.
He felt the skin on his hands crack as the steaming blood began to trickle out, fire came out of his mouth like a liquid inferno, and the temperature rose exponentially. That is until, the spinal rig activated. An unknown sedative created by sanctum flooded into his veins, calming him down instantly and reducing him into a languid sack of flesh on the floor. A dopey grin on his face with the memory of a dog.
Nathan was used to yelling but this was like that hangover he had once, cheap beer and super powers don't mix. The lights were too bright, sounds were too loud, and he was getting agitated, making everything too hot. As the group made its way into the base, Nathan had to use all his willpower to stay calm. As the group entered the living area everyone started to marvel at the refrigerator, not making room for him to push through. Wracking his head, he remembered something about bedrooms, there had to be pain killers in there.
As Nathan rushed pasted the pianos he felt his resolve slip a bit, his veins making the tall tale glow of anger. As he did this he felt his pace quicken, trying to find a room. That's when the explosion happened. It wasn't near him, but it was loud enough to cause him to jump, with that last bit of fear coursing through his body Nathan felt his wall crumble.
He felt the skin on his hands crack as the steaming blood began to trickle out, fire came out of his mouth like a liquid inferno, and the temperature rose exponentially. That is until, the spinal rig activated. An unknown sedative created by sanctum flooded into his veins, calming him down instantly and reducing him into a languid sack of flesh on the floor. A dopey grin on his face with the memory of a dog.
Name: Richard "Rick" Karns
Age: 21
country: United States, more specifically Anchorage, Alaska.
looks: Most would describe him as ruggedly hansom. Rick is tall, about 6'5, broad shouldered, and covered in muscle. His eyes are gentle and a dark green. His hair has just grown past the military crew cut, about an inch overall, and has begun to fill in with the dirty blond of his youth. Facially, he has strong, masculine features with a strong jaw. Rick as one tattoo located on his right bicep. It is a tribute to a friend and fellow squad mate who died during battle. It is a banner wrapped around a stylized sword that reads "R.I.P. Max Howell"
personality: When in front of other people he is a generally happy guy. He cracks some jokes, drinks some beers, and is pretty fun to hang around. However once alone, he tends to get depressed and drinks a little more than he should. Due to what happened during his time in the army he sometimes gets shakes and will hide until they are over, not wanting to worry people. At the core of it, Richard suffers from survivors guilt and in essence is a "hurting hero".
short history:Ever since he could remember, Rick and his best friend Max wanted to get into the military. They would go to the gym and train, get good grades in school, and when they were old enough, go to the shooting range. When the time came and they were old enough to enlist, they did. They both were excepted and passed boot camp with flying colors. During their military career, several reenlistment's, Rick got as high as sergeant but Max never got any higher than a private. During their last tour of duty, the squad under Ricks command got hit by an ambush. Rick was the only survivor. Due to the groups position, a small village of the main city, it was a perfect staging area for the enemy to launch attacks. Rick held the line for days, until backup finally found its way. Afterwards Rick was awarded the Silver Star and had a relatively quite time for the rest of his career, but the damage was done. Rick didn't reenlist and went home. After he went home, he realized he didn't really connect with people, there was just so damn many of them. After he heard about the experiment Rick decided that it was perfect. He signed up and was excepted shortly after.
other: Has nightmares and shakes but is not diagnosed with PTSD, the loss of his friends and all the death just shook him up quite a bit. Can be seen jogging around the town from time to time, once a military always a military. Lastly his personality description should be "The Hurting Hero" or something along those lines.
Age: 21
country: United States, more specifically Anchorage, Alaska.
looks: Most would describe him as ruggedly hansom. Rick is tall, about 6'5, broad shouldered, and covered in muscle. His eyes are gentle and a dark green. His hair has just grown past the military crew cut, about an inch overall, and has begun to fill in with the dirty blond of his youth. Facially, he has strong, masculine features with a strong jaw. Rick as one tattoo located on his right bicep. It is a tribute to a friend and fellow squad mate who died during battle. It is a banner wrapped around a stylized sword that reads "R.I.P. Max Howell"
personality: When in front of other people he is a generally happy guy. He cracks some jokes, drinks some beers, and is pretty fun to hang around. However once alone, he tends to get depressed and drinks a little more than he should. Due to what happened during his time in the army he sometimes gets shakes and will hide until they are over, not wanting to worry people. At the core of it, Richard suffers from survivors guilt and in essence is a "hurting hero".
short history:Ever since he could remember, Rick and his best friend Max wanted to get into the military. They would go to the gym and train, get good grades in school, and when they were old enough, go to the shooting range. When the time came and they were old enough to enlist, they did. They both were excepted and passed boot camp with flying colors. During their military career, several reenlistment's, Rick got as high as sergeant but Max never got any higher than a private. During their last tour of duty, the squad under Ricks command got hit by an ambush. Rick was the only survivor. Due to the groups position, a small village of the main city, it was a perfect staging area for the enemy to launch attacks. Rick held the line for days, until backup finally found its way. Afterwards Rick was awarded the Silver Star and had a relatively quite time for the rest of his career, but the damage was done. Rick didn't reenlist and went home. After he went home, he realized he didn't really connect with people, there was just so damn many of them. After he heard about the experiment Rick decided that it was perfect. He signed up and was excepted shortly after.
other: Has nightmares and shakes but is not diagnosed with PTSD, the loss of his friends and all the death just shook him up quite a bit. Can be seen jogging around the town from time to time, once a military always a military. Lastly his personality description should be "The Hurting Hero" or something along those lines.
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