Malachi had not put too much effort into his appearance other than picking out a decently appropriate outfit as well as a gold-colored mask to match it. He had spent most of the time the others were preparing and dressing up to work on the game plan and think things through. He had not gotten to see the others as he was entering the hall ahead of time to make sure things were safe. Kenia would be escorting the two humans inside.
After handing his ticket to the man at the entry, he had found himself walking into Roshmi Hall. It was gigantic and very open with an intricate gold-detailed flooring that could be seen under the moving feet of those dancing. The hall was marvelous with its beautiful chandeliers and painted ceilings. It had been a long time since Malachi had stepped foot in this hall and he could remember how breathtaking it was even up to this moment.
Couples in beautiful clothing were practically swirling around the center of the room. Round tables with silk table cloths were placed around the perimeter of the room. There were buffet tables with food and plenty of drinks for the guests to enjoy. At the back of the room, there were grand, rounded staircases at each end that led up to a balcony that overlooked the hall. Upon the balcony, there were seating areas and an arched doorway that led to a room with couches where people could talk privately.
Though beautiful, Malachi was never one to be able to truly admire this kind of place as it always was filled with snobby rich people that he couldn't stand. Normally, he couldn't even stand being in a place with a lot of people in general but then adding wealthy assholes into the mix just made it all the worse. The amount of money the folks here had probably invested in their gowns and suits made him sick. He leaned against the wall near the entry to await his companions, purposely averting his eyes from others to avoid starting up a conversation that was more than necessary.
"Hey, you. Take one." Malachi glanced over at the speaker to find a well-dressed gentleman with a bowl of cut-up pieces of paper. Malachi eyed the bowl then up at the man's smiling face as he continued "You will be assigned two dance partners through the two numbers you get on this piece of paper for the upcoming dances. They are enchanted to gravitate you toward the correct partners. It's a jolly ice breaker don't you think?"
He scowled at him, replying abruptly, "No." Once again, Malachi avoided his gaze but one of the papers was shoved into his hand regardless and he turned to yell at the man but he was rushing away to annoy someone else already. He glanced down at the paper, examining the two numbers: 11 and 7. Malachi sighed, resisting the temptation to throw it on the floor. It was a good opportunity to find humans so he had to deal with it. Dancing with strangers sounded awkwardly intimate. There had been only one person he had been interested in sharing a dance with. This thought prompted him to glance towards the entrance hopefully only to hear the worst statement ever being announced. Lord Terneus Andros was being introduced.
"Oh you're kidding me." Malachi grumbled and positioned himself behind a pillar.
Hey everyone! If you were kicked from discord and want to participate in the roleplay still: discordapp.com/invite/z6dzajU
I kicked people who haven't been on the forum in more than 20 days. I am figuring things are too hectic right now and they have been for me as well so I understand. However, I want to bump this back up and make up for that.
Two nights ago, Risa had run into Corvina and Rei outside and the three had been able to exchange information and get to know each other a bit. A plan was devised for Risa, Elsea, and Kyran to meet with Corvina, Rei, Malachi, and Kenia the following day. The morning of that day before the two groups met, Risa had to give a tearful goodbye to Dionaea in hopes she'd get well soon. Hades was to lead her back to the Flower Fairy Kingdom. A fairy had accompanied him on his trip to Roshmi to fetch Dionaea and brought Risa a very special crate containing the dress of her grandmother, one that much of the older fairy folk and even some non-fairy folk were familiar with. She had to think about wearing it for a while but eventually did decide it would be her decision and she'd be upfront with her lineage.
The groups were then able to speak to each other for a short time period somewhere secret in order to discuss plans. Risa found most of them to be nice but she thought Malachi was a bit cold and distant. However, she felt she could trust them. They decided that Kyran and Elsea would aid Risa in a secret plan whilst Kenia's group would concentrate on locating other humans as well as allies and spreading information for them all to meet in a port town up to the northwest that could be located by following the coastline west from Roshmi. The more humans and allies they could get together, the better. They were going to need numbers.
CURRENT TIME
Risa stared at herself in the mirror, her gems on her gown shimmering under the light. Kyran's mother stood behind her, giving her a complex hairstyle with braids that kept her hair back away from her face and carried a regal elegance. However, the dress was what Risa couldn't keep her eyes off. It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever worn.
She'd stick out like a sore thumb and be making a bold statement to emulate her grandmother, the former queen of River Kingdom. Surely, many would pick up on it. Risa was not going to turn back. This was a risk she was willing to take. They were trying to push her into hiding as they feared the power of who she was and Risa would not hide that any longer. She was going to put herself out there and she was ready. Many statements had been made by the enemy and it was time to move her chess piece.
As Kyran's mother put on her headpiece, her eyes locked with her reflection, her eyes framed by a sparkling, gem mask. The girl who spent her days shopping and fooling around stood there no longer. Whether she liked it or not, she was helping to lead a war and there were lives on the line. Every move was critical from here on out. She thanked his mother and moved to find Kyran and Elsea within the home to see how far along they were to being ready.
Dionaea, Jean, Cloud, Helio... I won't give up. Don't worry.
One full day and an afternoon into the third day after our week skip Ball Day
The clock strikes 4 pm on the day of the lich's masquerade ball, located in the grand hall of Roshmi in the center of the fortunate demihumans. Only one more hour remains before the ball will commence. Folks of all species who were able to afford the thirty ama tickets now are finishing up readying their appearance in fine gowns and masks, a task some have spent all day on. Masks are required for the event. Events of such nature were held with great respect and happened very infrequently.
The masks will be a great advantage for you, humans, but also potentially make finding each other more difficult. It is imperative some of you find each other before the wrong people do. Spend the next hour preparing, humans. You're in for more than just one dance and you're not the only ones with a plan prepared.
Time: Morning Location: On the street Interactions: N/A Mentions: Lucius @Ithradine
Violet watched the man perform a spell in front of her, not even going as far as to hide himself speaking latin. So he was the new warlock in town after all. Usually, most witches were safe around each other as far as she knew so she relaxed a bit. "No, you did well."She said and smiled, "You will have to be careful doing that in public. Not everyone is very appreciative of a nice trick like that. " Violet warned him. The Holy Saviors were still up and running so she hoped he'd take her warning seriously or it could cost him his life. "If you're lost, I can help you find where you're trying to go."She offered.
Time:Morning Location: Operation Humanity Headquarters Interactions: @FunnyGuy Sean
Angel had laughed at Sean's words, though it was a bit forced. He was right. She was a grown woman grounded. It was pathetic. "You're their bitch as much as me, at least I'm not a loyal golden retriever." Listening to what had happened to the old man made her uncomfortable as much as hearing about the other crazy shit they did to people if they could even call those things people. "How welcoming of them to torture him upon arrival." She commented bluntly. It irked her at times that after going out of their way to drive home how much of monsters the other creatures were, they would do just as terrible things. Maybe they were all monsters in the end.
Thankfully, he switched the topic, but not to one she loved. "We got Taco Bell."She replied and she shrugged. "Probably an adrenaline rush from the battle or something, I'm sure he'll go back to his regular programming." Angel rolled her eyes as she spoke. This topic sucked too. "So. I'll meet up with you around dusk and you can tell me your plan on the ride. Just get some sleep before you pass out on the floor." Angel had found herself worrying over how tired he was, but she did not want to let him catch on to that, so she kept bringing it up in a nonchalant tone.
And I've finally finished my CS! I hope he's acceptable, feel free to tell me if any changes are necessary! ^^
Carter Patrick-Winslow
》B a s i c s
Full name: Carter Patrick-Winslow Age: 26 Date of Birth: 25 February, 1994. Gender: Male Where are you from?: Bozeman, Montana
》A p p e a r a n c e
Height: 6’2 Weight: 180 Hair Color: Black Hair Length: Short Skin Color: Fair Eye Color: Brown with a greenish tint. Style: When it comes to clothes, Carter prefers comfort and functionality over fashion and will only dress up if he can't get out of it. He can usually be seen in casual shirts, sweaters and jackets paired with a pair of jeans. His go to shoes is a well-worn pair of dark grey sneakers. Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: He has a single piercing in his left ear-lobe of a wolf's head, his brother has a matching one in his right ear. Detail your werewolf form: He is bigger in wolf form - almost 7ft - and covered in short black fur. His eyes are the same as it is in his human form. His limbs are long. His claws aren't overly long, but they are sharp.
You seem like a nice guy, and I like you, but damage my books and we're gonna have words.
》R e l a t i o n s h i p s
Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Any pre-determined friends?: TBD Siblings' Status: James Winslow(Older brother, 32) – Alive Parents' Status: Jim Winslow(Step-father, 65) – Alive, Donna Patrick(mother) – Deceased Pets: None as of yet. Thinking about getting a kitten in future. How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 8 How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 7
》I n t e r e s t s
Likes: ✡ Reading ✡ Rain ✡ Cats ✡ Queen (BEST BAND EVER!!!) ✡ Spending time with his family. ✡ Walking barefoot on grass. ✡ Extremely salty/spicy food. ✡ Sleeping
Dislikes: ✡ Broccoli, cauliflower, mushrooms and shrimp ✡ Extreme heat ✡ Spiders ✡ Rude people ✡ Damage done to his books. ✡ People getting hurt.
Hobbies: ✡ Reading ✡ Hoarding books ✡ Coin tricks ✡ Watching videos on Youtube. ✡ Observing people around him. ✡ Going to a gun range.
Skills: ✡ He is rather good with numbers. ✡ Gives good advice(though he has trouble following it himself) ✡ Is the king of pulling all nighters ✡ Good at coin tricks and darts, his aim is nothing to sneeze at either. ✡ Getting cats to like him ✡ Normal Werewolf skills ✡ Knows how to handle a handgun
Weaknesses: ✡ Silver ✡ Chemical W ✡ Doesn’t have any training when it comes to formal combat, just knows how to hold his hand while throwing a punch. ✡ Has trouble identifying his limits ✡ Wants to see the good in people, even when they don't have any. ✡ High-pitched noises
Remind me why everybody hates each-other again?
》P e r s o n a l i t y
Carter had always been a kind soul, often trying to avoid conflict in his youth by treating everyone with kindness. Just because he is a pacifist by nature, though, doesn't mean he doesn't have a spine of titanium. When something goes against his beliefs, he'll be the first one to put his foot down and calmly state exactly why he disapproves and in a dangerous situation he wont hesitate to use himself as a shield if it means helping someone. While he is extremely slow to anger, there are a few things that will make his temper flare, mistreating any of his books is a sure way to permanently get on his bad side.
Another side to Carter is his fierce love for life - not the kind you might be thinking of either. He values every living being and will do anything in his power to prevent death. This might be due to his mother telling him time and time again what could happen if he ever loses control of himself, installing a fear of harming others in the boy from a young age. He wants to believe that everybody has good in them, something that might be used against him if he's not careful.
He's a good guy and a good friend, if you let him be.
》H i s t o r y
Donna Patrick had always craved adventure, to see the world, which is why after graduating high-school she packed her bags, said goodbye to her pack and took to the road. She traveled around America for a few years, made friends, saw the sights, had fun. Every day was a new adventure, every other night was a party, until one day it wasn't. It was a shock to discover that a one-night-stand from a few weeks previous had unexpected consequences. Her family always had very strict views when it came to pre-marital coitus and she couldn't face the thought of going home to face their disappointment. Which is how she came to settle down in Bozeman, Montana and had Carter.
It wasn’t long after arriving in town that she became close with Jim Winslow, a widower who works as a sergeant at the local police department. Unlike all her previous relationships that were purely physical, she and Jim connected on an emotional level. The love they shared was soft, nice, comfortable and exactly what she needed at that time. In spite of their feelings, they made sure to take their time with the relationship, Donna had Carter to think about now and Jim had a six-year-old son of his own from his first marriage. They couldn’t afford to rush into anything that might hurt the kids in the long run.
They needn’t have worried.
It was obvious both adults loved both children deeply, the cinch had always been about how the kids would feel. Jim’s son, James, adored Donna from the get-go and kept badgering his dad to marry her already. She tells the best stories about werewolves after all and she’s great at games like hide-and-seek and tag. The real reason he was so eager for her to become his stepmom, though, was because that means Carter would be his brother. Now, if James adored Donna, he loved Carter. Sure, he might not be old enough to play with properly, but he’ll grow and then James could teach him! He would make a great big brother too! Carter would never have to worry about anything as long as James would be there. Carter is also really soft and James loves it whenever he’s allowed to hold him. Carter must have shared the sentiment since his first word at ten months had been “Jay”, which he said while reaching out towards James. Four months after that, Donna and Jim were exchanging vows and the following year they celebrated by officially adopting the other’s kid – legally that is, they were already the other’s parents in all the ways that mattered.
Donna had never doubted Jim’s love or integrity, but that didn’t stop her from being scared about what could happen if he were to find out her and Carter’s true nature. She wanted to tell him so much, but she just couldn’t. She made sure that while she did her best to teach Carter to control himself, he knew to keep the secret, how important it was that he must never tell anybody about what he could do. Carter was confused and didn’t know why he couldn’t tell his brother or dad, but his mom knew everything so he tried to do right by her. Shortly after his fifth birthday the choice was taken out of their hands when James, eleven at the time, saw Carter transform and was rightly freaked out for all of five hours until Donna explained the situation. After that he thought it was the coolest thing ever and constantly badgered them to turn him into a wolf too, until Donna firmly told him that nothing of the sort will happen as of yet and that she’d think about it if he still wanted to be one by the time he’s twenty-one. Until then, she started including him in lessons about the supernatural side of the world so that he won’t be caught ill prepared if he insists on being a part of it, on the condition that he won’t tell his father, regardless of James’ reaction he was still a kid, adults are more unpredictable…besides, if Jim were to ever find out, it should be her responsibility to tell him.
(When Donna asked James if he still wanted to be a werewolf after his twenty-first birthday, he respectably declined for the time being. Having had a couple of years to think about it, James told her that he’ll stick to being a human for now, but that he still wanted to learn about the supernatural world his brother would be a part of. She was rather smug about it.)
Carter experienced death for the first time when he was six years old. Mr. Kowalski – a kind older gentleman who lived next door to them and who would watch the kids whenever Jim and Donna needed a babysitter – had gone on his semi-annual camping trip when he encountered a regular wolf. He didn’t survive the encounter. When the boys heard about this, they were upset. Mr. Kowalski was a really nice guy and they really enjoyed spending time at his place and listening to his stories about his adventures as a lad. Donna took them aside and told them that this was why it was so important to always be in control, where a regular wolf could kill one a werewolf could kill twenty. That day Carter swore to himself that he would never kill anybody, or anything, ever – a vow that he has managed to keep up to present day.
From the moment Carter learned to read, he was hooked. He had already loved listening to his parents and brother reading to him, but he also knew that they couldn’t do it the entire time, which was fine. Once he was able to read for himself however…He refused to go anywhere without at least one book on his person at all times, which earned a little teasing from the other kids, but he didn’t mind one lick and refused to be anything but friendly (he still remembered Mr. Kowalski all too well) and the teasing stopped pretty quickly too after James did the proper big-brotherly thing and told them off once he found out. Once he started school, he also showcased a talent when it came to numbers. He was always the head of his math and English classes.
When he was ten, Carter’s school held a talent show. Now Carter, he didn’t have a lot of friends at the time and thought it would be a good opportunity, only problem; he didn’t have a talent unless you count reading or numbers, which he didn’t. He scoured libraries, badgered his family and others relentlessly as he looked for something he could do, which was how he stumbled upon it. Coin tricks. Needless to say, he wasn’t nearly good enough to win by the time the talent show rolled by, but he stuck with it nonetheless, practicing whenever he could. He’s rather good at it now.
Jim started teaching Carter how to use a handgun when he was thirteen, just like he taught James, Carter didn’t want to learn at first, because that means that he might have to use it one day. The thought of ever hurting someone, even by accident, was something that always terrified him, especially since his mother made sure to tell him that that was what would happen if he ever lost control of his abilities. She didn’t want to scare him, but it was important for him to understand exactly what was at stake – which he did all too well – ensuring that he grew up with a respect for all life, regardless of race, species or personality. Jim made sure to tell him, that it was all well and good not to use violence, but if anybody ever attacks him or somebody, he loves he’ll have to know how to protect himself, or else they’ll be the ones who’ll die. He was more willing to learn after that, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
A month after Carter’s 16th birthday, Donna had received a mysterious phone-call in the morning. Nobody in the family knows what was said, but she was deeply shaken by it and appeared skittish and frightened for the rest of the day, up until she left to go pick up something at the market that afternoon. She didn’t come home.
Jim led the search himself, scouring the town, calling nearby hospitals and police stations, putting a notice out on her car, taking the dogs out to the surrounding woods…It was as if she just vanished.
A few weeks later, the family received a call from several towns over. One of the police officers there had seen a missing person’s poster of Donna and recognized her as the victim of a recent car-crash. It had been notable for him, as one of the firsts on the scene, because the impact of her car against the tree had decapitated her.
The whole family mourned. Jim was inconsolable. James tried to stay strong for his father and brother, but it was difficult, especially with what he suspects really happened – considering everything Donna taught him – but won’t be able to prove. Carter…he started lashing out, pushing his friends and family away, spending more and more of his time either locked up in his room or escaping into the nearby woods. Not even James could bring him out of the dark mood that had settled over him.
Just as everybody was at their wits end with the boy, the incident happened. Ron LeRoy was the local jock and bully in Carter’s school and had seemed to have it out for the bookworm since they started as freshmen together, always picking at him, trying to rile him up, provoke him. It had never worked, of course – Carter had long since discovered that it completely throws bullies off when you’re nice to them – until now. A single comment from Ron was the straw that broke the Camel’s back and all the rage, grief and frustration came boiling to the surface. His eyes flashing yellow, he struck out with his fist – his first actual punch – and struck true. Ron crumbled to the ground, motionless, and a small trickle of blood flowing from his head (he was fine, just knocked out and got a scratch on his head on the way down). Carter was horrified. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All he knew was that he hit Ron and now he wasn’t moving! He ran, pushing past the other students in the hall, out the school, down the road, out of town. He didn’t stop running until he was in the woods and that was only to chuck off his backpack and to transform before running once again. He felt sick, horrified at what he had done. For all he knew Ron could be dead (he wasn’t, relax)…
He spent a good two days hiding in the woods, gave his father and brother a right fright when somebody found his backpack and torn clothes. There was no sign of blood, though, so James refused to believe the worst and set off, following the first set of wolf tracks he came across until he found Carter and basically dragged him out by his tail while giving him the tongue lashing of the century.
Carter couldn’t help but shed a tear of relief when he heard that river was fine, only sporting a slight headache and promised that he’d be more careful, that he’d do better.
Carter kept to his promise, much to his brother and father’s relief and the next few years flew by until Carter graduated Highschool at eighteen with decent marks, A’s and B’s, before going on to attend university. Unlike his father and brother, Law Enforcement didn’t hold the same appeal, so when he graduated four years later, it was with a bachelor’s degree in accounting and a job as a bookkeeper for a local business lined up.
When he was eleven he held Macy Aderson's hand. Exchanged a series of love notes with Nicole Winters when he was fourteen. Ended up kissing Cole Simons and Veronica Peters during two separate games of spin the bottle at different parties his roommate dragged him to.
That's it. The total romantic experience in his life.
During his last year of university he encountered another werewolf for the first time, other than his mother of course. They told him about other towns that housed more of their kind and they bonded over having to keep their secret from humans. Unfortunately they didn't have much more than that in common and drifted apart after graduation. Carter went back home for a few years, working, spending time with his family, expanding his book-collection...but something felt off.
He loved his life, don't get him wrong, but having bonded with another wolf...a part of him had felt alone since his mother died and he managed to push those feelings down because he had his father and brother to lean on. Befriending someone that was like him and then separating...it brought that loneliness back to the forefront of his feelings. After a few years of trying to push it down, he decided that it was time for a change. At the age of twenty-six he started making preparations to move to Ember Grove, recalling the name from the list of towns his friend told him about.
The day before he left, he and his brother got matching piercings as a way to remember each other. It wasn't easy telling them about his move, but he believes it's the best move for him. Hopefully he's not wrong...
》J o b?
He does the bookkeeping for a couple of businesses digitally on his computer.
》P a c k
He is not in a pack as of yet. He and his mother had been the only werewolves in his hometown, leaving only him after she died. He hadn't encountered another werewolf until his last year of college, but he still had his father and brother to consider at the time. Maybe it's time this changed...
》P u r e b l o o d?
Yes.
Great job! I accept this character. I really like him. You did great work and I like how well detailed your history is. @FunnyGuy will also look it over when he has time.
Time: Morning Location: Streets of Ember Grove Interactions: @Ithradine Lucius @jetipster Felix
Violet glanced down every so often to see if Chéri was peeking her head out a little too much. For a while, it seemed like she was being a good girl and keeping herself hidden, so Violet's attention was taken to what was in front of her. There was a dark-haired man with a beard walking toward her. He looked wise beyond his years and very curious in Ember Grove. Violet wasn't sure if she stayed in too much to notice all the newcomers in town or if maybe they had been here all along and she just never met them yet. She did not notice the ferret completely peek her head out of the purse to nibble on the floral ribbon tied around the handle, just to sample the taste, of course.
She offered a friendly smile when they crossed paths but he paused to speak to her. Politely, she turned to face him and listened. It started off mostly innocent as he complimented her ferret, though she was displeased he had seen it. It got worse when he brought the word 'magical.' The odds of that being just a coincidence were very low. Felix had mentioned the warlock he had seen had seemed old, and this was definitely an older gentleman. It was quite possible that this was the same man. This was better news than him possibly being a hunter but still called for caution all the same.
"Oh, she's just darling," Violet told him, her tone friendly. She was doing her best to keep her thoughts from her expression, though she was sure her eyes had given away a bit of her surprise when he had first mentioned magic to her. "The love a pet can give you is so rewarding." She tilted her umbrella and held it up higher so that it would cover his head as well as they spoke, "I haven't seen you before, sir. Are you new in town?" As she spoke, she attempted to gradually use telekinesis to select Felix on her phone and text him. Chéri was sitting on it, blocking the light, which was from the phone being activated, from being visible from outside the bag. It was difficult since she could not see for sure what letter she was pressing, but she had done this before enough to achieve a close result.
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