@ribcageroses Well more or less it's telepathy, and it varies to an extent. If the person is stronger than her in will then she cannot read her mind. The only exception to this rule is Rebecca because willingly she lets Cammie read her thoughts. Also Cammie's abilities aren't really all that powerful.
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Problem: I want a PS4 so I can play Bloodborne but I'm broke and the IRS keeps raping me every payday.
Problem: I want a PS4 so I can play Bloodborne but I'm broke and the IRS keeps raping me every payday.
Granted, you now have a brand new, state of the art cyber prosthetic arm that doubles your human strength. Unfortunately there was a glitch in programming it, so the arm ends up becoming self aware and chokes you to death.
I wish I didn't decide to eat cold pizza for breakfast.
I wish I didn't decide to eat cold pizza for breakfast.
@Bryn Eh...it's up to the GM really, but I wouldn't see why not. ^___^ By the way, so glad to find another Utena fan! \oOo/
Okies. Characters posted. Lemme know if I need to change anything.
~"And so our hunt begins anew..."~
Eyes are actually as blue as ice. The whites of her eyes turn black when she's angry.
AGE:
Unknown (Appears around her late twenties to early thirties)
GENDER:
Female
SPECIES:
Vampire (Changed sometime during the Renaissance in Venice)
SIDE CHOSEN:
Neither (Rogue)
PERSONALITY:
Charming and elegant, a very noble attitude, she could woo you with just a few simple words or with just a look of her eyes. She cares for others and does what's necessary to help those in need, but she fears getting too close to anyone...thinking it may invoke her vampiric side and drive her into bloodlust and mayhem. When angered, her personality shifts and she becomes cold, relentless, and violent. Unlike some, Rebecca only pines for the simpler things of life. From day to day, she preoccupies herself with hobbies such as reading classic literature, listening to music at home, playing piano, painting, and has even taken up a bit of swordplay, which she's become a rather avid swordswoman. It's become apparent to some that she enjoys the company of women more than men, possibly even a physical attraction to them. Though she is also sociable with men, she has a particular disdain for some, especially if they take advantage of a woman in any way or are cruel to them.
BIO:
House Valentine was once the most prominent of families in the Venetian Aristocracy. Baron Renault, Rebecca's father, was a wealthy landowner and a considerably generous philanthropist. He later fell in love with Marianne, a beautiful and famous actress and opera singer, and married, where upon later they had a daughter, Rebecca.
Twas thanks to her mother that Rebecca was raised in an environment steeped in music and the arts. She loved to hear her mother sing and enjoyed watching her plays and her concerts with her father. She even dreamed once of becoming an actress just like her mother, to be adored and talented as she was...but sadly her dreams were cut short. One considerably dark and cloudy night, a stranger clad in black and wearing a mask visited her family's home, and with him....he brought unspeakable horrors. He was tame at first, rather charming to Rebecca, but his advances upon her and her mother became unsettling. Renault soon took notice and kindly, yet firmly he asked the man to leave. He did not.... Instead, the man revealed himself to be a creature of the damned. He murdered Rebecca's family right before her waking eyes, tearing them to pieces with his bare hands and lapping their blood off the floor.
Then, he turned towards Rebecca, a savage gleam in his wicked red eyes. She tried to run away, far into the darkness of the forest surrounding her family's lavish abode, but he was too quick for her. Soon he caught her and pinned her to the ground ripping away her dress and defiling her once pure essence with his malice. Once the vile act was committed, the creature took her limp and lifeless body, tied stones to her ankles, and tossed her into a lake, never to be seen again... Tales of his massacre would spread like wildfire, but the killer's identity would never be known....except by one.
Years past since that horrific night, a lowly fisherman out on his evening stroll discovered the woman's body after his hook snagged onto her. He pulled the seemingly dead woman out of the lake, but right as the full, crimson moon shined upon her corpse, Rebecca sprung to life instantly and attacked the man, draining him until he was nothing but a dried husk. She fled back to her home, only to find it in ruins, every last ounce of her family legacy gone in ashes. An anger surged within her as she looked to the charred remains of her family's mansion, her eyes becoming dark as the ash that surrounded her. Rebecca could see him again, his vile smirk, his despicable eyes leering with bloodlust.
But worse....she had become just like him...a creature of the undead...a Vampire. From that day forward, she swore vengeance upon them, all of them, for killing her family, destroying her home...and turning her into a monster. For several years she's traveled about the world, learning of different supernatural horrors such as the dreaded vampires and how to slay them efficiently. She steeped herself not only in the knowledge of her cause, but also that of literature, music, art, and whatever else caught her fancy, even...a few beautiful maidens here and there. Nevertheless, she kept her true identity as a Nosferatu hidden from the outside world, only indulging her savage bloodlust out of need for survival. The few who knew what she was were only those closest to her, be it a friend or a lover, and some willingly allowed Rebecca to feed from them. Now in the modern era, Rebecca finds herself in New Orleans, vampire Mecca, with a considerable amount of wealth and a new thrall/assistant by her side named Camille. She still seeks to avenge her family's death by tracking down and killing the Vampire who murdered them, yet she has also turned her attention towards the recent bloodshed.
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Eyes are actually as blue as ice. The whites of her eyes turn black when she's angry.
~REBECCA SELIE VALENTINE~
AGE:
Unknown (Appears around her late twenties to early thirties)
GENDER:
Female
SPECIES:
Vampire (Changed sometime during the Renaissance in Venice)
SIDE CHOSEN:
Neither (Rogue)
PERSONALITY:
Charming and elegant, a very noble attitude, she could woo you with just a few simple words or with just a look of her eyes. She cares for others and does what's necessary to help those in need, but she fears getting too close to anyone...thinking it may invoke her vampiric side and drive her into bloodlust and mayhem. When angered, her personality shifts and she becomes cold, relentless, and violent. Unlike some, Rebecca only pines for the simpler things of life. From day to day, she preoccupies herself with hobbies such as reading classic literature, listening to music at home, playing piano, painting, and has even taken up a bit of swordplay, which she's become a rather avid swordswoman. It's become apparent to some that she enjoys the company of women more than men, possibly even a physical attraction to them. Though she is also sociable with men, she has a particular disdain for some, especially if they take advantage of a woman in any way or are cruel to them.
BIO:
House Valentine was once the most prominent of families in the Venetian Aristocracy. Baron Renault, Rebecca's father, was a wealthy landowner and a considerably generous philanthropist. He later fell in love with Marianne, a beautiful and famous actress and opera singer, and married, where upon later they had a daughter, Rebecca.
Twas thanks to her mother that Rebecca was raised in an environment steeped in music and the arts. She loved to hear her mother sing and enjoyed watching her plays and her concerts with her father. She even dreamed once of becoming an actress just like her mother, to be adored and talented as she was...but sadly her dreams were cut short. One considerably dark and cloudy night, a stranger clad in black and wearing a mask visited her family's home, and with him....he brought unspeakable horrors. He was tame at first, rather charming to Rebecca, but his advances upon her and her mother became unsettling. Renault soon took notice and kindly, yet firmly he asked the man to leave. He did not.... Instead, the man revealed himself to be a creature of the damned. He murdered Rebecca's family right before her waking eyes, tearing them to pieces with his bare hands and lapping their blood off the floor.
Then, he turned towards Rebecca, a savage gleam in his wicked red eyes. She tried to run away, far into the darkness of the forest surrounding her family's lavish abode, but he was too quick for her. Soon he caught her and pinned her to the ground ripping away her dress and defiling her once pure essence with his malice. Once the vile act was committed, the creature took her limp and lifeless body, tied stones to her ankles, and tossed her into a lake, never to be seen again... Tales of his massacre would spread like wildfire, but the killer's identity would never be known....except by one.
Years past since that horrific night, a lowly fisherman out on his evening stroll discovered the woman's body after his hook snagged onto her. He pulled the seemingly dead woman out of the lake, but right as the full, crimson moon shined upon her corpse, Rebecca sprung to life instantly and attacked the man, draining him until he was nothing but a dried husk. She fled back to her home, only to find it in ruins, every last ounce of her family legacy gone in ashes. An anger surged within her as she looked to the charred remains of her family's mansion, her eyes becoming dark as the ash that surrounded her. Rebecca could see him again, his vile smirk, his despicable eyes leering with bloodlust.
But worse....she had become just like him...a creature of the undead...a Vampire. From that day forward, she swore vengeance upon them, all of them, for killing her family, destroying her home...and turning her into a monster. For several years she's traveled about the world, learning of different supernatural horrors such as the dreaded vampires and how to slay them efficiently. She steeped herself not only in the knowledge of her cause, but also that of literature, music, art, and whatever else caught her fancy, even...a few beautiful maidens here and there. Nevertheless, she kept her true identity as a Nosferatu hidden from the outside world, only indulging her savage bloodlust out of need for survival. The few who knew what she was were only those closest to her, be it a friend or a lover, and some willingly allowed Rebecca to feed from them. Now in the modern era, Rebecca finds herself in New Orleans, vampire Mecca, with a considerable amount of wealth and a new thrall/assistant by her side named Camille. She still seeks to avenge her family's death by tracking down and killing the Vampire who murdered them, yet she has also turned her attention towards the recent bloodshed.
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"Ah! Mistress! Wait for Me!"
Eyes are actually emerald Green. Often they'll become feral and cat-like if she's either angry or excited.
AGE:
19 (16 when she was turned by Rebecca)
GENDER:
Female
SPECIES:
Vampire
SIDE CHOSEN:
Rebecca's side
PERSONALITY:
A bit shy around other people besides her mistress, she's a rather plucky and cheerful kind of girl with a bubbly attitude and an optimistic outlook on life. She adores things such as cute clothes, animals, and things that make her happy, and she loves to cook and make others smile. However, in an instant her personality can shift and she can become aggressive and violent. Cammie may seem like a push-over, but what she lacks in strength she makes up for in fierce devotion. To Rebecca alone Cammie is devoted to serving her and protecting her as well. She also has an intimate and emotional connection with the woman and becomes jealous when she sees others flirting with Rebecca, often to the point of lashing out at them. Because of her abilities as well, she has the utmost respect for the dead.
BIO:
Cammie was always a strange girl. She never made friends in school, often because she was ridiculed, and most of the time she stayed locked in her bedroom lost in her own little world, due to her abusive alcoholic father and her neglectful mother. Sometimes, she would even sneak out after dark and stay in the cemetery, speaking with the ghosts that resided there and learning of their stories. Cammie's powers are believed to have emerged after she was born dead then came back to life, supposedly gaining a link between the world of the living and the dead. Slowly her abilities manifested and by the time she was twelve, she began to develop her mind reading powers and her precognitive vision. Though as amazing as these were, it didn't do much but alienate her from the rest of the world. She was constantly bullied in school and her parents only ignored her further.
Then one night while she snuck out to the cemetery, Cammie saw a bunch of high school boys kicking over gravestones and spraying graffiti on the mausoleums. Angry, she tried to confront them, but they overpowered her and one by one they took turns beating her and savaging her until she was nearly dead. Bleeding, bruised, and nearly every inch of her body in pain, she could barely move. Then one of the boys pulled out a switchblade and started cutting into her shirt. Cammie closed her eyes, knowing what these sick bastards had in mind, knowing that she couldn't escape from it. She bit her lip and feared the worst...until...she felt something warm splash against her. She opened her eyes and discovered a woman, seething with anger, her eyes black as the pit of Hell. In her blood drenched hand she held the heart of the boy, freshly ripped from his chest and bit into it ravenously. The others soon ran away in fear, screaming into the night, yet Cammie, try as she may she couldn't squirm away from this ghastly horror.
As it turned out though....maybe she didn't want to...as the woman's face returned to normal, displaying such beauty Cammie's eyes ever beheld. The mysterious woman knelt beside her, cradling the beaten girl in her arms and looking upon her with eyes that showed worry and compassion. "They're gone now..." She whispered to Cammie. "They won't hurt you again...." She could sense that Cammie was slowly dying and in a last act to save her, she asked the girl, "Girl...are you willing to accept eternal life, despite what it should entail?" Weakly Cammie nodded, her eyes widening as she saw....fangs...in the woman's mouth.
She knew who...or rather what she was in the presence of, but nevertheless...she accepted knowing she would be turned into one. The woman's fangs plunged into her neck and she drank of her crimson nectar. Softly Cammie whimpered and her body went limp in the woman's grasp...everything around her growing...dark.. From that day forward, Cammie has abandoned everything. She no longer cares for friends or for her ungrateful parents. Forever faithful she remains to the very woman who saved her life and gave it back to her anew. The vampire Rebecca.
Eyes are actually emerald Green. Often they'll become feral and cat-like if she's either angry or excited.
-CAMILLE "CAMMIE" BELLE WINTERS-
AGE:
19 (16 when she was turned by Rebecca)
GENDER:
Female
SPECIES:
Vampire
SIDE CHOSEN:
Rebecca's side
PERSONALITY:
A bit shy around other people besides her mistress, she's a rather plucky and cheerful kind of girl with a bubbly attitude and an optimistic outlook on life. She adores things such as cute clothes, animals, and things that make her happy, and she loves to cook and make others smile. However, in an instant her personality can shift and she can become aggressive and violent. Cammie may seem like a push-over, but what she lacks in strength she makes up for in fierce devotion. To Rebecca alone Cammie is devoted to serving her and protecting her as well. She also has an intimate and emotional connection with the woman and becomes jealous when she sees others flirting with Rebecca, often to the point of lashing out at them. Because of her abilities as well, she has the utmost respect for the dead.
BIO:
Cammie was always a strange girl. She never made friends in school, often because she was ridiculed, and most of the time she stayed locked in her bedroom lost in her own little world, due to her abusive alcoholic father and her neglectful mother. Sometimes, she would even sneak out after dark and stay in the cemetery, speaking with the ghosts that resided there and learning of their stories. Cammie's powers are believed to have emerged after she was born dead then came back to life, supposedly gaining a link between the world of the living and the dead. Slowly her abilities manifested and by the time she was twelve, she began to develop her mind reading powers and her precognitive vision. Though as amazing as these were, it didn't do much but alienate her from the rest of the world. She was constantly bullied in school and her parents only ignored her further.
Then one night while she snuck out to the cemetery, Cammie saw a bunch of high school boys kicking over gravestones and spraying graffiti on the mausoleums. Angry, she tried to confront them, but they overpowered her and one by one they took turns beating her and savaging her until she was nearly dead. Bleeding, bruised, and nearly every inch of her body in pain, she could barely move. Then one of the boys pulled out a switchblade and started cutting into her shirt. Cammie closed her eyes, knowing what these sick bastards had in mind, knowing that she couldn't escape from it. She bit her lip and feared the worst...until...she felt something warm splash against her. She opened her eyes and discovered a woman, seething with anger, her eyes black as the pit of Hell. In her blood drenched hand she held the heart of the boy, freshly ripped from his chest and bit into it ravenously. The others soon ran away in fear, screaming into the night, yet Cammie, try as she may she couldn't squirm away from this ghastly horror.
As it turned out though....maybe she didn't want to...as the woman's face returned to normal, displaying such beauty Cammie's eyes ever beheld. The mysterious woman knelt beside her, cradling the beaten girl in her arms and looking upon her with eyes that showed worry and compassion. "They're gone now..." She whispered to Cammie. "They won't hurt you again...." She could sense that Cammie was slowly dying and in a last act to save her, she asked the girl, "Girl...are you willing to accept eternal life, despite what it should entail?" Weakly Cammie nodded, her eyes widening as she saw....fangs...in the woman's mouth.
She knew who...or rather what she was in the presence of, but nevertheless...she accepted knowing she would be turned into one. The woman's fangs plunged into her neck and she drank of her crimson nectar. Softly Cammie whimpered and her body went limp in the woman's grasp...everything around her growing...dark.. From that day forward, Cammie has abandoned everything. She no longer cares for friends or for her ungrateful parents. Forever faithful she remains to the very woman who saved her life and gave it back to her anew. The vampire Rebecca.
Roses are yellow in Texas
And violets I've used to cast hexes
On Donald Trump
My douche landlord
and some of my past evil exes
And violets I've used to cast hexes
On Donald Trump
My douche landlord
and some of my past evil exes
@sassy1085
"And good luck with your duel, Rin-san." Rather cheeky Tohru added while Rin left. "May Amaterasu bring you great victory over your adversary."
"And good luck with your duel, Rin-san." Rather cheeky Tohru added while Rin left. "May Amaterasu bring you great victory over your adversary."
*STATIC!*
"Good evening ladies and gents. I'm sorry to interrupt this broadcast brought to you by your so called "Glorious Leader" and his faithful devotees, but there is a pressing matter I must address, something that many of you normal citizens have gone blind to. And that is....there is something terribly wrong.
I know why you all did it. You wanted to feel safe, to feel secure from everything that terrified you to your very core. Why wouldn't you betray your freedoms and forsake your rights as human beings? I mean honestly, wars, disease, terrorism? Who wouldn't be afraid? There were but a myriad of reasons to be fearful, which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned to the now "Glorious Leader" for your safety and your support.
He promised you peace, he promised you order, and all he demanded in return was your silent obedience and consent. Cruelty and injustice...intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I have surreptitiously hacked the "Glorious Leader's" annual broadcast for one reason and one reason alone. The time has come to pull the wool from over your eyes, to carve through the thick veil of deceit and see the real master behind the so called "Glorious Leader." You've been asleep for far too long, my people. Your awakening...is now.
Surely as I sit here, some of you right now are calling me a terrorist, a hate-monger, a lunatic, an unscrupulous, vicious, violent, and voracious villain of such virulent vindication to enact vehement vendetta upon the true violators of human virtue....and to that I say...do so.
If my message has not reached you, and you are more content do dismiss it as verbal garbage, then by all means, turn off your televisions and tuck your children in for bed....but....if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would SEEK as I seek, then I ask you to stand with me against this loathsome tyrant, and together we shall bring his empire crumbling down beneath our feet.
"Good evening ladies and gents. I'm sorry to interrupt this broadcast brought to you by your so called "Glorious Leader" and his faithful devotees, but there is a pressing matter I must address, something that many of you normal citizens have gone blind to. And that is....there is something terribly wrong.
I know why you all did it. You wanted to feel safe, to feel secure from everything that terrified you to your very core. Why wouldn't you betray your freedoms and forsake your rights as human beings? I mean honestly, wars, disease, terrorism? Who wouldn't be afraid? There were but a myriad of reasons to be fearful, which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned to the now "Glorious Leader" for your safety and your support.
He promised you peace, he promised you order, and all he demanded in return was your silent obedience and consent. Cruelty and injustice...intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I have surreptitiously hacked the "Glorious Leader's" annual broadcast for one reason and one reason alone. The time has come to pull the wool from over your eyes, to carve through the thick veil of deceit and see the real master behind the so called "Glorious Leader." You've been asleep for far too long, my people. Your awakening...is now.
Surely as I sit here, some of you right now are calling me a terrorist, a hate-monger, a lunatic, an unscrupulous, vicious, violent, and voracious villain of such virulent vindication to enact vehement vendetta upon the true violators of human virtue....and to that I say...do so.
If my message has not reached you, and you are more content do dismiss it as verbal garbage, then by all means, turn off your televisions and tuck your children in for bed....but....if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would SEEK as I seek, then I ask you to stand with me against this loathsome tyrant, and together we shall bring his empire crumbling down beneath our feet.
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So it was just as she suspected, they were both in boiling water. "Hmph, really now." Said Tohru taking Shear-Breeze by his reigns and walking him back to the stable. "I too have run into some unsavory company we should say, and I don't think it will be the last I see of her."
So it was just as she suspected, they were both in boiling water. "Hmph, really now." Said Tohru taking Shear-Breeze by his reigns and walking him back to the stable. "I too have run into some unsavory company we should say, and I don't think it will be the last I see of her."
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