Saarebas

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"A murderer? How scandalous Mr. Holmes." Dawn said to the young detective in a tone practically dripping with seduction. The cainite had spent a good portion of the evening, lulling him into a false sense of security. Dawn had at first did this to see if they had somehow made a mistake that would cause them to have earned the interest of the kine authorities, but as they found out that Holmes was not here for them Dawn continued their game as they found the information the young man was giving them quite amusing. "Vampires? Next you are going to tell me fairies are robbing banks." Dawn said with a playful giggle as they placed their hand on Holmes's arm. The detective chuckled at the joke and seemed more than pleased with Dawn's touch. "As much as I am adoring your company darling I do have other guests I need to attend to." Dawn said as they traced their fingers softly up and down Holmes's arm. They then leaned in and whispered in the detective's ear. "But we must meet up again later." As Dawn pulled back they gave Holmes a wink, which got a large grin and nod from the detective. As Dawn began to walk away, a small smile placed on their lips, they processed the information they gathered. A Kindred was obviously running amok in the city, most likely some fledgling who's sire either never taught them better or died before they could. Dawn would of been more concerned, but the murderer had to yet to strike in Dawn's own hunting grounds so there was no real need for them to get personally involved. Besides at this rate Camarilla were more than likely to get involved in the matter. As pointless as Dawn saw the Camarilla, they preached common sense as if it was a revolutionary idea and even then they seem to be unable to understand that living by human standards was ridicules when they were no longer humans themselves, Dawn knew that the Camarilla would never stand idle while someone threatened their precious masquerade. So with devilish smirk Dawn continued to mingle with the people that came to admire their work, while in the back of their head they thought of the fun they would have with detective Holmes later after they closed the gallery. Having someone inside of the local detective force could be helpful, but Dawn had also been drawn to Holmes's lovely sky blue eyes and thought how lovely they would look in one of their own pieces. So many choices, and Dawn simply loved it.

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"The surface is a mere allusion, the true marvel is what lingers underneath."

Name
"Dawn. A true beauty to some, but a merciless death to others."

Gender
"I am beyond the constraints of such titles."

Age
Appears to be in very early twenties

Appearance
To describe Dawn's appearance is a rather tricky task as they constantly alter it in some way or another. Their most constant, or rather favored, appearance is that of a slenderly built individual with shockingly pale skin. Their hair is raven black and long, save for the left side where it is shaved close to the skin. Their eyes are usually a deep crimson red with the whites of their eyes being pitch black. They have a series of tattoos that cover their body, the most prominent of which is that of their clan symbol that is located over their heart. Their attire is what one would expect from today's youth, tight fitting pants, sleeveless tops, and countless piercings along with scarves and a pair of thick rimmed glasses. Depending on their mood Dawn is known to alter their body to loose their gender ambiguous appearance, adoupting either more masculine of feminine attributes.

Clan
Tzimisce
"Those true monsters that stalk the nightmares of Kind and Kindred alike."

Disciplines
Vicissitude
2

Koldunic Sorcery
1

Animalism
0

Auspex
0

Backstory
"I find the more I tell this story the ever more tedious it grows. I mean honestly why is it in these nights full of such wondrous beauty and achievement the only thing ever spoken of is the past? It is painfully absurd that so many put so much stock into it. What we used to be doesn't matter, why should it? The miserable kine that I transcended from wasn't worthy enough to lick the scum off of my shoe little alone be bothered talking about. It was such a sniveling insignificant creature, the thought still leaves the taste of bile in my mouth. The insect believed it was truly happy living its pathetic life, living in squalor in the slums of the city barely surviving by making money as a tattoo 'artist', and I use that term as loosely as possible. It is nauseating just to think about it, but it is to my fortune that this all changed with her. She was so beautiful, so refined, so... perfect. She, by some miracle, saw the sliver of potential that was in that horrid human and took such a great pity on it. She embraced that scum and gave birth to a being so much greater, me. Where that wretched kine was the dull, flavorless night I am the Dawn of a better day. I have spent years upon years under the tutelage of my sire honing my talents in the art of sculpting flesh and bone, Vicissitude. I now yearn to but my teachings to the test in this city, to make it truly beautiful."

Personality
Dawn on the surface is a sensual individual, almost on par of that of a Toreador. They have a fascination with the body, breaking what would normally consider personal space boundaries with little thought. They have an appreciation for art in all forms, be it music, painting, and especially body modification. But Dawn's true nature is much more sinister. They truly enjoy their undead state, they revel in their power, and they love manipulating both kine and kindred alike, both mentally and physically.

Derangements
Sadist

Personal Goals
To create the next great monster that will go down in legend

View on humans
Kine are merely blank canvases that await an artist, like myself, to turn them into something grand.

Extras
Dawn prefers to be referred to as a it or they rather than him or her.

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

"The surface is a mere allusion, the true marvel is what lingers underneath."

Name
"Dawn. A true beauty to some, but a merciless death to others."

Gender
"I am beyond the constraints of such titles."

Age
Appears to be in very early twenties

Appearance
To describe Dawn's appearance is a rather tricky task as they constantly alter it in some way or another. Their most constant, or rather favored, appearance is that of a slenderly built individual with shockingly pale skin. Their hair is raven black and long, save for the left side where it is shaved close to the skin. Their eyes are usually a deep crimson red with the whites of their eyes being pitch black. They have a series of tattoos that cover their body, the most prominent of which is that of their clan symbol that is located over their heart. Their attire is what one would expect from today's youth, tight fitting pants, sleeveless tops, and countless piercings along with scarves and a pair of thick rimmed glasses. Depending on their mood Dawn is known to alter their body to loose their gender ambiguous appearance, adoupting either more masculine of feminine attributes.

Clan
Tzimisce
"Those true monsters that stalk the nightmares of Kind and Kindred alike."

Disciplines

Vicissitude
2

Animalism
1

Auspex
0

Backstory
"I find the more I tell this story the ever more tedious it grows. I mean honestly why is it in these nights full of such wondrous beauty and achievement the only thing ever spoken of is the past? It is painfully absurd that so many put so much stock into it. What we used to be doesn't matter, why should it? The miserable kine that I transcended from wasn't worthy enough to lick the scum off of my shoe little alone be bothered talking about. It was such a sniveling insignificant creature, the thought still leaves the taste of bile in my mouth. The insect believed it was truly happy living its pathetic life, living in squalor in the slums of the city barely surviving by making money as a tattoo 'artist', and I use that term as loosely as possible. It is nauseating just to think about it, but it is to my fortune that this all changed with her. She was so beautiful, so refined, so... perfect. She, by some miracle, saw the sliver of potential that was in that horrid human and took such a great pity on it. She embraced that scum and gave birth to a being so much greater, me. Where that wretched kine was the dull, flavorless night I am the Dawn of a better day. I have spent years upon years under the tutelage of my sire honing my talents in the art of sculpting flesh and bone, Vicissitude. I now yearn to but my teachings to the test in this city, to make it truly beautiful."

Personality
Dawn on the surface is a sensual individual, almost on par of that of a Toreador. They have a fascination with the body, breaking what would normally consider personal space boundaries with little thought. They have an appreciation for art in all forms, be it music, painting, and especially body modification. But Dawn's true nature is much more sinister. They truly enjoy their undead state, they revel in their power, and they love manipulating both kine and kindred alike, both mentally and physically.

Derangements
Sadist

Personal Goals
To create the next great monster that will go down in legend

View on humans
Kine are merely blank canvases that await an artist, like myself, to turn them into something grand.

Extras
Dawn prefers to be referred to as a it or they rather than him or her.

A World Unknown -Creepypasta/SCP RP-

The Puppet nodded slightly, he understood Sally's wanting to see her parents again all too well. He was about to respond to her when he heard the voice. His smile melted away, his expression became inhumanly blank, on pair of that of a mannequin's. He then slowly stood to his full height and turned to face the voice. And there he was, the man that caused all of this, the man that had broke the boy who became the Puppet, who broke all the other children that the Puppet helped, and who apparently also hurt Sally. "It's you..." The Puppet said in a low raspy voice, it sounding like a dry wind blowing through a old wood house. He then stepped in front of Sally, hiding her behind his slender frame. His glowing eyes focused on Springtrap as he slowly tilted his head to the side, it letting out the sound of worn metal slowly bending. "It's You..."

A World Unknown -Creepypasta/SCP RP-

The Puppet let out a slight chuckle as Sally asked her questions. "Well yes Freddy is like me in a way, though he doesn't like dancing as much as me." He said in his inviting tone. He looked down at Charlie then back to Sally as she asked her second question, though his smile never faltered. "Hmm that is a tricky question young one. Me, the Puppet that is, I never died. Though there was another little one, like you, that long ago that had to go away in order for me to come here." He said, trying to explain it as clearly as possible

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

Also where is this RP taking place? Sorry if you said it in I missed it, I am kind of a scatter brain

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

Great! I will get to work on a CS :) Also just because I think it might help some people who are a little afraid of reading so much lore, there is this guy who does a pretty good job of summarizing the clans in his videos

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

This seems interesting, mind if I join as a Tzimisce?

A World Unknown -Creepypasta/SCP RP-

The Puppet's smile didn't waver for a moment, even at the sight of the blood that was caked on the young girl. "Well why thank you little one." He said as he slowly let go of Sally's hand, though he stayed kneeled and at her eye level. "And it is very nice to meet you too Charlie." He said with a chuckle as he looked down to the bear. "You know I have a bear friend too, his name is Freddy." He said with another chuckle

A World Unknown -Creepypasta/SCP RP-

The Puppet's warm smile grew slightly as Sally took his hand. "That is a very nice name Sally." He said, his hand slowly wrapping around hers though no pressure was put on it. "And it is even nicer to meet you." He said in his same friendly tone. "People call me The Puppet, it is kind of a silly name I know." He said with a boyish chuckle.