Saarebas

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

@CallaLily Thanks. I have been wanting to do a Percy Jackson RP for a while. The last one I was in kind of went belly up really quickly, I think you were in it with me. So fingers crossed for this one.

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

@CallaLily XD It is good to see you again too Calla

The Greek Civil War (Based on the Percy Jackson series)

*Pokes head in* Hello all, mind if I throw my hat in this ring?

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

:) Well if it is any help I plan on having Dawn take a interest in Margarita. She is literally one of the only types of vampires who flesh Dawn can't reshape

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

@Mokyute DX Sorry. To the edit mobile!

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

Dawn was right, of course they were, they were always right. Why did they always have to be right? These were the thoughts that swam through Dawn's undead mind after the young lady whispered her message into their ear. Dawn had just thought of the perfect piece to put the girl's O so lovely arms into too. With a slight sigh Dawn began the process of clearing out their gallery, which was always an annoyance given that this late in the evening the kine that filled the place were far too enamored with both Dawn's art as well as the free wine they have provided to them. As tedious as it was Dawn eventually evicted the last of the humans from the gallery before they locked up the building. After double checking that their security system was turned on, even kindred have to be cautious of theft especially in these modern nights, Dawn made their way to their car. It was a small, black two-seater convertible sports car with a deep velvet upholstery. Again in these modern nights even kindred must take advantage of the advancements the kine create. Slipping into the driver seat Dawn turned on the engine which answered with a smooth roar. A sly smile came to Dawn's face, even with this nonsense going the thrill of all this power under their finger tips made them feel giddy like a fledging after their first feeding. With a swift changing of the gears Dawn pulled out of their parking spot and began to barrel down the street into the night.

Moving from the inner circle of the city into the outer ones was always easy, no one wanted to go into the outer circles from the inner one, but that didn't lessen the bitter taste in Dawn's mouth. Anytime they drove into the outer city Dawn couldn't help but be reminded of the filth that was their former self, a worthless kine who lived like a beggar. "Sickening..." They mumbled to themselves as the weaved in and out of the little traffic that there was. They ignored the horn of the minivan that they just cut off as the turned down the dark road that lead to the docks they were instructed to find. With a slight sigh Dawn turned off their car and stepped out onto the wooden floor. It maybe a moment for Dawn to spot the small group that was gathering on the dock, it didn't take any vampiric powers to figure out that these people did not belong there. Dawn strolled over to the group with a blank, unreadable expression on their face and waited for the meeting to come to fruition.

The Venture always had such lovely smiles and the prince was no exception, Dawn couldn't help but to think how lovely the kindred's lips would look hung upon Dawn's wall during his whole speech. Though they had a small day dream going on in the back of their mind Dawn was by no means distracted, they had taken every member of this little gathering into account. The prince himself and his chainsaw brandishing sheriff who looked like she was ready for either a costume party or to work the streets, the brutishly dressed girl who looked like she ran all the way here, the golden hair fellow who at Dawn's guess had to be a Toreador based on his stunning appearance alone, the girl who looked painfully bland which with kindred meant something truly bizarre and deranged laid under her surface, the what appeared to be a child but wrecked of kindred blood, and even the partly decomposed Nosferatu girl. They all came under Dawn's gaze, though the Tzimisce's expression didn't change in the slightest during that whole time. Dawn's face remained the same unreadable mask the whole time the prince delivered the news of why they were all called there. A blood hunt, just what Dawn thought was going to happen. The Camarilla was dreadfully predictable when it came to these things, they had to cover up the tracks of this vampire but they couldn't get their own hands dirty. Though the bit about them believing that this was not some new fledgling having trouble with their beast did slightly surprise Dawn.

As the prince gave his goodbyes, though Dawn was slightly disappointed by the sheriffs leaving as they had just started to notice how remarkable her skin was, Dawn turned their attention to the Nosferatu, who apparently was called herself Margarita, and the golden haired young man. Those two were obviously going to be on bad terms, Dawn had observed enough Tzimisce argue to learn that the subtlest of movements and tones can mean that one wants nothing more than to tear out your throat. Dawn couldn't help the pencil thin smile that came to their lips, this was going to be quite the interesting night. As it was apparently time to introduce to one another Dawn gracefully stepped forward and faced the group. "Greetings, a thousand greetings. I am honored that we could put aside the foolish rivalries for a night, that we may corporate in the spirit of compassion for all of our shared damnation." Dawn said in a smooth, cool tone before taking a slight bow. "You all may address me as Dawn."

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

Just to check, do we post what our characters are whenever we can or do we have to wait until Margarit calls upon them?

Dragon Age: Vagabond Souls

"I don't want to save the world, just strike down those who set it aflame."

Name
Katari
"One Who Brings Death"

Age
29

Race
Vashoth, has never been properly part of the Qun so he is not a Qunari

Class
Mage, Blood Mage

Magical Abilities
Through brutally, rigorous training and practice Katari has become a Blood Mage in a league all his own. Where others use blood magic as a last resort or to only augment their other powers Katari jumps wholeheartedly into the art. He excels in the fields of turning his enemies' own blood against them, using it to either heal himself or causing it to boil under their skin until they burst in a glorious crimson shower. As well he is an expert at bending the will of others while in combat and forcing them to fight as his puppets. Though not nearly as skilled as his manipulating of creatures of this world Katari has in the past been able to bend the will of lesser demons from the Fade. His combat style is different than the usual mage, preferring a up close and personal approach rather than firing away from afar.

Personality
If you were given a copper piece for every time Katari has been described as the "strong silent type" you would never have to work another day in your life. True to the stereotype that has befallen his people Katari on the surface seems quite menacing and imposing, not the one you would expect light conversation from, it is only when he talks that one would see how truly unique Katari is. For when he speaks Katari speaks with the same elegance of the Imperium's noble class, both well thought out and spoken sentences that just seem to flow so naturally one just can't help but be swayed by them. He is not one for jokes, remaining deadly serious most of the time, and likes to get things done as quickly as possible. His training and upbringing has made him slightly sadistic, he quietly enjoys breaking his enemies in both body and spirit especially when he knows they deserve it. Katari believes the end does justify the means, as in if he has to slaughter a few villagers to kill a magister he will do it with out hesitation.

Backstory
Katari's beginnings are a bit of a mystery for he is not sure of them himself. Was he the child of proud Qunari warriors who dedicated their lives to the Qun or was he the result of some drunken night between some Tal-Vashoth rebels, one can only guess. All that is certain is that through a series of misfortunate events Katari ended up in the possession of a Tevinter slaver, still a infant less than a year old. Despite all the bad blood between the Qunari and the people of the Imperium and the fact that most of Tevinter's population is made up of slaves a Qunari slave, Vashoth or otherwise, was unheard of which is what made it so scandalous to have one and whenever a scandalous occasion arises there was one Magister that always managed to capitalize on it. Alexandra Landraus was a Magister that knew by being the center of attention was the best way to ensure her a seat in power and the best way to remain the center of attention was by breaking the norm. So it is not hard to imagine that she snapped at the chance to own a Oxman for herself, ensuring that her name to be on many more lips.

This is where Katari's story truly begins. He was raised like a show dog, being trained to both impress and intimidate other Magisters at the command of Alexandra. It wasn't until he was ten that things started to become truly interesting in his life for that was when his magical powers surfaced. Like always Alexandra took advantage of the situation and began to turn Katari into a symbol that stood against everything the Qun and the Qunari stood for. She began to train him in blood magic as well as the politics of the Imperium, two things the Qun strongly disagrees with. But the worst of Alexandra's teaching methods was placing Katari into the Arena. The Arena was a secret event were Magisters brought their slaves and made them fight to the death for sport and entertainment. Katari was a natural in combat and quickly raised to become the champion of the Arena, earning the nickname The Executor.

Despite all the power and training she gave him Katari resented Alexandra for how she treaed him, a mere tool used for the soul purpose of getting her more power among the Magisters. It wasn't till after years of servitude that Katari managed to escape Alexandra, though his escape was quite bloody and did not end well for many of Alexandra's personal guard. Katari has since wandered aimlessly, as surprising as it was no one wanted to house a random Oxman, little a lone one that was also a mage. He managed to make coin by doing random odd jobs he came upon, mostly dealing with bandits or cutthroats that were harassing a local village.

Appearance
Katari is a towering individual, standing at 7'3 in height, with a muscular body build. His skin is a dark bronze color and is racked with countless scars. His hair is long and pure silver in color while his eyes are bright amber. He has four black horns, two large ones that extend towards the back of his head and two smaller ones that curve forward. He wears black and crimson red leather robes with a black cloak. His right arm is covered in armor that ends in a clawed gauntlet.

Other
He was named Katari by Alexandra after his first arena battle, she thought it was funny. Up to that point she referred to him merely as "my pet"

Dragon Age: Vagabond Souls

If we were accepted in the interest check can we post our CSs in the characters tab?

Dragon age RP (Reboot!)

"I don't want to save the world, just strike down those who set it aflame."

Name
Katari
"One Who Brings Death"

Age
29

Race
Vashoth, has never been properly part of the Qun so he is not a Qunari

Class
Mage, Blood Mage

Magical Abilities
Through brutally, rigorous training and practice Katari has become a Blood Mage in a league all his own. Where others use blood magic as a last resort or to only augment their other powers Katari jumps wholeheartedly into the art. He excels in the fields of turning his enemies' own blood against them, using it to either heal himself or causing it to boil under their skin until they burst in a glorious crimson shower. As well he is an expert at bending the will of others while in combat and forcing them to fight as his puppets. Though not nearly as skilled as his manipulating of creatures of this world Katari has in the past been able to bend the will of lesser demons from the Fade. His combat style is different than the usual mage, preferring a up close and personal approach rather than firing away from afar.

Personality
If you were given a copper piece for every time Katari has been described as the "strong silent type" you would never have to work another day in your life. True to the stereotype that has befallen his people Katari on the surface seems quite menacing and imposing, not the one you would expect light conversation from, it is only when he talks that one would see how truly unique Katari is. For when he speaks Katari speaks with the same elegance of the Imperium's noble class, both well thought out and spoken sentences that just seem to flow so naturally one just can't help but be swayed by them. He is not one for jokes, remaining deadly serious most of the time, and likes to get things done as quickly as possible. His training and upbringing has made him slightly sadistic, he quietly enjoys breaking his enemies in both body and spirit especially when he knows they deserve it. Katari believes the end does justify the means, as in if he has to slaughter a few villagers to kill a magister he will do it with out hesitation.

Backstory
Katari's beginnings are a bit of a mystery for he is not sure of them himself. Was he the child of proud Qunari warriors who dedicated their lives to the Qun or was he the result of some drunken night between some Tal-Vashoth rebels, one can only guess. All that is certain is that through a series of misfortunate events Katari ended up in the possession of a Tevinter slaver, still a infant less than a year old. Despite all the bad blood between the Qunari and the people of the Imperium and the fact that most of Tevinter's population is made up of slaves a Qunari slave, Vashoth or otherwise, was unheard of which is what made it so scandalous to have one and whenever a scandalous occasion arises there was one Magister that always managed to capitalize on it. Alexandra Landraus was a Magister that knew by being the center of attention was the best way to ensure her a seat in power and the best way to remain the center of attention was by breaking the norm. So it is not hard to imagine that she snapped at the chance to own a Oxman for herself, ensuring that her name to be on many more lips.

This is where Katari's story truly begins. He was raised like a show dog, being trained to both impress and intimidate other Magisters at the command of Alexandra. It wasn't until he was ten that things started to become truly interesting in his life for that was when his magical powers surfaced. Like always Alexandra took advantage of the situation and began to turn Katari into a symbol that stood against everything the Qun and the Qunari stood for. She began to train him in blood magic as well as the politics of the Imperium, two things the Qun strongly disagrees with. But the worst of Alexandra's teaching methods was placing Katari into the Arena. The Arena was a secret event were Magisters brought their slaves and made them fight to the death for sport and entertainment. Katari was a natural in combat and quickly raised to become the champion of the Arena, earning the nickname The Executor.

Despite all the power and training she gave him Katari resented Alexandra for how she treaed him, a mere tool used for the soul purpose of getting her more power among the Magisters. It wasn't till after years of servitude that Katari managed to escape Alexandra, though his escape was quite bloody and did not end well for many of Alexandra's personal guard. Katari has since wandered aimlessly, as surprising as it was no one wanted to house a random Oxman, little a lone one that was also a mage. He managed to make coin by doing random odd jobs he came upon, mostly dealing with bandits or cutthroats that were harassing a local village.

Appearance
Katari is a towering individual, standing at 7'3 in height, with a muscular body build. His skin is a dark bronze color and is racked with countless scars. His hair is long and pure silver in color while his eyes are bright amber. He has four black horns, two large ones that extend towards the back of his head and two smaller ones that curve forward. He wears black and crimson red leather robes with a black cloak. His right arm is covered in armor that ends in a clawed gauntlet.

Other
He was named Katari by Alexandra after his first arena battle, she thought it was funny. Up to that point she referred to him merely as "my pet"