Coyote hunting?! My god, you are a real life badass XD. But yeah, if you're fast enough and either Wade and Asshatter are still working on it, you could feasibly finish the CS in around an hour. It doesn't have to be super detailed, ultra extreme long, the important thing is the IC not the CS.
Ah yeah, it's awkward because Vanni himself is actually quite a quiet, reserved guy who's only release is reggae. To have all of these new feelings... It's going to be interesting to roleplay him, to say the least.
I feel like a lot of the characters chose quite human characters with only minor differences. These kind of changes would... break a person. Send them plummeting into insanity. I want to roleplay that, as it happens. To see how people would judge him on something... something he can't control.
Something as innocent as what race you want having such a big impact... he's going to hate himself.
The descent of a kind, loving, peaceful man into a monster... now that is something I need to try. If someone wants to save him, they can go right ahead. But by the time this mission ends, it might be too late...
The Leon are a race of blood-drinking, hard-boned, predominantly male race. The Leon are attracted to blood, their sensitive nose can pick up the distinct smell of blood a mile away. To them, blood is a sweet nectar, an addictive drug that makes them go crazy. Due to this, most of their race live in seclusion, away from society so they don't inflict harm on others. The way they distract themselves from blood is to smoke a special drug named Gra Rah Ting that is made out of a special mix of herbs and is made using a very ancient technique their forefathers used. Grah Rah Ting gives the user a slowed down perception of the things going on around them, giving them a surreal, powerful and addictive experience.
They have used the drug so much that newborn Leon are actually prone to having episodes similar to what Grah Rah Ting does, usually calming them down. This is due to the amount of this drug an adult of this species smokes. This is why many of the species die early due to lung cancer and their seclusion away from society or magical/traditional medical help. There are tribes who do not smoke these drugs but instead indulge in their deepest, darkest desires instead. These tribes are looked down upon by most of Leon society.
Their bones are much thicker than the average mortal and their jaw strength has the biting force of a freight train. Their skin colour ranges from the deepest black to a light tan, keeping their manes in dreadlocks form. Their hair is actually controllable and can be used to slap things away or carry things for their user and seem to have minds of their own, although this is rare among the Leon. They are predominantly male due to the high percentage of a Y chromosome fertilising an egg.
The Leon have a sense of attraction about them, being very attractive mortals to almost every race.
Vanni is different from the rest. He certainly looks like a Leon. Tan, tall, muscled with a savage grin and fangs as deadly as a sword. He still retains the vampiric attitude although that has merged with his previously human personality and they clash. Hard. His mind is a constant battle between human and Leon. A swirl of emotions, two sides of a coin, both fighting for control. He wants to indulge, he wants to fuck, wants to kill, wants to steal. He wants to get into bar fights, play with whores in the streets, rip the throat of any who dares to go against him. But at the same time, he wants to learn. He wants to love, wants to feel, wants to be normal. And all of this makes him very unique. He escapes the constant throb of headache with the sound of reggae, the gift is the only thing keeping him from turning into a full Leon.
Although most of his Leon traits have been negated or pushed down, the only one that stayed is most problematic. He is almost always in heat. This was used effectively in the Great Crusade, the ability to have Cubs as young as ten to fight in the front lines bolstered their defence against the army of Valentia. This means that anything from the subtlest of touches, a smile towards his way, any kind of affection or even a noticeable body change in a female he is particularly interested, he will have a desire. A desire that overcomes all. He will not think, not be able to speak, only a want to get what he wants. He can fight it but only through intense pain everywhere, especially in one particular spot, and a chance for him to die from the explosive amount of emotions rocketing in his brain.
Though he is not aware of it, he is a ticking time bomb. Direct contact? Consider him gone for hours on end. There is only one way to get rid of it without the chance of death or injury. Reggae. But that is only possible if someone else knows what reggae is. And there is only one person in the world that does. Hunger and time also increases the sensation. The thirst for blood and meat in your stomach, a longing for the touch of a woman mixed with eternal heat? He would go berserk.
Aha, sorry for messing with your created world :), it's nice that you've imagined this all in a spectacular way. I'll edit that in then in Deep Heat though I'm really struggling at the interaction and stuff...
Why does no one want to hang out with Reggae Lion?! He'd ease your heart with sweet reggae music! And give you a back massage afterwards! XD
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