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				Title: <strong>Dangerous, Wicked Games: Las Vegas, NV|Mercyverse| Approved Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diablerie</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 14:34:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs51/f/2009/257/c/4/Blood_moon_with_howling_wolf_by_Hunters_m00n.jpg)(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/18/Night-Panoramic-Las-Vegas-Nevada-United-States.jpg/800px-Night-Panoramic-Las-Vegas-Nevada-United-States.jpg)<br><br><em><strong><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Dangerous, Wicked Games: The Approved Characters</span></span></strong></em></div><hr><em><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Entertainment Capital of the World, has now become the most dangerous one...</strong></span></em><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Dangerous, Wicked Games is a group game that was inspired by the recent events that have happened inside the <em>mercyverse</em>. <br>It is a non-canon roleplay group game that is based in Las Vegas, Nevada. <br>It centers around an intriguing plot that involves humans, werewolves, vampires, witches and the Fae (Gentry Folk).<br>Right now, we are in the process of looking for characters and players, if you are interested in joining or knowing more of the game, please go to our interest check &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170530.0)thread. You will find all the pertinent information you need there.<br>Any questions please sent them to Hekate (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=15178) or post them inside the thread.</strong></div><hr><hr><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>The Gallery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diablerie</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 14:38:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Love thy enemies, it says in the scriptures. My foster mother always added, "At the very least, you will be polite to to them.”</strong></span></span><br><strong>- Mercedes Thompson</strong><br></div><hr><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><br><strong>The Fae</strong></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9c64ecWHN1qgfqclo1_500.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/4221404b-937c-4019-8715-a9d6c2c85aa4_zpsf1d50d67.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/aab-djc-egagfax|bgibjcah_630x466.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://img.freebase.com/api/trans/raw/wikipedia/images/en_id/12654454)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>The Gabriel</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Shannon Jamerson&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Diana Hunter&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Shane Chavez<br></strong></div><hr><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Vampires</strong></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/sjr1.jpg)&nbsp; (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/darkglitch/40141_1690729710846_1315855313_1760821_8012206_n-1.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Kassandra Smythe&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><strong>Leiha Adriana Rothschild&nbsp; </strong></div><hr><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Werewolves</strong></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/gp1.jpg)&nbsp; (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/JohnL1.jpg)&nbsp; (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNTcioValpM/T6pUf6EGVcI/AAAAAAAADVM/h4J0igHRmrs/s320/Kelly+Brook_hot3.jpg)<br></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Stephanie Chamberlain&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; John Lambert&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><strong>Lily Moraine Brackston&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong></div><hr><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Walkers</strong></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/ShawneeKuje.png)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i46.tinypic.com/2d015w6.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qMbPy3gAMJ0/ULt5dxwv4MI/AAAAAAAAbcI/FaO56lGCJbY/s1600/Miriam-Fares-2010.jpg)<br></div><strong>Shawnee Dakota Fisher&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Talulah Powma "Rain"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><strong>Chiara Aislin Massri&nbsp; &nbsp; </strong>
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				Title: <strong>||The Fae &amp; The Half-Fae||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diablerie</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 15:01:58</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Nathalian James Beaumont||The Gabriel||Champion to the Nevada Fae Territory||Player: Hekate</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Name</strong>:Nathalian James Beaumont (True Name: Cŵn Annwn; Gabriel or The Gabriel)<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age</strong>: The glamour he uses is one of a man whose into his early 40's, but his actual age is unknown. He has existed before Arthur the king lived and that can only be a hint of how old he must be.<br><br><strong>Race</strong>: Fae. He is associated with the Wild Hunt (Beast Lord) and Spirits. In the Nevada reservation, he has just been appointed <strong>the Champion</strong>, most believe that this has to do with his affinity to Gwyn ap Nudd and the Gray Lords.<br><br><strong>Powers (If any)</strong>: The Gabriel commands his own soldiers, like him they all take up the form of hell hounds, their fur is of black or dun colors and their eyes are red. Depending on who sees them, they can either be confused with large dogs or wolfs. Being a Beast Lord, gives him an edge over most fae, he is trained to hunt like a predator and his speed as well agility is quite impressive. He can mask his aura as well as he has the power to change humans into hounds. He can speak to the dead, although he holds no power over them. Gwyn ap Nudd presented him with a war horn whose call brings all of his beast subjects to him, whether they like it or not.<br><br><em>Weaknesses</em>: Iron. Blood; brings out the beserker in him. His wife and Child.<br><br><br><strong>Career</strong>: Nathalian, before the declaration of secession, dedicated himself to nothing. Marrying a human socialite gave him the opportunity to not only dedicate to his family life, but to dog breeding, particularly Mastiffs. He continued to be nevertheless the underhand of Gwyn and the Gray Lords, although his justice was barely called on.<br><br><strong>Personality</strong>:<br><br>The Gabriel is a cold, heartless bastard. He follows his orders to the letter and even if they don't agree with what he believes to be good or bad, he still enacts his justice. He serves, because that is his nature and expected of him; he also serves because of fear of any harm coming to his family. He is very dominant, his patience is very small and his temper is dangerous. He is protective of what is his and most of the time, he makes sure to look after of his charges. He is a predator, a very dangerous predator, but a loving husband and doting father.<br><br>Those he chooses to roam with him are either men or women who owed him debts or tortured, corrupted souls. To these warriors and servants, he calls them his children, although he doesn't suffer their deaths like an Alpha would.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Appearance</strong>:(Please see image). The Gabriel is over six feet tall and five inches, his height and muscled body tends to intimidate his enemies. His hair is kept short and pulled back into a small knot, the color of his hair as well as facial hair is a dark chocolate brown with some rays of blonde. His facial hair has some hints of white in it. His eyes are dark as the night he roams. When outside of the Fae territory he tends to wear suits, but he keeps his glamour intact, when inside the Fae lands he is often riding in a black or white horse that is dress in magic chain mail that does not bring any harm to the Beast Lord. The Gabriel as Champion wears a (magic) knight metal suit that has silver and gold adornments, this suit in particular was given to him as a gift for his service by the Gray Lords.<br><div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9c64ecWHN1qgfqclo1_500.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Background History</strong>:<br><br>The Gabriel is a Fae of Full Blood. He was born into a fae noble clan and at a tender age, like his father before him, he prepared to became the legendary figure he is now. In truth, he is of Welsh origins, the name he uses just a title to give him prestige. He has survived this long because of his cunning nature and his association with the court of the Gray Lords. When his Lord and Master, emigrated to the New World, he followed dutifully even if he disliked the idea, but he owed Gwyn ap Nudd too much to fight him. Unlike many of the Beast Lords, he wasn't put down, nor put under a sleeping spell, nor held captive in prisons. He was let to his own devices as long as he checked in and kept his loyalties to his Masters.<br><br>For a long time he roamed the United States, hiding behind the guise of a traveler, but that changed when he met his spouse. After a long period of courting, he decided to finally let her see the beast within, to his amazement she accepted him and took him on the proposal of marriage. That was a trying time for him, after all his wife had become his number one weakness and the instrument to be use to manipulate him, it all got worse when his wife bear him a child. A half blooded fae daughter, he was gifted with and he made sure to dote on her as much as he could.<br><br>Peace had come to him finally, but that peace was disturbed once more when he was called back into the Gray Lords hold. He had to leave his wife and child to go to the Nevada fae territory to fulfill his duty, mainly because he was the Prince's right hand and because the life of both his beloved ones were going to be put in danger if he resisted. He has brought with him once more his hounds and has begun to work on the transition of calling all the fae back and barring the lands from the humans, although that has become a tough challenge.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shannon Jamerson||Fae Civilian||Player: Caela</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Appearance:</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/4221404b-937c-4019-8715-a9d6c2c85aa4_zpsf1d50d67.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Shannon Jamerson<br><em>True Name:</em> Sinann<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:</strong> 3482 <br><em>Apparent Age:</em> Usually appears as a young blonde of no older than 25<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Fae<br><br><strong>Powers:</strong> Shannon was once revered as a Goddess of the River Shannon. As such she has all the powers associated with her connection to fresh waters. She can summon any creature who abides in fresh water, can manipulate water in many fashions (freezing, heating, slowing/increasing currents etc.) and can even become a part of a body of water <em>if</em> it's large enough to hold her mass and can actually clean a body of water of pollutants if it isn't too large.<br><br><em>Weaknesses:</em> Iron, sea creatures are beyond her control but she can understand them, salt water is harder for her to manipulate than fresh water, all of her Powers are diminished as Humans have, mostly, forgotten who she once was.<br><br><strong>Career:</strong> Works the night shift maintaining the tanks at the Shark Reef Aquarium in the Mandalay Bay hotel (despite the attractions being marine creatures she still finds the connection to so much water soothing in a place as dry as Vegas).<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Shannon is a kind intelligent, seemingly, young woman. She is diligent in her current choice of career, never once calling in sick or missing a night of work. Most that know her have only good things to say, though the will mention that when she loses her temper, it truly goes and that getting on her bad side is not a good idea. Like any older Fae, she lives by rules most Humans would never fully understand, and being as old as she is, she has developed patience and an eye for the long game beyond Human comprehension. She doesn't think this makes her better than Humans, merely that it makes her perspective entirely different than theirs. <br><br><strong>Background History:</strong> Most of the Humans she works with believe she was raised somewhere in the Midwest and came to Vegas strictly to work in the Shark Reef, drawn my a love of, and interest in, Marine creatures.<br><br>The truth is much longer than that.<br><br>A Granddaughter of Lir, human myth says that she sought knowledge from a sacred well without observing the proper rituals, or after being told no, and that the well rebelled and sent it's waters rushing forth to drown her, thus creating the River Shannon and making her the Patron Goddess of that River at the same time. The truth is far enough back in the past that not even she truly knows it anymore but if asked, she would say that it was far more likely she started out as a River Fae and that Human belief and worship, elevated her to something more. <br><br>Even her age is an estimate. She counts it from the time she started paying attention to the passing of time, not from an actual date of birth.<br><br>Originally she was bound to her River, unable to travel far from it, or the Humans who worshiped her there but as time, and Human memory, waned she found she was able to move further and further from her place of origin and as her worship faded entirely, she became free to roam the world. Her freedom came with a price however as the reach of her Power waned as well. All still there, their scope and reach diminished; she considered it a small price to pay. <br><br>For centuries she roamed the Earth, searching, learning, watching kingdoms and empires rise and fall. Initially it was easy enough, simply take a horse and go. A new place, a new name, new customs and languages to learn and plenty of time to learn them. Over the last century however, it had started to become more difficult. Humans gave over the use of natural materials and their computers started cataloging people. It was beginning to make simply disappearing and taking to a new land harder...until the Grey Lords outed them all. Oh granted, only the pretty, those who wouldn't frighten the Humans too badly, like herself, but it certainly made moving about easier again. And being able to admit she was Fae had certainly opened up some prospects. <br><br>She'd barely had to interview to get the job at the Shark Reef when she'd admitted she was a Fae with an affinity for water. Hell they'd practically fallen over themselves trying to give her, what they considered, a <em>better</em> but she enjoyed working nights, being able to commune with the creatures she worked with, and not having to show off for the Humans.<br><br>Of course now they were at War, or at least not on good terms, with the Humans of America and most were contained to their reservations. She had a pass to continue working at her job but only because her nature meant that, if she were forced to remain in the desert, it was likely she would fade. Or so she let everyone believe. Even a small amount of water would sustain her, and human technology (plumbing in particular in her case) certainly allowed for a free enough flow of water that fading wouldn't actually be a problem. She'd become used to her freedom over the centuries however and wasn't willing to give it up simply because some Lord was fool enough not to protect his family properly.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Diana Hunter||Fae Civilian|| Player: Callie Del Noire</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Accalia (Diana Hunter)<br><strong>Age</strong>: 23 (2000+, most of the last 800 years imprisoned.)<br><strong>Race</strong>: Fae<br><strong>Powers</strong>: Faerie; One of the last of the 'Beast Lords'. She walks the line between 'Beast Lord' and something closer to the positions that Gray Lords hold. Much of her power has been lost in the passing years since her imprisonment. She was a huntress and patron of the 'shifting kin' or Weres of Europe and the Middle East for centuries and was known to travel far. Her gifts and powers allowed her to assume the form of any beast she whose power she had tasted, a knack that she retains though it is now out of her control (IE. GM decides when/if she can taste the power of any Were).<br><br>She recently escaped from the sculpture she was bound in, though she recalls little of who betrayed her or how she came to be in it. She can call forth her weapons, a bow, sword and dagger of Faerie make. Though again, the weapons power is greatly diminished in her time imprisoned. Her senses, physical abilities and skill as a hunter are still beyond that of any human. Her only other power of note is the ability to call any animal to her. (Though Were and other shifters hear her call, they can easily ignore her). She can speak and understand any beast. The forms she misses most are those of the birds as she misses flying.<br><br>Her gift for Glamour is more a knack for hiding though she can hide some of her animal traits. (Her eyes, ears and talons)<br><br><strong>Career</strong>: 'Diane Hunter' is a well known nature photographer but hasn't been seen publicly since the 'retreat'. <br><br><strong>Personality</strong>: Confused by this new world and a bit scared. She is looking for a niche in a world radically different from any that she had imagined before her imprisonment. She is a proud warrior and angry at the loss of her personal power, her followers and her 'debt' to those that freed her. She despises much of the 'New World' and wishes to find a way to return to the Underhill, where she imagines that she could find some clue to her fallen kin and followers. She knows she exists only on the strength of the Morrigan and her past 'services' with them.<br><br><strong>Appearance</strong> : She tends towards dark black hair, alabaster skin, with nails tending towards claws and intensely green eyes. She <br><div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/aab-djc-egagfax|bgibjcah_630x466.jpg)</div><strong>Background History:</strong>Once she was one of the great Beast Lords, a mistress of the Wild Hunt. Her powers over the animals and shifting kin granted her the ability to call forth all manner of creatures and beasts to aid her in the hunting of those she was set to find for the Gray Lords. Then she was betrayed and bound in a sculpture of bronze for centuries. Only recently has the prison's magic diminished enough to let her slip free.<br>Only the intervention of The Morrigan, the three Gray Lords who were the celt goddesses of war she had served often in the past, kept her from being killed out of hand. Being more 'sensible' than most of the 'Beasts' allowed her to remain alive. She has been given an identity and taught the 'rules' of the modern world as well as English. <br>With the 'retreat', she has withdrawn into the Underhill but has found it.. galling. She dislikes being 'imprisoned' and 'running', as a result she has become among those who argue that retreating is the wrong movement and has pushed to be allowed to return to the mortal realm. She feels that 'hiding' makes the Fae weak and encourages the forces that allowed a killer to go free. Secretly she feels that the Prince should have called upon the Hunt for vengeance rather than partaking it himself though she respects his strength to do so on his own.</div></div><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shane Chavez||Half-Fae||Player:Callie Del Noire</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Name</strong>: Shane Chavez <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.freebase.com/api/trans/raw/wikipedia/images/en_id/12654454)</div><br><strong>Age</strong>: 25<br><strong>Race</strong>: Half-fae (Mexican-American ethnicity, American Citizen)<br><strong>Powers</strong>: Metal magic, immense strength, resilience.<br>-Metal Magic: With a thought he can deform most metals but the most complex alloys with a touch and thought as well as being able to reshape them with concentration. He can manipulate metal devices fairly easy (locks and such) but the more 'modern' options tend to frustrate his powers due to his lack of fine control and/or modern plastics within. He can infuse metal with heat as well.<br>-Inhuman resilience/strength. His 'metal magic' makes it hard to hurt him with a metallic weapon. Bullets, knives and an aluminum baseball bat have all be used with no harm, but a sideswipe from a pickup had him limping for weeks and wearing a leg brace while his cracked leg healed. He has put&nbsp; his hand through a car door fairly easy. He can lift up to a half ton with proper preparation and has flipped a fully loaded half ton panel van with great effort. He also is somewhat resilient to intense heat and has handled a red hot horseshoe. <br><strong>Career</strong>: College student, Blogger/Journalist, Freelance process server, Intern (Las Vegas SD, on suspension)<br><strong>Personality</strong>: He has a strong sense of justice and desire to be a law officer. His 'indefinite suspension' and the continued interference by 'outside agencies' with his reinstatement with the Las Vegas Sheriff Department has made him feel a bit frustrated and he's taken to his studies, social reform efforts and blogging about the 'half-blood' situation. His physical ability, connections to the community make it easy for him to talk to dozens of people throughout the greater Vegas region. <br><strong>Appearance</strong> : <br><strong>Background History</strong>: Shane hadn't met his father when his mother, an anthropology professor died of cancer. She had left him with a lot of questions, a truly epic collection of Jazz records and one of the most extensive collections of Fae lore in the human world. He grew up knowing how to watch for Fae, knowing to not say thank you to them, understanding how the 'Gentry' could not lie but shade the truth. She introduced him to a bunch of the lesser fae over the years. After a while he started to suspect that he was a half-blood but it wasn't till after her death that he found a note and a picture. The picture was a nondescript man with his mother as a social mixer. The note attached to the read a simple phrase: 'The Smith of Capel Ceyln'. He stayed with his grandmother, another scholarly woman in the family. She had been a reporter who covered migrant rights and labor issues before retiring to work in the local university. She took him around the area, and he rapidly learned to 'network' with all manner of folk. <br>When he turned 18, he came into his power. He got shot in a drive by shooting. Finding that the bullet never even punctured his skin was just the start. He helped the LVSD find the shooters (the shooters had been gunning for a classmate who died in the shooting) and started considering a role in law enforcement. With the revelation of the Fae, he got a scholarship and offers to be a 'Fae consultant' in law enforcement. He is currently studying a dual degree in Fae Studies (mostly history/anthropology) and Law Enforcement at UNLV. With the 'withdraw' of the Fae to the reservations and the impending 'war' his internship with the LVSD has been put on hold ('Indefinite Suspension' due to the change in the program he was interned under). He suspects that someone in CANTRIP shut him out. To cover his school his expenses he's been serving papers for various companies, lawyers and such. He is considering repoing cars using his powers, and has been experimenting in a friend's local junk yard using blank keys and salvaged cars.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>||The Vampires||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diablerie</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 15:04:16</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Kassandra Smythe||Seethe Vampire||Player: Caela</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Appearance:</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/sjr1.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kassandra Merillene Smythe<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:</strong> 392 (Appears late 20's)<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Vampire<br><br><strong>Powers:</strong> Like any Vampire she can cloud the mind of her Prey, implant false memories and send them on their way none the wiser; heal swiftly, and has increased strength and speed. Strong enough to live on her own, she keeps only a few pets in her home, preferring to feed on the transient masses that come through Vegas. She can also make herself unnoticeable; not invisible, just a trick that turns the eyes, making you not realize she is standing there which comes in handy when stalking her prey. As a human she had the Sight, as a Vampire it still comes on her at times, though with much less regularity, and usually only for something that will effect her life in some fashion.<br><br><strong>Career:</strong> None, Independently wealthy<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Kassandra is quiet and thoughtful, watchful and wary. She's intelligent and keeps her own counsel unless asked a specific question, and while she won't lie, she has an, almost Fae-like, ability to twist the truth so that what she says, and what you hear, may not be the same thing. She can be kind, but she chooses when to be so and when to be cold, and when to show outright cruelty.<br><br>She appears to have almost no temper, but people that cross her have a tendency to have bad things happen to them.<br><br><strong>Background History:</strong> Born in 1621, Kassandra was the daughter of a Blacksmith whose mother died having her. Having no other children her father had no idea how to raise a girl, and so he raised her more like he would a son, teaching her the more delicate skills of his trade. While he forged swords, axes, and horseshoes, she learned to make daggers and jewelry for their village. As her skill in such small matter grew, so did her reputation and though it seemed to ruin her for marriage, a skilled silver/goldsmith came to see her work and took her as an apprentice despite her sex. <br><br>Learning her craft well, she became a skilled artisan and while she didn't earn world renown, she did draw the attention of a Vampire with an eye for both pretty things, and pretty women...and she could provide both. He was careful in his feed on her, making sure he didn't use her too often, in order to not only preserve her usefulness but so that she could continue to learn more of her trade, learn to make greater and more intricate baubles for him to enjoy. Eventually, of course, the inevitable happened and in a fugue he drank to deeply. He'd drunk often enough that her Rising was inevitable, but it ended her learning because it meant they had to move from the Master she was learning from. She was too well known in the town.<br><br>She spent decades with her first Master, serving his menagerie until she grew strong enough to strike out on her own, to take, and support, her own pets. Preferring to not have the sort of followers that many had, however, she moved from one large city to another, often feasting on those that none would miss. There were always poor, homeless, transient, people; people whose death on a cold night would go un-remarked entirely and certainly whose death wouldn't be laid at the feet of a talented artisan like herself. <br><br>In fact, she liked being able to move as swiftly and with as little notice so well, that she took great care never to have more than two "children" with her at any one time. Keeping her household limited, and improving her skills over time, allowed her to amass a small fortune, under a variety of names, that would, if counted in total, make the richest of men jealous if they were aware of it. Knowing the transient nature, and value, of "money", especially as the electronic age has made actual hard currency less and less common, much of her wealth is in actual hard coin, though she also owns large tracts of land, some with mineral rights that a number of modern corporations have been paying to lease from her "family" for generations.<br><br>Now she's come to Vegas, a large city with a <em>hugely</em> transient population. Her last "child" has struck out on his own and she is free to set herself up and find a new human worthy of being made Vampire...after serving her for a time of course. As always, she will have paid respect, and due homage, to the local Seethe and sought permission to remain in their city, and hunt their grounds, for a time...perhaps a decade or so, before she will move on. She pledges no undying loyalty to anyone, but always shows the proper respect for the powers in any territory she "visits". <br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>||The Werewolves|| Pack &amp; Lone||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diablerie</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 15:12:10</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">John Lambert||Alpha to the Las Vegas, NV Pack|| Player: Ray Banner</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Name:</strong> John Lambert<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 68 (Appears in his mid-20s)<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Werewolf <strong>(Alpha)</strong><br><br><strong>Careers:</strong> Runs a business called “Lambert Securities Inc.” His business provides services such as diplomatic security, law enforcement training, risk-management counseling, close quarter training and logistics. Whilst the firm deals with the government in general, it does provide services to the locals such armed escorts and bodyguards for the right price, which someone is always willing to pay in Vegas. <br><br><strong>Powers:</strong> <br><br>Ability to call upon ‘berserker rage’ once a day, this allows John to become extremely powerful. Enough to either break through several slabs/walls of concrete, lift ten times the amount of his weight or gain a high enough speed to run across a body of water. This lasts between two to five minutes. <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br><br>Hot-headed, fiery and oft belligerent at proving his point, John is as bull headed as they come. He carries about an air of superiority to him wherever he goes and does not kindly take to no for an answer. He is surprisingly rational however and possesses a ‘business sense’ which had served him well in the past. This enables him to spot a good deal or a profitable transaction, whether it is monetary, diplomatic or purely human in nature. He weighs each option, uses mercy as a tool and is quick in dishing out punishment when needed. It is not a surprise however when his temper gets the best of his political self.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/JohnL1.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/JohnL2.JPG)</div></div></div><br><strong>Background History:</strong><br><br>Part of the Green Beret entourage for diplomats John Lambert was amongst the very first Americans who set foot in Vietnam during the 60s. After that it was all about kicking ass and chewing gum and John did a bit of both. Having grown up in an orphanage he had exercised his dog-eat-dog rights to get as far in life as he could however nothing prepared him for what came afterwards, not even his training. <br><br>During a certain engagement John was taken hostage by a group of friendlies his company was supposed to be protecting, those South Vietnamese… or so John thought. Of course what followed was something he could never have been prepared for. This group of South Vietnamese was a pack of werewolves and John was to be a part of their hostage exchange with the North, a deal conducted without anybody else’s knowledge. As is the manner of things, this exchange went terrible. John was bit and left to die however he survived. Consumed by his bloodlust and this new power, John sought out this group of South Vietnamese – and after an initiation – was accepted as one of them. He was to retain his duties as a soldier whilst corresponding directly with this group… after all they were on the same side. In the next several years, most of his pack were either wiped out or ousted as power changed hands and John found himself a rogue once more. <br><br>He left soon after and even wondered if perhaps his wolf side would no longer exist within the US but of course, he was wrong. Quick to hunt down rogues within the states of Nevada, California and Arizona John established his own pack – and put those to death who refused to be a part of his community – so that he may continue the hierarchy he had come to love. He established Lambert Securities Inc. within Vegas in the mid-80s and ever since then, had exercised complete power in the vicinity except for subservience to the Marrok, when he is called upon to offer it.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Stephanie Chamberlain||Omega to the Las Vegas, NV Pack||Player: Caela</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Appearance:</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/gp1.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie "Stephy" Ann Chamberlain<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 84 (appears around 27)<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Werewolf; Omega <br><br><strong>Powers/Position:</strong> As an Omega Stephy has the ability to soothe and calm any Wolf not actively engaged in a fight for Dominance. She is the natural arbiter of the Pack and (like all Omega's) helps maintain order when the Dominant's in the Pack are letting their tempers run high. Standing outside the Pack Hierarchy, her involvement is never a threat to ranking which is often a help in itself. When that alone isn't enough she can use her ability to spread calm through a room of Wolves with this closest being the most effected. Even those Wolves who are old and whose Wolves are about to take over, can be calmed by the presence of an Omega, though it would take her constant presence to keep them from going insane.<br><br><strong>Career:</strong> Child Psychologist <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Stephanie has always been a natural arbiter. Even as a child she was the one other kids (even many older than herself) ran to for solutions to problems they wouldn't take to adults. As she grew, the ability to solve or help people work through problems grew and she was naturally drawn to the growing field of psychology. Kind and with an optimistic view of life she is drawn to children and enjoys her current work with them. <br><br>Kind as she is, like any Wolf, she can have a temper but it tends to flare and die almost as quickly. She isn't the sort to seek vengeance for a harm done to her but will, instead, simply cut the person causing her pain from her life. Most people that know her like her and find disappointing her far more worrisome than angering her.<br><br><strong>Background History:</strong> Stephanie actually was born in 1929 and raised in New York City, though few people would ever think of her as a "city girl". Her parents weren't wealthy but they weren't poor either. Solidly middle class they did the best they could for their daughter in the the hope that she would, "Marry Up". Always strong willed, Stephanie nearly spoiled that plan by making it clear that her goals were further reaching that simply getting married and popping out grandchildren.<br><br>She demanded, and worked hard for, an education at a time when most women didn't aspire so high. She wanted a doctorate in Psychology but that was beyond her initially and she settled for becoming a teacher and marrying a Psychologist; which satisfied her mother's desire for her to marry well. She actually did love her husband and actually gave him two children (twin girls) before the fateful night that changed her life forever.<br><br>Out camping with her small family (both she and her husband loved the outdoors) they had no idea that their campsite was near land frequently used by a Wolf Pack to run on the full moon. The Pack had no idea that anyone was camping that night and were chasing down a Wolf who had gone mad, planning to corner him in a ravine less than half a mile from where they were. The crazed Wolf caught there scent and veered toward them, rampaging through their campsite before the rest of the Pack caught up to him, killing Stephanie's husband and two children and mauling her before he was pulled away and slaughtered in turn by a Pack simply, "Taking care of business". <br><br>Someone in the Pack, to this day Stephanie can't remember who, recognized the potential for what she could become, if she lived without going mad, and demanded that they take Stephanie back to their encampment to be cared for. Grieving, trying to heal from such traumatic injuries, <em>and</em> trying to reconcile everything people were trying to tell her, as well as the massive pain when the Changes started and she couldn't control them at first, nearly did her in. More than once she heard whispers that she, in turn, might need to be put down, Omega or not. <br><br>Because of the trauma surrounding her initial attack and Change, the Alpha of the Pack that had found her actually petitioned to have her moved to the care of another Pack in the hope that <em>not</em> being around the Pack responsible for the death of her family might give her the breathing room she needed to grieve and learn control. No one liked the idea of putting down a potential Omega. She was taken in only when he promised that if she couldn't learn the control she needed, that he would come and handle putting her down himself. <br><br>To that end she was actually sent to a Pack in Northern Washington. They had purchased massive tracts of land for the Pack to use and she found the wild country, and the total lack of anything familiar, soothing in a way few other things could be. Slowly she came out of her shell and started paying attention to what the new Pack, people she didn't see as responsible for her loss in any way, were trying to teach her. Because of her grief it took longer than they normally would have given a new wolf time for, but (also because of her grief) they simply kept her isolated and as she started making progress they began to relax and eventually sent word back that she would Heal, given time.<br><br>She stayed in Washington until the Marrok put out the word that an Omega would be useful for the Pack he was sending back to Las Vegas. Having fel the urge for something new for some time, she spoke with her Alpha (out of courtesy and respect for the man who had given her the time she needed to heal and become whole again) before petitioning the Marrok to allow her to go to Vegas. New wolves in a new place would need an Omega to keep things calm and make the transition smoother and she looked forward to the challenge.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lily "L" Moraine Brackston||Submissive Werewolf||Player: Curvy Kitten</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Name:</strong><br>&nbsp;Lily "L" Moraine Brackston<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:</strong><br>&nbsp;Looks to be 22 but is actually 30<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> <br>Werewolf<br><br><strong>Powers (If any):</strong> <br>Lily has the ability to heal or manipulate the body inwardly, she uses her gift to not only help in her job. But also to help her fellow werewolves not only heal faster, but to heal from wounds that would normally end up killing even them. Stitching together wounds, helping expel silver and so forth. Her ability to manipulate the body also allows her to simulate emotional responses. Affecting a targets adrenaline, serotonin, steroids and so forth. In a way creating the affect of an emotion, excitement, anger, sleepiness, happiness, confidence, and even arousal. ( though her own emotions can affect this ability, and she has at times been known to project her own physical responses and affect someone around her.) <br><br>Due to the affect of the silver in her she is actually for now physically weaker then others of her kind. But there is one thing that astound even the other werewolves. Her speed is uncanny even for them, she always jokes about it was a given. Of course she is the fastest, she is a emergency response professional she has to be the first on the scene. <br><br><strong>Career: </strong><br>EMT<br><br><strong>Personality: </strong><br><br>Lily isn't as soft and sweet as her name would lead you to believe. She has a strong will, a loyal heart, is stubborn as hell, though she is a submissive within the pack. She is one to never say she can't, even if there are moments that she has to push that much harder then the others to accomplish something. In her line of work you don't just give up, and she carries that mentality throughout her life. But her heart can be clearly seen when she deals with those that really needs her help. A bit daring and unafraid at times, she has been known to run into situation that should run from just to safe someone else. 'What do you mean you ran into the line of fire from a gang shot out?' And despite her protected place in the pack, she is a healer, a fighter, and protector in her own right.<br><br>Her emotions now heightened have been known to get the best of her. But over time she has started to learn to find her center. She is a person of passion, when she gives in and embraces it she can be your worst enemy or the best lover you've ever had. She is heat, passion, exploration, strength, intelligence, all in one untamed and amazingly curvy well-toned body. <br><br><strong>Appearance :</strong> <br><div align="center">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNTcioValpM/T6pUf6EGVcI/AAAAAAAADVM/h4J0igHRmrs/s320/Kelly+Brook_hot3.jpg)<br><br>Lily 3 (http://cdn01.dailycaller.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/kelly_brook_boobs_20080426_02.jpg)<br>Lily 4 (http://www.nupxl.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Facts-You-Should-Know-About-Breasts-kelly-brooks-the-english-model-1024x819.jpg)<br>Lily 5 (http://www.dreamwallpapers.co.uk/wp-content/themes/wordphoto-black2/scripts/timthumb.php?src=http://www.dreamwallpapers.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/kelly-brook-on-the-beach-smile-arms-top.jpg&amp;w=729&amp;zc=1&amp;q=114)<br>Lily 6 (http://www.femaleceleboops.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Kelly-Brook-ass1-600x771.jpg)<br><br>(http://www.wallpaperez.net/wallpaper/models/Kelly-Brook-in-water-251.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Background History:</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Lily has been a mystery since the day she was born, her own mother never telling her who her <strong>father</strong> was. Just that he had to leave for his own reasons. But her <strong><em>mother</em></strong> always made sure that Lily knew she was loved. And for the first seven years of Lily's life she was truly happy and vibrant. As wild and curious as any other some girl should be. Lily knew love and a home even if her mother moved them around a lot. And she never once got sick, which was surprising to say the least. But her mother simply said Lily had good jeans. The truth of her parents and their origins was never told to her. Her mother thinking it best to keep that bit of information to herself till Lily was old enough to understand it all. <br><br>But her mother would never get the chance to do that. When she was 7 years old Lily and her mother were involved in horrible car accident. Somehow Lily was tossed 30 feet from the car and left unscathed, while her mother burned alive in the car. Lily watched as she lost her mother, heard her screams as she burned alive. The help that came had no real chance to try and save her. They took Lily and she ended up being put into the Las Vegas foster system. Which was lacking in favorable situations to say the least. Lily grew up fighting and surviving, she was still seemingly lost and angry about losing her mother. It wasn't until she was sent to an elderly woman that took in trouble kids that she found herself not only meeting her match. But feeling as if she had found a home again. The woman had a way of keeping people in check, and took in all sorts of people. Mama Rose as she was called really was a healer and leader. She helped encourage Lily to actually work at getting her education. And to find what her true passions were, Mama Rose really was a driving force to help Lily become the woman she was in the present day. <br><br>When she was 18 and finished with high school Lily saw to becoming a fully certified EMT. She took to the rule like it was second nature, though she was always known as a high risk responder. Lily was never afraid to be the one to head into the line of fire or head into the neighborhoods that most avoided like the plague. In her few years of service she has been tackled, attacked, shot at, nearly hit by cars, faced countless weather conditions, hell she once fought through a mud slide to get to a trapped woman needing assistance. Her partners always joke about her being a dare devil...and never knowing her own limits. In truth Lily didn't want to be the one that got somewhere to late, that didn't fight hard enough for someone. And ended up leaving another kid without a family. <br><br>As time passed Lily grew into one hell of a responder, and into an amazingly confident and strong woman. Men came and went as she just never found someone that clicked. But she always had friends around her. Friends that were in the end her family. Little did she know that there was more to the world than anyone thought. She always suspected, always thought there could be more with all that she had seen over the years. But she had no idea her father was really a werewolf, her mother connected to a line of fae. If there had been any werewolves left in the city that had known about her when she was little. They would have no doubt found her and given her a home. But it wasn't till they returned and tried to track down possible stragglers and discovered rumors of her birth. It was then that they started to look deeper into Lily's life to see what kind of woman she had become. Even if she was human she was still a female from a strong bloodline. And the possibility that could be made into one of them was to alluring to resist.<br><br>It was then a<strong><em> few of them approached her </em></strong>originally just out to get to know her better and see if she had the potential they sought. But she ended up becoming<strong><em> friends with them</em></strong>. It seemed to even the supernatural world she was hard to resist. Months past and Lily became close with her <strong><em>new friends</em></strong>. They kept her in the dark when it came to the truth of it all. That is until something happened that made it impossible to hide it. <br><br>It was a call like any other, shots fired, officer down and the area seemed to still be a war zone. So of course Lily's unit was quickly on the scene and she hopped out the back before they had even stopped moving. Her first step was to grab the officer that had been shot and drag him to where she could treat him. But as she was getting him stable more shots were fired. It was then she noticed the one of her <strong><em>new 'friends'</em></strong> running from a shooter. Well of course Lily couldn't let this be, so she had her partner tend to the cop as she ran with her case to get to what she was sure was another victim. Lily had no idea what was really going on, how the different types of supernatural could be going after one another. <br><br>What Lily saw nearly made her freeze for the first time in her life. She swore that <strong><em>her friend</em></strong> was growing claws and fangs, but it had to be a trick of the eye. Adrenalin was high and she clearly needed a few days off. When the shadowed assailant was on the move again she reacted, pushing '<strong>her friend'</strong> out of the way. It was then she was hit with bullets, bullets she would find out were silver. The world blurred and all she saw was two figures suddenly impacting with one another. <br><br>She laid there, blood pooling around her and her heart slowing down. Lily didn't think when she got up that morning that it would be her last. If she had the idea of calling in may have been more appealing. The world was going dark around her when she felt her body being lifted. She tried to speak but nothing but mumbling came from her lips. She heard voice around her, like they were debating something. And then she felt more pain as if something was tarring into her flesh once more. A short scream came from her and then the world went dark. <br><br>She didn't know it then but when Lily woke up in a hospital surrounded by the people she had <strong><em>become friends with</em></strong>. Looking at her as if they were waiting for something to happen. That they were in fact waiting to see if she would live, if she would become one of them. The doctors informed her that the bullets had splintered and were near her heart and imbedded in her spine. But she seemed to have an infection that wasn't responding to treatment. And without her fever going down and her body stronger they couldn't go back in to surgery. Lily felt trapped in her own dying body, unable to even feel her legs. But as the doctors left<strong><em> one the pack stepped forward. </em></strong> It was then they explained the truth to her, and the fact that she may still die. That she still had to survive shifting, and repelling the silver that was in her system. But first they needed to get her out of the hospital. It was stupid, and probably the worst thing she could do. But something in her told her to go with it, even if it ended up being the end of her. So against doctors’ orders Lily signed herself out and went with the people that could actually just be insane. <br><br>It was 6 days before the full moon, and she was still so weak it worried those around her. But still Lily fought on; she was stubborn and wouldn't give in till her last breath left her. And with great surprise her body listened. Still human for the most part her body was healing much faster than it should be. Each day a more of the poisonous silver was pushed from her system. And her ever cheeky attitude seemed to come back as the days past. But only after her first change would they know if she was really strong enough to be one of them. <br><br>As the night of the fool moon came Lily meditated and tried to focus. Pushing the idea that she could end up dying that very night. She was still weak from some of the silver in her system. But at least she had her stubborn unwavering nature to back her up. As the time came the others sat with her, their own changes would come as well. At least no matter what happened Lily wouldn't be alone. As the time came pain ripped through her body. It was like her body was tarring apart trying to rearrange itself. She had never felt anything so intense, and utterly overwhelming. It wasn't till <strong><em>she felt someone else nudging her with a muzzle</em></strong> that she opened her eyes once more. She had not only lived through the changed, she had managed to almost heal completely. Her legs worked again...well all four of them in this form. And she felt stronger then she had even felt in her whole life. <br><br>From here Lily was taught about the ways and rules of being a werewolf. Found her place within the pack and within the new strange would that she now lived in. She also came into her new abilities, they were strange for a werewolf apparently and it did raise a few eyebrows. But in the end the pack accepted her for who she was. She did go back to work, and still found herself in interesting, dangerous, and unbelievable situations. Specially outside of work, with everything that had suddenly changed in her life. Lily had a whole new world in front of her, and even if it would take time to really find her place in it. Lily knew she wasn't alone while she did it.<br><br></div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>||The Walkers||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diablerie</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 15:15:15</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shawnee Dakota Fisher||Chinook Owl Walker||Player: Kuje</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Shawnee Dakota Fisher <br>&nbsp;<br>Age: 22 or maybe 23 by now.<br><br>Race: Walker - Chinook<br><br>Powers (If any): Aura reading. Ghost sensing and talking. Rarely visions/psychometry. When she managed to read auras, wolves tend to be the color of their species, a lot of browns, greys, reds, whites, or blacks. The nature fae are so many shades of greens and browns but other shades, depending on if they were nature fae or other species of fae. Of course, she couldn't aura read any fae that has protections that block/mask their aura. Witches had auras that closely matched humans but they also had protections that could mask their auras, if they knew how to. White witches tended to have a silver color to her and black witches have a dark color. Walkers, like her, had auras in the shape of the animal the shifted into. Vampires scare her the most, they're dark blood red. <br><br>Career: A Waitress back in Portland, Oregon and she was learning how to keep some of the books of finances. In Vegas, she's unemployed and or looking for work. Although, she's been thinking about trying to talk to new age/pagan shop owners to see if they would be willing to give her a chance at being a medium so she could help clients answer their questions by her new power to see and talk with ghosts. <br><br>Personality: A little flighty at times. More wise than intelligent, but not to say she's dumb or stupid. Values hearth and home. Cares deeply for her family, and others. Dislikes those that really try to boss her around, within limits. If she feels like someone is doing it to rile her, she'll mouth off to them unless she knows that it wouldn't be wise to do so. When she's really stressed, she turns to drinking beer instead of water.<br><br>Appearance : Blue eyed. Blonde. 5Feet 5inches. (See pic) It's still a mystery why she's blonde and blue eyed when the rest of her family are dark skinned, black or browned haired, and brown eyed.<br><br>Background History: She was home tutored on the reservation, so she's never been to any of the public schools or gone to college. Growing up on the Chinook reservation in Northwest Oregon, she spent most of her time outdoors, fishing along the coast or helping the tribe when they wanted to get her out from underfoot. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>It wasn't until she was a teenager that she learned that she could shift into a owl. While out fishing, when she wasn't supposed to be, a storm came through and as she panicked, she shifted to get away from the sinking boat. Now, she tends to keep her ability a secret. Only her mother, father, and grandmother know that she has been touched by Owl. Her mother and grandmother trained her to be able to sense what others can't see because owls are said to be able to sense what others cannot. Her oracle power has changed and rarely does she receive visions like she used to but now, due to her family teaching her new ways to harness that oracle power, she can sense and talk to spirits/ghosts.<br><br>She hasn't done so yet since she's only been in town for a little while but one of her interests is visiting the Las Vegas Indian Colony. She's mostly interested in seeing what a desert tribe is like instead of her tribe since the Chinook way of life is based around the ocean and bounty that comes from the ocean.<br><br>Shawnee's Pic: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/ShawneeKuje.png)</div></div><br>Shawnee as Owl: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/ShawneeOwl.jpg)</div></div></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Talulah Powma "Rain"||Paiute Raven Walker||Player: Photo</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name</strong>: Talulah Powma "Rain" - "Heavy Rain" - "Leaping water"<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age</strong>: Twenty six (November 20: 3:15 a.m.)<br><br><strong>Race</strong>: Walker<br><br><strong>Powers</strong>: Can effectively transform into a Raven at will. Rain is also sensitive to magics, and it's not difficult for her to identify vampires, fae, werewolfs, and/or witches. Further, Rain can feel death. When something dies, she senses it, no matter the distance. However, the closer she happens to be to the incident, the more intense the experience. She feels it like a sound, and a light, it's not particularly scary, or intimidating. It all depends on how much or how little Rain cares about the being that is losing it's life.<br><br><strong>Career</strong>: Rain grew up on the reservation in Lyon county. She was fourteen when life begin to take every twist and turn for the odd. For now, We'll say that Rain is one of the best bartenders in Vegas. Customers don't particularly like her, it's her employers that benefit from her. She pours drinks properly without under or over serving. She holds her own in arguments with belligerent men. She's gorgeous, and she shares tips with the tills. She's worked all over town, but prefers to work in Casinos, the reasons are succinct as follows: People lose their entire bank accounts there, it's funny to her - Rain is a predator, and the Casino's are full of prey (metaphorically) - the men tip higher - the women don't talk to her as much as bars and clubs - drinks are more expensive, therefor, it's a better environment to work in. - Prostitutes go from one way to another, she lives vicariously through them, watching them, and hiring them on occasion. - she can smoke inside. - they wages are good. - The list goes on.<br><br><br><strong>Personality</strong>: Rain is dark, demented, unfocused, and full of character flaws. She does get sick enjoyment out of other's suffering. Within this, is the idea that one must suffer in order to grow, and Rain knows this at the center of her being. The humor comes from the fact that people usually handle these situations poorly. This is more prominent in her exchange with strangers. She does exude this energy with her friends as well, typically helping through the scenarios, rather than just blowing a chuckled breathe of smoke in their face. Rain prefers a large circle of friends, for she is an intensly social woman. She has learned to appreciate company of honest folks, and she does treat her friends with utmost respect most of the time. <br><br>She's a sexual creature, and a lot of her thought-patterns revolve around getting laid. She is incredibly persuasive, and creative with her language. It almost seems like she can talk ideas into people's heads, forcing them to bide by her will. Of course, she has no real power in this sense, unless one considers her sexuality and her charisma as power. She prefers to dance alone, or with multiple partners, this is the exact opposite in the bedroom. Rain is not an artist, by any stretch of the word, she is an oppurtunist, a trickster, and devious.&nbsp; Drunk, she gets angry fast, and only the prospect of middle-eastern food or sex distract her enough to drop the grudge and move on with life. See, Rain is greedy, she has never turned down food, or left her plate empty. She likes to smoke, and eat, and fuck. Money is no object to her, objects are objects to her.<br><br>She gets along better with men than she does women. She has a distanced connection with her tribe. She feels like her people have lost their ways, through no fault of their own. She feels lucky to be alive, and lucky to be as gifted as she is. But, the Paiute way is more alive in her than the collective culture that she came from. This belief is firmly held in her mind. If Rain can get away with it, she lets people believe that she's white. If the conversation arises though, she holds no shame of her own past or her ancestor's.<br><br><strong>Appearance </strong>: Only 5'4 inches tall, obviously thin, about 121 lbs. Rain's appearance is about as accurate as the pictures in the spoiler. Rain is petite, her breasts and her hips hardly hold the shape of a woman's body. Her greatest feature is her tuned abdomen/chalice. Her olive skin tans into a light brown every spring, and it doesn't fade until the beginning of winter. The only suggested difference between Rain's actual appearance, and these two girls in the photos is that Rain's eyes are a dark dark brown. And, she would likely appear to be more native than either of these two, but she has caucassion in her blood, so not too much.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> photos- be careful at work</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2d015w6.jpg)(http://i47.tinypic.com/1o54p0.jpg)<br><br></div></div><br><strong>Background History</strong>: Rain lived a sad life as a native child. She had two older brother's that each seemed to abandon the tribe when they were little. They spent their time with white kids from off of the reservation. She had chosen to associate with her people, though. It was a difficult, uneasy existence for such a young person. She was well aware of her abilities, and she had felt cursed for most of that time. Her mother was Spanish, and German. So, she was horrified to discover that her daughter turned into a crow. Her father insisted that Leaping Water was a Raven, one of the most important, and enigmatic creature in the world. He told his wife of Raven myths from other tribes in the area, for the Paiute did not have a popular myth for the Raven. She was swayed, and she stayed with her family, as dysfunctional as their future seemed to be.<br><br>Rain was told to keep her abilities hidden, however, her father was unaware of how deep her power went. Her sense of death started to scare people. She would always stumble upon creatures, or sometimes people recently deceased. Some begin to suspect her a demon of some kind. Others were more convinced that she was sent to Earth to deal with the grief of others. She didn't like either of these ideas. She started to rebel against everyone. And what she did from the ages of fourteen to sixteen will never be forgiven. Her parents begin to despise her, and Rain ostracized herself by choice before she leanred complex algebra in school. <br><br>Rain used her teenagers years like an endless well of entertainment. She moved out of the reservation, and started to make her way in the world with dirty jobs, especially for a girl her age. There were two years spent in the shadows of the evil under carriage of Vegas. She took for the desert city immediately. She worked hard, no matter what that work was. And no man could deny her sexuality. It oozed from her, so she took room and board for exchanges of sex. Officially, She was a prostitute, and a stripper the moment she turned eighteen, and she turned to hard drugs as an escape from this life-style. Her favorite substance was weed, but she also used coke, and black-tar smokable opium. Liquor made a steady appearance once or twice a day. She never spent her money on anything productive, and she eventually turned to theft in order to make ends meet. This landed her in a correctional facility for non-violent women of the tribe causing trouble in society. She's never had an official arrest or felony on her record, likely due to the fact that her tribe is protecting her. <br><br>At the age of twenty four, she entered back into the world as a functional bartender. Every now and again she has the urge to start turning tricks again. That is, the old tricks, the drugs, and the sex. Her everyday existence is a mild version of that whore that she used to be.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chiara Aislin Massri|| Snake Walker|| Player: Curvy Kitten </div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Chiara Aislin Massri / She goes by Cleo when she dances.<br><strong> <br>Age:</strong> 21<br><br><strong>Race: </strong>Walker Snake <br><br><strong>Powers (If any):</strong><br>Mental Inducement or hypnosis through her bodies movements and varying degrees with her voice (still trying to perfect the use of her ability with her voice.)<br>User is able cause the targets mind/brain go into wanted state, causing short-term change in emotions, sensations, memories, etc., exact length of the effect depends on both the users skill and power and the targets mental state. Note that repeated uses of this power may cause more permanent and/or unwanted effects on the target. <br><br>Poisonous bite, when extending her hidden set of fangs Chiara and bite and inject her victim with a lethal dose of poison. (she is immune to snake venom of course.)<br><br><br><strong>Career:</strong><br>Professional dancer, Private Exotic dancer for high class clients between booked gigs<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> <br>Chiara is charming, sexy, sophisticated, and in the end considers herself one of the worlds greatest con-artists. She is also has her exotic sex appeal, her fitness, her brilliant out-of-the-box thinking, ability to talk, lie or charm her way out of anything. But with the amount of charisma she has Chiara can make you not care at all. These traits prove to be crucial necessities in her life, and serve as an advantage in the many instances.<br><br>She embraces life, and tends to not let the bad hold her back. There is to much in life to look forward to or try to let the bad hold you back from it. Sometimes you fail, or fall short of expectations, and sometimes life kicks you when your down. But it is what you do then that defines who you are. After all a girl can have the time of her life if she just had the humph to make it happen. Underneath some may say she has a dangerous allure. Like she could take a bite of you but have you so sure that you liked it, you couldn't help but have her do it again.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong><br><div align="center">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qMbPy3gAMJ0/ULt5dxwv4MI/AAAAAAAAbcI/FaO56lGCJbY/s1600/Miriam-Fares-2010.jpg)</div><div align="center">pic 2 (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E56knPBHim4/T7cCuYhV0DI/AAAAAAAAALk/ukehwyEfb8k/s1600/myriam-fares-154-3021-5771239.jpg)<br>pic 3 (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6k7mqAgcA0/ThIBBBKD_8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/QOBrBY9v0BI/s1600/Myriam%20Fares%20Hot%203.jpg)<br>pic 4 (http://www.arasale.com/photo/arabian/myriam/48.jpg)<br>pic 5 (http://www.arabiccelebrities.com/public/uploads/AR-CELEBRITIES/Letter_M_pictures/Myriam_Fares/Myriam_Fares_02.jpg)<br>pic 6 (http://img.xcitefun.net/users/2010/03/156993,xcitefun-myriam-fares-hot.jpg)</div><div align="center">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1CmwcGOA5mE/TVdTjflp5aI/AAAAAAAAARM/GIQFVzeZBJE/s400/161226_357703804_myriam_H175636_L.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Snake form</span><br>(http://www.buzzle.com/images/snakes/egyptian-cobra.jpg)<br>Pic 2 (http://www.google.com/url?sa=i&amp;source=images&amp;cd=&amp;docid=3hJOKi2GbK7QEM&amp;tbnid=lrQaQLqRmTSuUM:&amp;ved=0CAUQjBwwAA&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.dreamstime.com%2Fegyptian-cobra-naja-haje-thumb10350425.jpg&amp;ei=WwxnUaypNa-j4AO3hoGgDA&amp;psig=AFQjCNFAVrfrH7d3z-m6_ewAyH3R5elDkw&amp;ust=1365794267918716)<br>&nbsp;</div><strong>Background History:</strong><br>Chiara was born to a woman that had worked her way around the world twice over. Her mother was a woman that saw what she wanted and always went for it. And always got it in the end. But she was also a woman that couldn't except what she had and just be happy. So any relationship that came along never lasted long. Chiara has no idea which one of her mothers many lovers is her father. And her mother isn't around to ask anymore. Not because she is dead, but because her mother left Chiara at the age of 13 in Las Vegas. It had crapped her style to have a child around, and her mothers newest lover didn't like having her around. So of course her mother chose money and a lavish lifestyle over her own flesh and blood. But it wasn't something new to Chiara.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her mother would leave her in some hotel room with cash and disappear for days or weeks on end. But doing that allowed Chiara to learn how to survive on her own. And how to use her power to get what ever she needed to live. Despite being along in life Chiara never went hungry, cold, or had to sleep on the street like some common street rat. No she used her age and abilities to con her way to what ever she needed. So in a way Chiara had become just like her mother and she hadn't even turn 18 yet. <br><br>When her mother left Chiara simply did what was needed. Using her ability to set up a small apartment for herself, a few cons going to make her cash, and even made a point to go to school. Because unlike her mother Chiara didn't want to depend on what ever man was around to pay her way. She wanted to make her own way, to be her own woman. <br><br>Years passed and Chiara grew into a exotic and amazingly confident young woman. Now 21 she is a professional dancer by choice, but between working gigs she dances as a private exotic dance to high class clients. Her life well payed for after years of working her skills. And only takes work because she enjoys it. And only takes on lovers when she wants or needs the release that only the touch of a man or woman can bring. In her eyes, despite not having a constant person in her life...she is in fact living the good life. And she doesn't see it changing any time soon. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>||The Witches|| Witch Families, Unaligned, &amp; Coven|| (Looking For) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diablerie</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 15:18:08</strong>
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				<strong>At the moment we have no approved witches, we are looking for some!</strong>
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				Title: <strong>||The Humans||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diablerie</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 15:19:12</strong>
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				<strong>At the moment we have no approved humans, but we are looking for some!</strong>
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