Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread
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				Title: <strong>Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>14-01-2023, 23:56:33</strong>
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				For In Character posts for Out of the Dark. Boldly enter Darkest Vancouver &amp; beyond, #Shadowfam!<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img width=200 padding=10]http://your image here[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]NAME:[/b] Your Character Name<br>(Optional)[b]WEARING:[/b] Optional description of what your character is wearing, or a link to their outfit.<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] Where your character is, or where they end up at the end of the post if there is transition/travel involved.<br>[b]TIME:[/b] In a general sense.<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] General level of content. Please include a warning about something like violence, bullying, etc., being included.<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] Any characters and potential NPC's being referenced or directly spoken with in this post.<br>[hr]</code></pre><br><hr><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/qcq3vMM.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>16-01-2023, 02:21:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cyfd4XcioBg/VCED7rSZ77I/AAAAAAAAUlU/hLQkLlcw6Ho/s1600/tumblr_n4whivM2Z81sktp8ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Dove of Winter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16378622#msg16378622) "Kerr"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> a white lace cover-up over that tank-ini and white classics...<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Her studio apartment (http://cdn.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/small-apartment-plan.jpeg) to a nearby beach.<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Up and at 'em, dancing to the music, going walkabout, ohhh that's strange....<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Open</span> | (m) <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Dark Claw</span><br><strong>MUSICAL MOOD:</strong> Taki Taki (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixkoVwKQaJg)<br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Báilame como si fuera la última vez<br>Y enséñame ese pasito que no sé <br>Un besito bien suavecito, bebé<br>Taki taki<br>Taki taki</span></div><br><em>Dove opened her dark eyes and blinked against the brightness of the sunlight as it streamed through her window. Of course, last night had been a late one, but weren't all of them? Bartenders did not GET early nights, not if they wanted those tips that happened after one was too tipsy to pay attention to the bills they tossed out. Not that she was broke, but that was not the point. Dealing with drunks was a thankless task on the best of nights. Hell, a saint would have issues with some of those jerks...</em><br><br>Rolling from her bed took but a moment, and soon enough, Dove was in the shower and washing away the stench of the night before. The day looked to be shaping into a nice one, and with no plans or need to do ANYTHING; the lonesome wolf decided to take herself to the beach and see if there was anything worth looking at...or for...or something. After all, she could not just laze about. There were people outside, and sometimes a woman just wanted to hear voices that weren't an echo of memory...or drunk. <br><br>So...music.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Aye<br>He said he really wanna see me more<br>I said we should have a date, where? At the Lamborghini store<br>"I'm kinda scary, hard to read; I'm like a Ouija board"<br>"But I'm a boss bitch, who you gonna leave me for?"<br></span></div><br>She danced through her small loft apartment, booty shaking while she sang along, her voice the hushed sibilance of contralto softness, weaving in and out of the beat as her body pranced about, almost without her knowledge. Cardi B's lyrics made her grin and rap along while she slipped into something that would (hopefully) not get her arrested. As soon as the song finished, Dove slipped down the stairs and out the front door, a small grin hovering over full lips and brightening dark eyes.<br><br>Half an hour later found the small feminine form on a beach where various bodies wandered, and the rising scent of something on a grill caught her nose. Whipping her head toward the water line, she noted a group of people, lazing about while something cooked on a small charcoal grill--bratwurst? Hotdogs? Hell, she wanted to see! <br><br>Wandering just a bit closer, she slowed as the scent of something <em>other</em> caught her attention. Though the group of guys LOOKED like regular people, they sure did not smell like it. There was a hint of the wilderness there, a touch of the deep woods, and a roiling hint of testosterone and pheromones. Were they "people"? Of course, they were masculine and looked like people but did that mean they were just people, or were they like her and her family? Would it be impolite to ask? Was there a regulation one had to follow?? Why did no one ever think to provide directions??
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>16-01-2023, 04:32:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DvHFcGz.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Nelson 'Dark Claw' Wilson<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Hawaiian shirt (aggressively colourful), grey tank top (with five distinct mustard stains of varying shades), cream cargo shorts (with an old relish stain on the left leg), white socks, sandals, sunglasses<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beach<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Grilling, chilling, being a certified alpha wolf and bona fide giga chad<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dove of Winter "Kerr," Open<br><hr><br>Nelson 'Dark Claw' Wilson may not have had a lot of things going for him like other facgime - a portmanteau of faction and regime - heads had going for him. He did not have seemingly endless bank accounts that the Vampires, Warlocks, and Shadowhunters had, with the associated black lamborghinis, gold chains, and penthouse apartments. But his pack was a family of like-minded individuals and there was, in the main, very little friction. And when there was a problem, they settled the matter in the manliest manner possible: 1v1 beach ball games. Or, if the weather was like, really bad and horrible - as it often could be in Vancouver - they figured out something else, like extreme Jenga. Which was just like, normal Jenga. But it was winner take all. A lot better than that fighting to the death toxic bullshit of traditional packs.<br><br>As head of the pack it fell to Dark Claw to tend to the grill. It was a nice little portable model with a small propane canister on the side that made things quick and easy. Some people said that charcoal was better - and maybe it was, Hank Hill! - but nobody wanted to be arsed to drag one of those sons of bitches out to the beach, set it up, get the charcoal in and going, and then clean it up to take it home at the end of the day. So. Propane it was. And sizzling away on the grill were several Johnsonville bratwursts. There were more in a cooler nearby, and another cooler had some Molsons chilling. Dark Claw had one in his hand that was pretty lukewarm right now, because it was warmed by his hand. It was okay, though. It was a trial that Dark Claw suffered for his pack. <br><br>After giving the bratwursts a few experimental prods with a grill fork, Dark Claw seemed satisfied that they were being grilled apace, and settled down in a nearby beach chair. He settled in to watch a game of frisbee that was taking place between some members of the pack - shirts and skins. How, exactly, it was competitive Dark Claw was not 100% sure but everyone was having fun so he was happy. <br><br>"Hey, uh, Nelson." One wolf said. Dark Claw looked up, sunglasses hiding his eyes. "Look, I know you're the Alpha and you wanna be called 'Dark Claw' but man it sounds dorky AF."<br><br>"That hurts my feelings, Craig. It really does." Dark Claw responded, genuinely. Craig looked contrite. <br><br>"Um, I'm sorry, really. I will respect your preferred name." Craig said respectfully. <br><br>"I accept your apology, Craig. Thank you." Dark Claw replied, inclining his head in acknowledgement.<br><br>"Anyway, um, the chick over there. She's uh, she kinda smells." There was a beat where Dark Claw looks impassively at Craig, who shifted uncomfortably. "I don't mean her hygiene, bro. I mean, like, she smells like a Downworlder." Awareness dawned on Dark Claw, and he made an 'oh' look. He shifted and looked over towards where Dove was wandering about near the water line and closer to where the pack was fooling around. <br><br>"Guess, I uh, better go talk to her." Dark Claw said. He looked at the grill, and pursed his lips. He held out the grill fork to Craig. "Keep a close eye on these brats, my dude. I don't want them burned, alright? You have my utmost trust."<br><br>Craig looked at the grill dubiously, but accepted the fork with one hand and saluted it with the other. "I will strive to be worthy of your trust and show its not misplaced, mon commandant!" Dark Claw nodded with the seriousness and sagacity that made him the Pack Alpha.<br><br>He straightened his shirt, and noted that there were a few mustard stains on his gray tank. It was too late now. He did not notice that there was also an old relish stain on his shorts on the left leg. This was simply how Dark Claw rolled.<br><br>Of course, Reginald would not be caught dead - undead - greeting a new Vampire or other Downworlder at less than his best. But Dark Claw was not Reginald. <br><br>It was for the best, really. <br><br>Everyone knew that.<br><br>Everyone.<br><br>Dark Claw head over towards Dove and waved with his free hand. He smiled at the young Downworlder. His body language communicated openness and friendliness. "Hey there, buddy!" Dark Claw said once he got closer and did not have to speak too loudly to be heard. He stopped once he was about arm's length from her. "My name's Dark Claw." He said, in a voice full of what he imagined was mysteriousness and suaveness, utterly confident - in his own mind at least - that he was the coolest wolf in all of Vancouver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>21-01-2023, 23:22:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cyfd4XcioBg/VCED7rSZ77I/AAAAAAAAUlU/hLQkLlcw6Ho/s1600/tumblr_n4whivM2Z81sktp8ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Dove of Winter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16378622#msg16378622) "Kerr"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> a white lace cover-up over that tank-ini and white classics...<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Her studio apartment (http://cdn.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/small-apartment-plan.jpeg) to a nearby beach.<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; ohhh that's strange....<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Dark Claw</span><br><strong>MUSICAL MOOD:</strong> Pretty Fly For a White Guy - The Offspring (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtTR-_Klcq8)<br><hr><br><em>Do you know how certain people strike one as almost a caricature of what they should be? <strong>That</strong> was how the masculine form sauntering toward her appeared. He was a miniature disaster, except...he wasn't. There was a particular hint of regalness, but it was hidden beneath this vast overlay of a walking manchild. If she hadn't been hell-bent on trying to look wholly innocent, she might have burst into loud peals of laughter. Why would ANYONE call her buddy when she was an unknown? For all he knew, she was a mass murderer or a rampaging wolf waiting to gnaw on the leg of some unsuspecting innocent. Well, you know, except for the fact that she wasn't, and HE smelled like her father only...younger? However, his introduction did draw a giggle from between full lips.</em><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Dark Claw,"</span> The words were lilted out, the querying tone heard in the low contralto and underlined by the quirk of a dark eyebrow. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Why in hell would you call yourself something that does not fit your presentation or your scent."</span> A small sniff as she captured the telltale trace of wildness that pervaded her immediate area. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"You should call yourself Sunshine or Ocean Wolf."</span> She gave him a grin. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"You smell more like that than anything dark or scary. Anyway, I'm Dove of Winter."</span> She turned slightly, to glance out over the beach. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Do you know that you smell kinda like my papa?"</span><br><br>From a random radio, a snatch of music assaulted the air. Dove cackled out a laugh before she turned to look at her companion. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Heh, they were thinking of you when they wrote this, weren't they?"</span> In the distance, a lyric bopped out, loud and proud, and drew another freshet of laughter from the she-wolf before she joined in, her husky voice blending in with the words.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"You know it's kind of hard, just to get along today<br>Our subject isn't cool, but he fakes it anyway<br>He may not have a clue and he may not have style<br>But everything he lacks, well, he makes up in denial!!"</span></div><br>Waving a small hand, she took a step closer and offered a gamine grin.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I've been in Vancouver for close to seven years.&nbsp; I rarely meet people like me. I catch them, you know, in passing, but I've not really been around another wolf since I left Alaska. I wonder why? Are there places I should go to meet others, people I should speak to?"</span> Dove had spent most of her life in the mundane world. She did not know the ins and outs of Darker Vancouver. Hell, what information she'd managed to gain had been squirreled away in her mom's diary. This impromptu meeting was NOT an auspicious beginning, at any rate.<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Do you think you could help me?"</span><br><br>Best to ask right? The most he could say was get lost.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>22-01-2023, 00:26:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DvHFcGz.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Nelson 'Dark Claw' Wilson<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Hawaiian shirt (aggressively colourful), grey tank top (with five distinct mustard stains of varying shades), cream cargo shorts (with an old relish stain on the left leg), white socks, sandals, sunglasses<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beach<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Grilling, chilling, being a certified alpha wolf and bona fide giga chad<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dove of Winter "Kerr," Open<br><hr><br>Dark Claw gave Dove a perplexed look at the greeting he received. "Rude." He murmured under his breath. <br><br>"I call myself Dark Claw because it sounds cool." The older werewolf said, puffing his chest. "And, no. I don't think the Offspring had me in mind with that. Because a) I have several clues, and b) I have style." He punctuated the statement by taking the plackets of his Hawaiian shirt and straightening the garment to draw attention to it. There was an exaggerated look of pride on Dark Claw's face as he did so. "I make this look good." The Alpha werewolf said, borrowing a one-liner from Will Smith with confidence undamaged by Dove being unimpressed by him. <br><br>"But seriously: wow. Seven years on your own. That's some luck. You uh, you really need to get into a pack. The Shadowhunters'll just assume you're a rogue wolf if you're out on your own and not part of a pack. At best they'll take you down hard and lock you up." Dark Claw said, turning completely serious. "A pack of feral wolves came in a few years ago, and they caused a lot of trouble. The old Alpha wasn't going to do anything about it, so the Shadowhunters had to step in. They, uh, they killed every wolf in that pack and ever since they've been pretty quick to come down hard on any wolf that commits an infraction. So if you see a Shadowhunter you should really be nicer to them than you are to me."<br><br>Dark Claw nodded his head, and rolled back and forth on his heels. "That's probably a big reason why you haven't run into many other wolves. There's another pack up on the North side of town, around Stanley Park - you might like them more. A lot less casual, a lot more serious. Their Alpha doesn't just have a stick up his ass - he <em>is</em> the stick. The Vampires, the Warlocks, and the Shadowhunters all go to them with wolf stuff so if you want to be part of some big swinging dick Downworld stuff that's where you want to go." <br><br>The wind shifted, and the scent of bratwurst drifted to Dark Claw's nostrils. "We're grilling some bratwursts, and drinking beers. I'm going to need a cold one to treat those sick burns. You can join us, if you want. I suppose you could join my pack too, for now, but you have to be nice to everyone." The tall werewolf said. <br><br>As he finished, a different lyric bopped out. It was just as loud but there was a different tone to it.<br><br><div align="center">"Hakuna matata<br>It means no worries<br>For the rest of your days<br>It's our problem-free philosophy"</div><br>Dark Claw danced in place a little. "Now they <em>were</em> thinking of me when they wrote those lyrics." Then he did a little strut and turned back towards the grill and its alluring scent of grilling meat. Dove was free to join him, or not. She was a big girl and she could stay 2 kewl 4 skewl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>24-01-2023, 11:44:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cyfd4XcioBg/VCED7rSZ77I/AAAAAAAAUlU/hLQkLlcw6Ho/s1600/tumblr_n4whivM2Z81sktp8ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Dove of Winter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16378622#msg16378622) "Kerr"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> a white lace cover-up over that tank-ini and white classics...<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Her studio apartment (http://cdn.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/small-apartment-plan.jpeg) to a nearby beach.<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; ohhh that's strange....<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Dark Claw</span><br><strong>MUSICAL MOOD:</strong> Pretty Fly For a White Guy - The Offspring (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtTR-_Klcq8)<br><hr><br>Dove could do no more than tilt her head as he grumbled out a response. Why would ANYONE call themselves something simply because it sounded cool? Dark Claw didn't fit him OR his persona. Of course, her own name was more a TITLE, one gifted to her on her fifteenth birthday. She was "of Winter" because her birthday fell on the Solstice and informed almost every aspect of her being. She was an absolute, given to introspection and dark dreams. It made sense!! Still, she could not knock him nor tease him for being who he was, well not more than she had done already. Instead, she listened as he spoke, nodding along in contemplation. Finally, she answered while tilting her head back slightly.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"My mother told me that we are not meant to be alone. However, our pack was family only, and I have a hard time fitting into large groups comprised of people I do not know. Probably because of my snark?"</span> The words were a tease and meant to bring a smile to his features. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Could it be that I've not run into trouble simply because I reside mostly on the "normal" side of things? Until I came here, I did not know much about any of this. I was born this way, not "turned" and my parents kept their secrets close. I did not even know to come HERE until after I found my mum's diary, and that did not happen until after my parents...died."</span><br><br>As he explained about the other pack, Dove immediately felt her hackles rise.&nbsp; There was NO way she'd kowtow to some masculine personage with a stick up their rear. She had avoided trouble all of this time while being alone. Some jumped-up puppy with delusions of grandeur was NOT about to get their paws in her. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I don't care about dick swinging or being involved in the thick of things. I just want to find a place to belong, easy as that."</span> That was the end of it, as far as she was concerned. She needed a pack, not a general, and the wolf in front of her HAD a pack. He didn't seem mean or hateful, which was a plus in her opinion, and disparaged neither her parentage nor her stupidity.<br><br>A happy giggle escaped her as the tall man performed a shuffling sidestep while singing along to <strong>Hakuna Matata</strong>. She could definitely see the appeal, and she joined in with the words, nodding as she conceded the truth in his statement. Finally, she turned toward the gathering by the grill and shrugged one supple shoulder.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Your pack seems a far better fit. Honestly, I don't need power or glory, just safety and to know the rules. So, lay on MacDuff; I promise to behave."</span> <br><br>Once the wolf turned away, Dove sauntered along behind him, her wide dark eyes scoping out those gathered while her lips held a hesitant smile. She supposed if one were to meet a bunch of wolves for the very first time, this was an introduction one should wish for....even if he was a tad messy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gamora</strong> on <strong>28-01-2023, 21:46:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/eb/10/b5/eb10b5761e88c85abb81e0eb1901137e.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Nakia Steele<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black athletic shorts, dark blue simple tank top, hair up in a high messy pony, lightly covered in sweat and sand from wrestling with the boys.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The beach with the pack. <br><strong>TIME:</strong> Noon | July 6<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Intrigued by the newbie<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dark Claw | Dove<br><hr>The sun beating down was a welcomed treasure in Vancouver. Rain was so common here that it was a treat to feel the warmth on her skin. She wasn't really a summer person, much preferring the cold of winter or the gray days when the rain would come, but once in awhile it was nice for a change. Also because spending time on the beach with the boys was one of her favourite things to do. They usually played some kind of sport or game then Nelson would barbeque something delicious and they'd drink the day away listening to the waves slap the shore. It felt like they were the only people in the world here, safe for the few folks that wandered quite far from the public beach further down, but they were never a bother.&nbsp; <br><br>Today was frisbee, with quite the competitive edge. At least from Nakia. Going toe to toe with the other wolves no matter the game always had her ego stroked. While she wasn't the most athletic woman out there, she could certainly handle herself with these guys. She could partly thank Nelson for that. There was no actual rules to the game, no way to really win. They were just tossing the frisbee and trying to show off to one another in whatever way they could. Along with some playful shoving and wrestling, usually egged on by Nakia. It was all playful, though. At least, for the most part. Being a wolf came with some anger issues, so sometimes things would get out of hand and their Alpha would have to step in and settle things down. Today there were no issues despite the tomfoolery going on in between passes. The fresh summer air and beating sun had them all in too good of a mood. <br><br>As she tossed the frisbee long to one of the wolves' far down the beach, she suddenly caught a whiff of something in the breeze. It wasn't the salty air or the meat cooking on the grill, but the scent of another wolf. Immediately her attention turned to the direction the scent was coming from, gaze falling on a female form. With the current game of frisbee completely lost from thought now, Nakia made her way over to where the woman and Nelson were walking towards the barbeque. <strong>"You really should have asked me to take over the grill, Dark Claw,"</strong> she teased, smirking at Craig, <strong>"you know he's just going to burn it."</strong> <br><br>Snagging a sausage off the grill with her fingers, she took a bite, the hot meat partially burning her mouth, but it tasted too good for her to care much about it. Besides, she was hungry after playing with the guys. <strong>"Who's the new recruit?"</strong> Nakia asked Dark Claw, gesturing to the woman coming up behind him, <strong>"I could smell her from the water."</strong> She was intrigued to see another she-wolf. Being the only woman in the pack sometimes had it's problems, so it would be nice to have another one kicking around. She smiled at her, lips closed as she was still chewing, mouth full as she continued to speak. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>28-01-2023, 23:07:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DvHFcGz.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Nelson 'Dark Claw' Wilson<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Hawaiian shirt (aggressively colourful), grey tank top (with five distinct mustard stains of varying shades), cream cargo shorts (with an old relish stain on the left leg), white socks, sandals, sunglasses<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beach<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Grilling, chilling, being a certified alpha wolf and bona fide giga chad<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dove of Winter "Kerr," Nakia Steele, Open<br><hr><br>"Yeah, I don't think anybody's really meant to be alone." Dark Claw mused as they walked back towards the grill. "I mean it could be the snark." He shrugged and shot Dove a small grin. It did not last, as she mentioned her parents were dead. Dead parents did put a damper on pretty much anything. "That's rough." Dark Claw said with genuine feeling. A lot of Werewolves lost their mundane families when they were turned, since it was a whole thing to keep it secret. He did not know Dove well enough to offer more. It felt to him just plain arrogant to try to say anything else.<br><br>"I don't ask for much from my pack. Just be nice, keep sass to an acceptable level, and don't do anything to break the Accords or piss of the Shadowhunters." Dark Claw said. "I mean the last is a pretty big ask but that's the bare minimum for anyone, really. And, as for the Accords, it's like . . . it's like mundane law, you know? You need to be a lawyer to really understand all of it. But the basics are: don't reveal anything about the Downworld to Mundanes; don't harm Mundanes; do what the Shadowhunters say. The ones around here are <em>mostly</em> okay people who'll try to take you in, give you a trial, and won't come after you in the first place if they don't have a really strong reason to suspect you. But usually they don't come around except to ask questions."<br><br>By this time Nakia came over. Dark Claw gave a small chuckle. "This's redemption for Craig. He might've let things get burnt a little last time, but I'm sure it'll be fine this time." The scent wafting from the barbeque bore this out as they got closer. Craig was proving himself worthy of the confidence the pack leader placed in him and the second chance he was granted. Dark Claw watched Nakia snatch a sausage off the grill just with her fingers and then went and grabbed a napkin and a bun, putting one of the bratwursts in and handing it off to Dove. <br><br>"This's Dove of Winter. Like the soap, I guess." Dark Claw replied to Nakia, as he fixed a bratwurst for himself. "We've got fixings." He told Dove. They had low sodium and low sugar Heinz ketchup, French's yellow mustard, and Heinz relish. Dark Claw liberally doused his bratwurst in mustard, to the point where it might seem like he should just squeeze the bottle directly into his own mouth. Could he even taste the bratwurst under <em>that</em> much mustard, even with a Werewolf's enhanced sense of taste? Dark Claw began to munch away on his bratwurst. <br><br>He gave Craig a thumb's up. "Strong work, m'boy." Craig gave a small, proud nod to acknowledge Dark Claw's praise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>29-01-2023, 12:50:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Pt19.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Elysia Genevieve Abadie <em>Nickname</em>: Gen<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured with matching 4in stiletto heels<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Penthouse apartment | Downtown <br><strong>TIME:</strong> July 6th | Early evening<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Prep work for guests arrival<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <br><hr><br>Having kept to herself since her arrival in Vancouver (modern cities were excellent places to hide in if one was inclined) Gen, had decided it was time to finally introduce herself to the Warlock community by hosting a small dinner party. She'd had time to purchase, and renovate, the entire top floor (she enjoyed the unobstructed view even if it was a cityscape when she'd prefer nature views of some sort) of a high-rise apartment building and now she was ready for others to see her home as well. From the outside the building was all sleek and modern, steel and glass, which offered her huge windows with lots of lot, but inside she'd furnished the place in warm woods, butter soft leathers, and colorful tapestries to give the huge space a much homier, old-world feel. Glamour his the large stone balcony she'd had added to the building, from the prying eyes of the mundanes below - or really anyone looking up the building from the outside - and the Wards on every door and window were intricate in their design and would have a few nasty surprises in them if anyone tried to unravel them. <br><br>This was a woman who clearly took her security seriously. <br><br>For tonight, however, she'd created an opening in the Ward on the elevator and her own door so that first caterers, and then her guests, would able to get in and move freely. Like most Warlocks of a significant age, she a significant, and widely varied, collection of books, artwork, and antiques mingled with more modern touches like the laptop in her office or the large screen television in her entertainment room. A bar along one wall was fully stocked with high end liquors, mixers, wines, mixers and a few objects that only other Warlocks would realize were for mixing magical, rather than mundane, cocktails. Her guests would be welcome to mix anything they'd like. <br><br>As the time for her guests arrival approached, she paid the caterers for their time and attention to detail in laying out the food for her - a sideboard with a wide variety of foods from various parts of the world - so that her guests could eat what they liked, as they liked, before sending them on their way. She had no intention of having mundanes in her home when all of her guests were going to be other Warlocks. She wanted her guests to feel welcome and relaxed enough to be themselves if they wanted to. To make that point clear, once all the mundanes were gone, she let her own glamour drop and reset one of the Wards on the elevator so that she'd be alerted if a mundane made it to her floor. It was unlikely at this point but always possible. <br><br>When her doorbell rang, she would answer it as herself, nearly black eyes, shifting blue hair, and shimmering scales down her back, bared to those she'd invited to break bread with her. She was going to be among her own kind, there was no need to hide herself. <br><br>Realizing her thoughts were starting to spin, and that she was slightly nervous, she forced herself to draw a deep breath and closed herself, seeking a calm center until the first of her guests arrived. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>30-01-2023, 03:20:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/s24KeQd.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Elias Castle<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A severe, simple black turtleneck, black trousers, and black shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Elysia's Penthouse apartment | Downtown <br><strong>TIME:</strong> July 6th | Early evening<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Elias arrives with a small house warming gift<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elysia Genevieve Abadie, Open<br><hr><br>As the High Warlock of Vancouver, Elias Castle was subject to certain responsibilities. Some were more onerous to discharge than others. Many might wonder why Elias continued to hold an office that he derived no pleasure from occupying for so long. Answers from Elias were not forthcoming. <br><br>The first guest to arrive, Elias was obviously a breed apart from other Warlocks. The clothing he wore was plain and severe and did short, slender frame no favours. It did not flatter him in the slightest and Elias was not a man who gave much thought to these sorts of things. His rang the doorbell once and waited. His face not quite in a complete curmudgeonly frown, but it was <em>awful</em> close. <br><br>Elias cleared his throat. He was not accustomed to speaking and his vocal chords needed some warming up. "Hello Elysia. I am Elias Castle, Vancouver's High Warlock." He said in a voice whose gravelly, harsh tone was made worse by disuse. "I brought you a gift for housewarming, although it is my understanding that you have lived here for some time before reaching out to the Warlock community." The Warlock said, and he held out a mason jar filled with sea salt. As a person who frequently ate unseasoned oats and porridge the salt was contextually a lavish gift, but of course, it was nothing compared to what most Warlocks enjoyed on a daily basis.<br><br>When he was allowed inside he awkwardly entered the apartment and made a perfunctory show of looking around. It was not that Elias was entirely bereft of a sense of the aesthetic, but he was profoundly disinterested in in the extravagance and hedonism many Warlocks engaged in to occupy their time. Truth be told, Elias would prefer to be at home in a room lit by a single candle, working on making a copy of an old manuscript by hand. It was his responsibility, however, to be here and welcome a 'new' Warlock into the fold, such as it were.<br><br>"I am uncertain if you have met any of the local Shadowhunters, but I feel it is my duty to warn you that they are eminently biased against our kind - far too many rogues have exploited the port as a point of entry with all manner of contraband forbidden by the Accords. They believe that we do an insufficient job policing our own or turn a blind eye to wrong-doing." Elias said in a tone that communicated the ill-will the Shadowhunters felt was well reciprocated. He frowned, and then gently clapped his hands. "But this is a party. Enough of doom and gloom."<br><br>He turned towards the door, hoping for the doorbell to ring and more guests to arrive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>30-01-2023, 08:06:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Pt19.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Elysia Genevieve Abadie <em>Nickname</em>: Gen<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured with matching 4in stiletto heels<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Penthouse apartment | Downtown <br><strong>TIME:</strong> July 6th | Early evening<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Guests arriving! <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <br><hr><br>Gen had done her homework and been warned that the High Warlock in Vancouver was a bit of a hermit. She hadn't been entirely prepared for what she found when she opened the door of her apartment but her surprise didn't show on her face (she had learned how to keep her features carefully schooled in the decades spent "learning" under her father) instead a welcoming smile curved her lips and she stepped back while making a sweeping gesture to invite the High Warlock into her home. <br><br>"It's an honor to meet you Elias, please, call me Gen. Only my father ever really used Elysia...and it usually meant I'd done something wrong," she admitted with a soft chuckle. Most would only have heard a sound of amusement, but those who listened close enough might have caught the sardonic undercurrent to the sound as well. She doubted any time spent with a demon parent was pleasant but sincerely hoped that others were still moreso than her own. <br><br>"Thank you," she said, her smile warm and genuine at the housewarming gift. It may have been simple, but coming from a simple man she didn't expect anything extravagant and, often, the most simple gifts were the most useful. She wasn't certain if she caught a hint of censure in his tone when he mentioned her having been in Vancouver for some time, or if that was her own guilt twinging in the back of her mind, but since he didn't directly berate her for the lapse in manners she didn't apologize but simply chose to explain, "I have been here for some time, yes. I live a rather nomadic sort of life so I don't tend to make myself known to the wider community in an area until I decide if I am going to make it home for a time or not. I find it is usually less disruptive to keep to myself if I'm only passing through," she admitted without adding that it was less disruptive for <em>her</em> as well as the community at large. <br><br>The barest hint of a shudder would run down Gen's spine at the mention of Shadowhunters. Some were alright but, overall, she tended to find them rather bothersome in general. They often made threats and demands all in the same breath when a simple request would often work to better results...and Gen wasn't a fan of threats or demands. Still the Accords demanded some semblance of cooperation with them and their coin was as good as anyone else's...and she was just fae enough that her services were <em>never</em> free, though what she exacted as payment could vary wildly based on the person doing the asking and <em>how</em> they asked. <br><br>"No doom-and-gloom, but I will admit, I try to avoid Shadowhunters and their politics when possible," she said, wanting the High Warlock to know she wouldn't be the sort to bring Shadowhunters down on their business or community. "But yes, as you said, this is meant to be a party. I'm told you tend to enjoy more simple fair and have ensured there is plenty to offer that will, hopefully, appeal to all my guests tastes. Fruits, simple breads, cheeses and meats are all on the side board, alone with more exotic offerings if you choose to branch out for the evening. The bar area has spring water, a variety of herbal teas, as well as more decadent drinks and mixers as well. Please feel free to make yourself at home and, if you find too many people overwhelming, or just annoying, the library is just off to the right and has a variety of books and scrolls that might interest you. Feel free to peruse and if there's something you'd like to borrow, just let me know," she added wanting to make this man, who in many ways reminded her of the monks she spent her formative years with, feel as comfortable as possible in her home. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>30-01-2023, 08:22:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/2021+Met+Gala+Celebrating+America+Lexicon+lE-F4bvS0RHx.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Ken Nightshade “Ken” (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356526#msg16356526)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black blazer and slacks, suspenders, white shirt (open like in picture)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Penthouse apartment | Downtown<br><strong>TIME:</strong> July 6th | Early evening<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Heading to a party<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Warlocks of Vancouver and any party crashers<br><hr>Waking up at the crack of noon Ken stretched like a cat and yawned loudly. He and the panther cub he had recently inherited, were coming to terms about the morning routine. Ken liked to sleep in, Morticia liked to run around like a freak first thing. The compromise…ok there was no compromise there but Ken had created a magic self cleaning kitty litter box for when she needed to do her business and she had stopped …nothing, she kept clawing at his walls and furniture. He would just repair them every afternoon. What as Jax thinking in willing her to him? Stupid Jax for dying fighting demons.<br><br>He wasn’t quite over his friend’s death yet. Morticia was on the bed waiting for him. He knew she had fresh food and cool water…he heard the purrs and gestured her over. She could have come over and cuddled, but now, she went for a pounce on his chest that turned into some affectionate roughhousing. Her eyes were a striking green, he remembered when Jax first found her and her eyes were a vivid blue. She could only have been a few weeks old then. <br><br>Ken was rarely hungry first thing, he needed to wake up first and his body sort of did that in stages with his stomach being last. First thing was a run. He could have lived in the sheik downtown district but Ken liked his view of the ocean on his two acre lot on Bowen Island. Slipping on some shorts so he wasn’t naked, he padded out to the living room with a little fierce/cute&nbsp; predator in his wake. Grabbing some runners and strapping on his weighted exercise vest, he headed around his property and then down to the beach. Morticia got to get her zoomies out at this time so was a happy participant in this. <br><br>The lapping waves intrigued her. “Come on. We’ll swim in the pool. The ocean is still a bit big for you young lady…hey don’t give me any sass. You know I’m right.” She gave one of those over the shoulder looks at the waves and followed behind. True to his word they went for a swim to cool down from the run. She really loved the water, they splashed around for a while. <br><div class="floatright">(https://image.winudf.com/v2/image/Y29tLmFuZHJvbW8uZGV2NzQ2MDU3LmFwcDg2NjA1NF9zY3JlZW5fMl8xNTM5Nzg1MTMxXzA4MA/screen-2.jpg?fakeurl=1&amp;type=.jpg)</div><br>Finally warmed up he headed to his gym and picked up a practice sword after putting on his weighted vest back on and the wrist/ankle weights. He had learned to fight from his father, who a demon lord learned from is one of the questions he never asked. He practiced until he pretty much fell over—that is what happens when your dad wants to teach you to do something right, except his a demon prince and doesn’t trust anyone so he casts a spell on you every day for a century forcing you to give it your all. Some parents go for teachable moments, Azazel didn’t have the patience for that kind of bullshit.<br><br>After a hot shower and watching Morticia run around until she just fell over and slept right there on the kitchen floor he checked his schedule. Tonight, was the night of the party. He loved parties. Conjuring a plush bunny for Morticia to cuddle with he teleported to Italy to get a new suit. He knew a guy who was descended from a warlock, all he could do was minor magics but he was one of the best and ‘fastest’ tailors in town. Of course Tomasso wasn’t at his place of business, so he had to buy a cell phone and find him. He really needed to learn some tracking spells.<br><br>A quick jaunt to Lake Como, apologize to the lady who looked like she was dressed up for a date and one Tomassino special creation. The fitting was always the fun part as it went from loose to fitted in a matter of seconds. It was probably something Ken could learn to do, but his to do learning list was already big and Tomasso had a gift for fashion. His friend pulled out a tie, his lady Seylah shook her head and encouraged a more bare-chest approach. Conjuring her a dark chocolate cheesecake, Ken won a smile and some forgiveness. <br><br>He waved at Tomasso and kissed Seylah’s cheek for her help then popped back home. Morticia perked up when he teleported in. It was close to feeding time so he got the bottle out and warmed up some panther milk he conjured. She couldn’t eat solids yet. After some cuddles and a healthy and very ladylike belch he kissed his baby panther goodnight to teleport off to the house. Some people tell you that you can’t teleport to a place you haven’t been to. Ken says that is what Google Earth was for, checking out his phone he gated to infront of the building.<br><br>He summoned a &nbsp;jade plant (https://evergreen9.weebly.com/uploads/1/2/5/1/125181499/img-20201101-wa0025_orig.jpg), they symbolized luck and wealth, always a nice housewarming gift if you were into that sort of thing, to Ken plants brought in life to a place and that was the symbol he always liked. He got inside with an easy smile as someone was leaving and headed in. Knocking on the door and gave a sassy smile to his hostess. “Hi I’m Ken. I was really happy to get your invitation.” he greeted. “This is for you.” he states offering the plant.<br><br>He had let his glamour drop and his violet eyes were easily seen. The tiger stripes on his back and upper arms, not so much. Looking around her place he liked the old world feel. He loved being surrounded by books. "Hey Elias." he greets the High Warlock.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>02-02-2023, 14:43:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cyfd4XcioBg/VCED7rSZ77I/AAAAAAAAUlU/hLQkLlcw6Ho/s1600/tumblr_n4whivM2Z81sktp8ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Dove of Winter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16378622#msg16378622) "Kerr"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> a white lace cover-up over that tank-ini and white classics...<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> A nearby beach.<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; ohhh that's strange....<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Dark Claw | Nakia Steele</span><br><strong>MUSICAL MOOD:</strong> Pretty Fly For a White Guy - The Offspring (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtTR-_Klcq8)<br><hr><br><em>As Dove sauntered along, she listened to the little pearls of wisdom her nominal Alpha dropped by the wayside. Most of what he said was just good sense, right? Don't get noticed, don't get others like you noticed, avoid drama and bullshit. Easy peasy. However, she had no idea what a Shadowhunter was nor did she understand why they had the right to punish her. The closest she could come was a police force for wolves and other things that should not go bump in the night...but do. Did they have badges? Big guns? Swords? Police cars that went whee-whoo and made her ears bleed?&nbsp; The Accords must be like laws for spooky things...Not that she thought of herself as spooky. She was adorable...<br><br>Just as she was about to respond, another person joined them. Dove found herself unabashedly studying the other feminine personage, a small smile hiding in the corners of her lips as DarkClaw and the woman bantered back and forth about someone named Craig. Dark eyes skipped over a few people and landed upon a man at the grill before slipping back toward the looker with a sausage in hand. The rumbling purr of the other woman's contralto sent a shiver skittering along Dove's spine, but she only nodded once Dark Claw introduced her, a small hand reaching for the unmolested bratwurst in a bun. Without adding anything to the gift of food, the small woman took a nibbling bite and grinned.</em><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"And here I thought I smelled okay today..."</span> Dove lilted, her husky soprano touched with teasing undertones. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Wait, Ima recruit? Are we at war?"</span> Were they fighting? Why hadn't anyone told her? With a sigh, Dove shifted slightly in an attempt to take in the others playing some kind of frisbee down the beach. A melange of scents made a home within her sensitive nostrils. However, the she-wolf nearby overrode everything with her commingling of deep pine and lake water. Dove found the combination intriguing and allowed a small grin to touch down and remain. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"It's nice to meet both of you.&nbsp; My family name is Kerr...but I have always gone by my title whenever my family was introduced to lone wolves or those passing through Anchorage on their way...elsewhere."</span><br><br>Finally, the young woman took a few steps away from the pair and finished her food quietly. Once the food was gone, she turned toward Dark Claw and pondered, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I don't have to give up my apartment, do I? I mean, until today, I had never really stepped into the Shadows. Blending in has always been my pack's way."</span> Would she have to retreat from her jobs and her small apartment out in the "real world," or did they have places to meet and such? That thought drew one more question to the fore. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Do you all have a safe meeting space or stash spots? At home, I had a multitude of places to disappear. Here? I've only my apartment..."</span> She shrugged. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I did not want to appear nefarious and had no idea how to handle the switch between the world out there and the place my mum said I should be."</span><br><br>Slipping over to the cooler, the young she-wolf snatched up a beer and cracked it open. Her nose wrinkled in distaste at the scent, BUT she took a long pull anyway. Thankfully, the golden liquid TASTED better than it smelled. A dark gaze flitted back toward the other female wolf and lingered for probably longer than it should have. However, it was not meant as rudeness, and the words that slipped from the small woman only underlined that. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I don't think I properly heard your name..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andronica</strong> on <strong>03-02-2023, 01:44:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/69/ed/9e/69ed9e154109c8b6f251c7ce6eac15f0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Roslyn Glen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16378472#msg16378472)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Green slip dress (https://i.pinimg.com/474x/04/4e/38/044e385760bfbfa3842bcbc5d21443d0.jpg) under a thin camel trench coat<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Elysia's penthouse, downtown Vancouver<br><strong>TIME:</strong> July 6th | Early evening<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> She comes bearing gifts...<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elysia, Ken, Elias<br><hr>It had been a long while since Ros gathered with warlocks from Vancouver to socialize, let alone welcoming a new one into the west coast fold. Besides her outings with Ken there was a distinct lack of Roslyn's silhouette in most gatherings. There was always the pall following close behind from the less than savoury esoteric magic which she excelled in. That aside though, she was quite holed up of late tending to her own business. The nature of which ran deep and private which suited the somewhat reclusive warlock well against the backdrop of beautiful tidings and eclectic warlock parties. Much of her old life was still vibrant in there, even among the rich simplicity of Elysia's gorgeous choice of home. Rose told herself she need only be reminded of the person she once was rather than wallow in the present.<br><br>A soft clack of demure black high heels carried Roslyn through a marble foyer of the lavish high rise. The 'mundane' route suited her just fine and afforded her a spell of quiet time in her own head that the instant gratification of portals did not. With only the briefest moment of concentration she easily detected the magical aura about the elevator and, without hesitation, took it up to the penthouse. Each muted <em>whoosh</em> of a passing floor - and there were several - matched the little thud of her heartbeat. <br><br>Gods, why did she suddenly feel a flutter of nervousness poking at her chest? She'd been a social butterfly before. Surely there wasn't <em>much</em> dust to shake off. She even brought a bloody gift.<br><br>The final padded jolt of arriving at the highest level issued a ping, and then the portal to Elysia's penthouse gave way. Roslyn stepped boldly out into the entrance of the other warlock's home at once awash in an array of scents, sights, and sounds she'd been... missing. She smelt the vellum of old books. Muted petal pink lips mused their way into a small smile when the feeling of home enveloped her shoulders more warmly than the tied back trench coat she currently wore over top her dress. <br><br>Although, it was also immediately hard not to notice she was among the first to arrive. Her smile tugged more-so into a lopsided grin that was at once demure and a bit impish before it faded in seconds. Roslyn's attention turned to a cupboard by the entrance under a vaulted doorway. Careful ministrations helped guide her trench coat off one slender shoulder, then the other, while a hand remained occupied with a weighty marble box (https://assets.weimgs.com/weimgs/rk/images/wcm/products/202243/0497/img17xl.jpg) so deeply green that it was almost black, slung snugly into the crook of her arm.<br><br>Then she approached wearing a mantle of charm. The High Warlock Elias cut a severe shadow against Elysia's coral dress - a curt nod to him - and Ken, her social battery. She paused on the way over to greet the hostess long enough to gingerly touch Ken's sleeve. <br><br>"I should have known you'd arrive looking more dapper than any man or warlock ought to have the right to be, hm?" she teased. But then her undivided attention went to Elysia, looking like a goddess herself with a wreath of luscious dark hair tumbling down her shoulders.<br><br>Ros proffered up the housewarming gift. "Thank you for the invitation. It's lovely to make your acquaintance, and your home is wonderful." Not so humble as Elias' gift nor charming as Ken's but a practical one all the same. Roslyn's platinum head drifted to look down at the box quickly then back up to Elysia with an explanation, chuckling softly at her own joke. "The box isn't the gift, in case you're wondering. Later on when you have a moment of breathing room I'll tell you about what's inside." <br><br>Roslyn was sure the party would heat up quickly. It was the nature of warlocks on the whole, at least here, to be fashionably late then never leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>03-02-2023, 04:01:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DvHFcGz.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Nelson 'Dark Claw' Wilson<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Hawaiian shirt (aggressively colourful), grey tank top (with five distinct mustard stains of varying shades), cream cargo shorts (with an old relish stain on the left leg), white socks, sandals, sunglasses<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beach<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Grilling, chilling, being a certified alpha wolf and bona fide giga chad<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dove of Winter "Kerr," Nakia Steele, Open<br><hr><br>Dark Claw's eyebrows perked up at being asked if they were at war, and then he shot a confused and questioning look over at Chad, who emphatically shook his head. The Alpha looked relieved, and thought for a second more. "No, we're not at war. We've never gone to war." Then he paused. He nodded, more sure of himself. "Nope. No war." He smiled, and then finished his lukewarm beer before retrieving another one. Dark Claw drained half of it in one go, and let out a satisfied "Ah!"<br><br>"You can keep your apartment. Most of us live together in a sort of communal arrangement, but it's not required or anything. I should get your phone number at some point and give you mine if you're gonna be part of the pack." Dark Claw told Dove. He did not seem in any rush for it or treat it as being of any particular huge urgency. "We've got a few safe spots. There's here," then he rattled off five different locations that were fairly close by, as well as half a dozen stash spots. <br><br>"In a pinch you can use one of the Stanley Park pack's safe spaces or stashes, but you gotta let me know so I can talk to the Stanley Park Alpha and grovel for the privilege." Dark Claw said with a certain amount of affected distaste, as of a child speaking of some onerous chore. "Otherwise it's like: 'Dark Claw, one of your wolves used our stash, and you intruded on my sacred territory without permission. That is not the way of the wolf. Grrr.'" Dark Claw related, dropping his voice into a faux gravelly tone of someone trying too hard to sound sinister. Then he laughed. It was pretty clear that Dark Claw did not consider it a big deal to kiss a little ass to make life easier for his pack. Perhaps it spoke to a lack of pride, but Dark Claw certainly did not have a lot of concern for appearances, obviously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>04-02-2023, 04:37:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/s24KeQd.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Elias Castle<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A severe, simple black turtleneck, black trousers, and black shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Elysia's Penthouse apartment | Downtown <br><strong>TIME:</strong> July 6th | Early evening<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Elias is an awkward little grump<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elysia Genevieve Abadie,&nbsp; Ken Nightshade, Roslyn Glen<br><hr><br>Elias nodded solemnly in acknowledgement of Elysia's request to be called 'Gen.' He did not seem like the sort of man who was well versed in social nuance and if he caught the undercurrent it did not play out on his sullen face. There was a small fraction of tension lost in his slim, slender shoulders as she thanked him for the gift. There was a modicum of relief that the gift appeared to be well received.<br><br>If he intended censure with his comment it was undermined by a mild response. "It is merely that I am aware that the gift is past due. The . . . untimeliness . . . does not please me." He said severely, and the corners of his mouth dipped into a small, thin frown that was not directed at her. <br><br>He nodded again, and it was with the smallest iota of pleasure when she spoke of avoiding the Shadowhunters. "It is wise and prudent to do so." Elias said, his gravelly, rasping words clearly enunciated. His gaze went over to the catered food spread, and again the Warlock gave a nod. "Of course." He said to the woman, and clasped his hands behind his back. <br><br>The High Warlock gave Ken a nod of acknowledgement. "Hello, Ken." He responded in his broken glass and gravel voice. Roslyn received a curt nod in kind to the one she granted.<br><br>As the new arrivals introduced themselves, Elias looked over what was on offer for refreshment. He ultimately selected a single plain cracker and then poured himself half a glass of tap water. Then the slender, short High Warlock went to examine some out of the way decoration, eating his single plain cracker with slow, deliberate car so that he did not spill any crumbs. He sipped at the tap water as his own pace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>09-02-2023, 09:13:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Pt19.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Elysia Genevieve Abadie <em>Nickname</em>: Gen<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured with matching 4in stiletto heels<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Penthouse apartment | Downtown <br><strong>TIME:</strong> July 6th | Early evening<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Guests arriving! <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elias | Ken | Ros<br><hr><br>Hearing the door, Gen politely excused herself to let her next guest enter her home. Opening her door she let in a handsome man with violet eyes who came bearing a smile and a plant that he offered to her. Taking the gift a warm smile curved her own lips. She adored plants and, in fact, a sun room full of them had been one of the first things she'd had added to the penthouse she was still making her own. She enjoyed growing many of her own herbs and flowers for her magic but also had several with no magical uses but simply because they were lovely and she found caring for them peaceful. <br><br>"Thank you Ken. It's lovely to meet you and this, " she said lifting the plant pot gently, "Is most welcome, as are you. There's plenty to eat and drink, please make yourself at home," she added with a welcoming wave that encompassed her home. Her guests were free to roam into any room they wished with the exception of the master suite, which was Warded to discourage the curious. <br><br>When she let Ken in, she left the door to the penthouse open so that her guests could simply arrive without having to constantly knock. She didn't worry about the safety of doing this. She was experienced enough in weaving her Wards that only Warlocks would be able to make their way to the top floor (for mundanes and other downworlders, the elevator would stop at the floor below hers without a charm that made the ward recognize them) the one exception might be a Fae if they really wanted to take the time to use their own magic to unwind her Wards. A Shadowhunter could use rune magic to batter at the Wards until the magic failed but by then all the Warlocks above would be well warned of their presence. <br><br>Gen took her own, and her guests, safety quite seriously even if leaving the door open looked casual. <br><br>She wasn't surprised to see a lovely, platinum, haired woman speaking with Ken and she offered a welcoming smile when the woman's attention turned to her, "The pleasure is mine. And now I am utterly intrigued," she chuckled as she took the proffered gift with one hand while letting the tips of the run along the simple, but expertly crafted, marble box she now held. "Even if this were the gift, it would be greatly appreciated for it's loveliness. I look forward to hearing what you've secreted inside. Please, eat, drink, and make yourself at home," she encouraged before turning so she could place the gift on a nearby table (where she'd also placed Elias' salt and Ken's plant. She wanted her guests to know their gifts were appreciated so she left them where they could easily be viewed with the intention of finding permanent homes for them the following day.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andronica</strong> on <strong>20-02-2023, 17:01:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/69/ed/9e/69ed9e154109c8b6f251c7ce6eac15f0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Roslyn Glen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16378472#msg16378472)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Green slip dress (https://i.pinimg.com/474x/04/4e/38/044e385760bfbfa3842bcbc5d21443d0.jpg) <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Elysia's penthouse, downtown Vancouver<br><strong>TIME:</strong> July 6th | Early evening<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sampling the feast<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ken, mentioning Elias and Elysia | Open<hr> A warm smile pulled itself across Roslyn's pink petal lips in response to the hostess. Though the corner of Ros's lips ended up tugging into the faintest lopsided smirk of satisfaction when Elysia expressed intrigue by the gift. She enjoyed being able to bring delight and curiosity to others, knowing well in due time that she could reveal the present to the elder warlock when it was appropriate. For now she decided it best to leave the stunning brunette to her duties of greeting and mingling while the party began to pick up with more and more familiar warlock facing streaming in.<br><br>Roslyn headed past Elysia to the bountiful sideboard prepared. It reminded her a lot of days at court when food and good drink was flowing readily to liven up equally intriguing conversation. For her own part, unlike Elias' modest palate about as libertine as cardboard, she immediately honed in on a setting of delicate fresh fig halves wrapped in prosciutto with a crumble of goat cheese sprinkled on top. The baked balsamic glaze drizzled over the complex layers made her mouth water. Immediately she consigned three of the skewed pieces to a small ivory plate and then sought out Ken again.<br><br>The platinum haired warlock spent a few moments touring the lovely decor - the likes of such a collection she had never seen in ages - and passed by the ascetic Elias on her way through with another curt little nod of polite greeting. There in the distance she spotted Ken. A little triumphant sound issued from between her lips.<br><br>"I haven't really felt inclined to go to any clubs or parties lately but I'm glad I didn't turn up this offer. Her home is spectacular." Roslyn said, by way of breaking into conversation with Ken. Her smile widened as she lifted one of the impaled fig appetizers. "And the food is heavenly. Have you tried any yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>27-02-2023, 07:42:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/2021+Met+Gala+Celebrating+America+Lexicon+lE-F4bvS0RHx.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Ken Nightshade “Ken” (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356526#msg16356526)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black blazer and slacks, suspenders, white shirt (open like in picture)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Penthouse apartment | Downtown<br><strong>TIME:</strong> July 6th | Early evening<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Mingling at the party<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Warlocks of Vancouver and any party crashers<br><hr>Looking around at the personal touches was how Ken got to know someone through their place. Anyone could conjure up a Picasso or some lost sculpture as a centerpiece to get everyone talking but to him it was always the smaller nick knacks and the less ostentatious things that actually spoke about someone’s true personality. He wasn’t going to snoop in a lady’s bedroom so he enjoyed what he could out here.<br><br>He loved these events. Warlocks were a proud race of immortals. Just because your parent was a demon didn’t mean you didn’t have a right to be proud—regardless of what anyone else said. Looking at the collection of books, art and then the large screen tv he guessed that Elysia was comfortable in the modern age. He had met a few that got stuck in a century and didn’t want to keep up with humanity’s every changing fashions and society. Elias was making an effort, that was always nice to see. “Elias.” he nodded in return to the high warlock.<br><br>He was getting himself a drink when he felt a light touch on his arm. He could only grin at her compliment and then smile a bit more as he handed Roslyn the drink he was getting for himself. “Why thankyou beautiful lady. Coming from you, it means a lot.” he said grabbing a drink for himself and touching his to hers. He admired her dress with an approving nod. “You know what they say. If you got it. Flaunt it.” he said taking a drink. “And we definitely have it.”<br><br>He turned to his hostess. “Oh I’m glad you said that because I’ve definitely brought my appetite.” he said and headed off to load up a plate. He had come from many places where if you didn’t have thirds, it was an insult to the host. Roslyn found him and he was just swallowing one of the skewers down. “I do love the food here. This was worth coming to. We don’t do enough of these get togethers.” he commented. Sometimes it was hard to feel like a community if you were always alone. <br><br>“As for a club…you know they are all basically the same. It’s not the club. Its who you go with.” he said leaning into the lovely platinum blonde. “How about we make a pact? Next time either one of us feels like going out. We just call each other and not get lazy by staying in. Or if we do stay in, we stay in together.” he suggested. “Deal?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andronica</strong> on <strong>04-03-2023, 01:40:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/69/ed/9e/69ed9e154109c8b6f251c7ce6eac15f0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Roslyn Glen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16378472#msg16378472)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Green slip dress (https://i.pinimg.com/474x/04/4e/38/044e385760bfbfa3842bcbc5d21443d0.jpg) <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Elysia's penthouse, downtown Vancouver<br><strong>TIME:</strong> July 6th | Early evening<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sampling the feast<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ken | Open<hr> <br>A wide smile formed on Roslyn's pink petal lips when Ken complimented her in turn. The jovial, suavee warlock seemed to have a way with words that left her feeling like she didn't walk on the earthly ground but somewhere in the firmament. In fact on their first introduction in Vancouver, she had been so sure this was some sort of charm spell because of how uncanny it was that he managed to draw laughs and smiles from her like pebbles on a riverbed. Quickly, though, Ros learned the equally wonderful truth: Ken was simply a good natured man and it was infectious.<br><br>Now that the pair were comfortably relegated to the nearby corridor, Roslyn took the opportunity to clink her newly acquired fluted glass of champagne with Ken's to return the gesture. "There's so much food here, I don't even think you could empty Elysia's pantry if you tried for a week. Good on our lovely hostess for the mini feast." Roslyn countered with a grin as they commented on the delectable feast. Ros punctuated her comment by putting her flute glass down on a nearby side table so she could free up her hand to grab one of the fig halves. Dropping it into her mouth, an enunciated complimentary moan followed. <br><br>Gingerly, Ros swallowed down the morsel with a sip of champagne, then gave a shrug of her shoulders. "Well if more warlock parties had this kind of atmosphere I'd be there but... you know the clubs aren't really my scene. Or if I had excellent company to buffer all that socializing." An impish grin cropped up while Ros nudged into Ken's upper arm with her shoulder, fully welcoming his lean into her despite the fact he eclipsed her almost waifish form in comparison. Her platinum brow perked up with his offer, however.<br><br>"Oh? I like the sound of that. You have a deal." The younger warlock raised her glass to him again as if to seal their compact, then looked between her drink and his. "Unless you prefer something more old fashioned like a blood pact," she joked. Her cool gaze fell back down to her plate of hors d'oeurves with a mild look of concern interrupting the smooth porcelain complexion. <br><br>"I suppose I should make more of an effort to go out instead of being such a home body but, you know how it can be when you get busy." Admittedly, she'd been on the fence about revealing a troubling situation to her oldest and perhaps only warlock friend in Vancouver. Roslyn flicked her brow when she peered up at Ken again and felt an ebbing at the hard edges of her uncertainty. <br><br>She put on another smile and turned it back to him. "You simply have to tell me what you've been up to lately. Played around with any interesting magic? Met any new people?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Dark: Secondary General In Character Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>18-03-2023, 03:34:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/14Awzrg.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Raphael Castiglione<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> A tailored black three piece suit, black dress shirt, black tie, black dress shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Elysia's penthouse, downtown Vancouver<br><strong>TIME:</strong> July 6th | Early evening<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Another guest bearing gifts for the hostess<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elysia Genevieve Abadie,&nbsp; Ken Nightshade, Roslyn Glen<br><hr><br>Among the Warlocks that arrived to eat, sip, dine, mingle, and socialize was one Raphael Castiglione. He was a slender male of fair complexion with many tattoos. Many were visible upon his hands and neck where they protruded from the sleeves and neckline of his clothing. His body bore many others, but the tailored three piece suit and dress shirt - all in black - hid them from view. A reasonably tall man at some six feet and one inch in height, Raphael was not an unusual physical specimen on either end of the spectrum. He wore his platinum blond hair in a manbun, and there was heavy eyeliner about his eyes.<br><br>This Warlock was among the last to arrive at the party, and he easily made his way through the various Warlocks of Vancouver with a singular purpose and goal. In his hands he bore a box of polished rosewood with brass clasps and hinges. The box was not very large in and of itself, but it was suitable for several pieces of jewelry or several small accessories. It was perhaps not stupendous as any of the gifts others had brought with them in and of itself - the box was not of low quality craftsmanship but neither was it the work of an obscure master and its materials were not especially hard to come by or possessed of any unusual quality.<br><br>"Good evening, Gen." Raphael said warmly as he approached Elysia, favouring with her with an equally warm and friendly smile. "This is a wonderful apartment and I'm eager to join the party. I'm really quite pleased and honoured with your open invitation to our community." The Warlock told her, without a care for any conversation he might be intruding upon with others guests. He did with an easy confidence of someone who had a very high opinion of their own importance and themselves. "I brought you a housewarming gift. I do hope you'll enjoy it. They're all unique pieces." <br><br>With one hand at the bottom of the box, Raphael reached around to the clasp and flicked up, then opened the lid. Within the box was a velvet lining top and bottom, in black, and within rested seven distinct pieces of what looked like leather - possibly unlike any leather Gen had ever seen before. All of them had a new look and scent to them, as if recently tanned. Each of them bore a symbol (https://i.imgur.com/PiuqL8W.png), tattooed upon the leather in black ink. Raphael waited for Gen's reaction, head cocked to the side and a sly smile upon his face.
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