Post by The Sad Man on Nov 8, 2005 21:55:24 GMT -5
This character is for : The New Eden
Name: Otis Clan: Malkavian Sect: Camerela Generation: 5th Position held in New Orleans: Primogen Derangment: He likes to see people get hurt. It gives him a type of personal high. Even if its one of his friends in pain. He LOVES it....He's also a bit Paronoid. Height: 6'2 Weight: 194 lbs
History: Otis is an elder of clan Malkavian. He has lived in New Orleans since it was founded. He stayed in New Orleans when the Hurracane hit and has recently been revealing in the destruction and the pain it causes people.
Disciplines: Dementation, Passion, Hauting, Eyes Of Choas, Voice Of Madness, Total Insanity Dominate: Command, Mesmerize, The Forgetufl Mind Fortitude: High Level Obfuscate: Cloak Of Shadows, Unseen Presence Presence: (AKA The Love Me Power) (High Levels) Thaumaturgy: The Lure Of Flames (High Level) Movement Of The Mind (High Level) Hands Of Destruction-Decay, Gnabl Wood, Acidic Touch, Atrophy, Turn To Dust Path Of Blood (High Levels)
"Do you know where you are? You are at the Door to Dreams. To Black Miracles and Dark Wonders - Another Life of Unknown Pleasures... And it's yours - Complete the pattern. Solve the Puzzle. Turn the Key..."
NAME- Lexi, her friends call her Lex AGE- 21 RACE- human GENDER- female HEIGHT- 5'4" HAIR- dyed red, cut to her just below her ears. EYES- brown with a green cring in the center CLOTHES- loose baggy jeans, shirts with little sayings on it. APPEARANCE- slightly tanned skin. A tatto of a rose on the back of her neck, and Winnie the Poo on her right arm. PERSONALITY- she likes to act like a kinda 'girly' girl, but she's not. She can take care of herself to an extent Loves music, has a large c.d. collection. HISTORY- lived a normal life in Illinois. When Katrina hit, she volunteered to go to New Orleans and help with whatever she could. So now she's in New Orleans, doing what she can.
Post by Rayne_de_Malko on Nov 10, 2005 0:48:57 GMT -5
For:The new Eden
Name- Samantha or Sam Clan- Toreador Sect- Camerela Generation- 12th Height- 5'5 Weight- 118
disiplines- presence, Auspex,Celerity
History- Samantha was turned at the young age of 21. She had been learning with her sire for 2 years. Later her sire was killed and she was left alone to learn things for herself. She loves to write. she had always loved to paint, write poetry, and songs. She still does that when the mood is right. She met many kindred when her sire was alive.
Attitude- Sam is nice to most people but only to a certain extent. She has a bit of an attidued. She learned that in this city with no prince one has to be tough to survive. She loves to have an adventure. SHe has a thing for danger and trills. She loves the fast life as well as her soft arts. most of her drawings are dark and twisted, While the rest may be sweet and normal. She is very pariniod when it comes to trusting others.
apperance-She has a very lustfil body which attracts most of her victims.She is beutiful. She is tanned and looks like she is only 21. She has a tatto of a bleeding heart on her ankle and a small rose on her lower back. She has wavy long black hair and hazel eyes. She wears small clothes to show off her body to mortals. She has jucey lips that are the shade of blood red.
carried idems- A carry bag with: her portfolo where she keeps her drawings, oil paints, change of clothes(incase hers get dirty), makeup, camera, her id, her whip, a small knife, handgun, her jornal, and a small brush
Appearance the "Chiefs" skin is tanned, and his long black hair is always pulled back into a tight braid which reaches his shins. Around his thick neck is a strung necklace of assorted animal teeth and bones such as knuckles. His eye's are set back in his head and a deep brown, shadowed and made to look darker by the shadows cast by his eye-sockets. His facial features are very prominent and he displays pride in his native American culture. He wears an open and loose brown biker-leather vest with no shirt underneath, a bear paw tattooed on either side of his pectorals. His chest and six-pack are well toned. Both of his arms are made of toned and sinewy muscle, coming down to large hands. On either wrist he wears a bone plate bracer, probably made from some large animal's skull plate, tied with criss-crossed leather straps on the underside of his wrists. The bone plate bracers have been dyed black, with the symbol of the bear on each one. A large thick leather belt, with the gangrel symbol for a buckle, jaunts on his hip's and holds up a pair of loose denim slacks with tears at either knee. He wears a pair of brown aged steel-toe hiking boots, the laces criss-crossed as they travel up to his mid-calf area.
He speaks with a heavy native-American accent, and his vocabulary is outstanding. He speaks several languages, and knows American sign-language and military hand signals.
Persona the "Chief" respects and reveres nature, having lived off the land around Texas and the south for many many years since he was embraced. He has witnessed what man has done in the name of evolution, and though he despises it he doesn't hate them for it- after all man is foolish.
Powers Animalism: affinity for animals and high control over them, specifically wolves and bears. Protean: Shape-shifting. (High Level) Fortitude: Unearthly toughness, even to the point of resisting fire and sunlight. (High Level) Celerity: Moving at un-godly speeds. Potency: The ability to hit extremely hard. ((Will finish the rest of the powers later))
Possessions Some food and supplies, a sleeping bag, a small combat knife, and a small two-way radio.
Name Tammy Clan Gangrel Sect Camerela Child of The Chief Generation 10th
Height 4' 7" Weight 104lbs Ethnicity Mixed Native American/French Build Tammy is built like a ballerina, slender and fast.
Appearance Tammy is like a delicate flower, she was abducted by the Chief at age 16 and hasn't aged a wink since. She has shoulder-length black locks, and delicate tanned skin which seems to pale visibly from time to time. Around her forehead is a headband made out of a tied-up kerchief with the symbol of the fox on it. Her eye's are a deep teal, and her lips always have a red tinge to them. Her face is beautiful, with only a small scar marring her left cheek, it has whitened significantly and shrunk with age. She wears a black camisole top with thin straps, and a blue canvas/denim trench coat over that. Her arms are completely covered by the tight material, but are obviously thin. Her wrists are small, as well as her delicate hands. Black straps come off of each shoulder, holding up a large black Jansport backpack- that has to weigh at least double what she weighs. Concealed beneath her coat is a small sawed-off shotgun for protection and a knife. Tammy was obviously a ballerina, her legs are very long and slender. Her legs are covered only by a tight pair of denim pants, the same color as her overcoat, with rips on her left butt-pocket(Showing off the shiny red satin of her undies) and each of her knees. On each foot she wears an equally aged black combat boot. The laces criss-crossed all the way up.
She speaks just like any other American teen.
Persona Tammy just likes to have fun and learn things, shes been with the Chief for a long time and has grown to love him like a father.
Powers Celerity: Increased agility and speed. Protean: Ability to grow claws and see in the dark. (Eye's of the beast) Fortitude: Increased endurance.
Possessions A backpack containing: Her ballet clothes, shotgun shells, knife sharpening kit, her extra clothes and trinkets she's gathered over the years, a small tent and sleeping bag, medical supplies and rations.
Concealed on her person: Sawed-off 12 gauge shotgun, military combat knife.
Other: Assorted cosmetics, about $200, her fake ID, and a two-way radio.
Name Hector Vladimir, he calls himself 'The Hunter' Clan Nosferatu Sect Camirilla Position Generation 7th Year of Birth 1764 Year of death 1802 Haven Anywhere, but he prefers the basements of churches. Occupation Assassin, bounty hunter. Powers Potence, Celerity, (forgot the other Nosferatu Powers), Projectile Vomiting, can eat and drink human food and beverages but get no nutrition out of it, he lacks a reflection and the air about him is very very cold.
Quirks Sires Resentment, Cold Touch, No Reflection.
Perks He can eat food and drink human drinks, he has enhanced sense, and he can disappear in almost any shadow.
Appearance Hector is of average stature, standing at about 5' 9"' tall he has a rigid and sinewy build. His face is rotting severly, the entire left side is completely decayed, his right eye having been replaced with a red eye thats been enchanted by blood magic to grant him nightvision, this eye glows sinisterly sometimes from underneath his big black hood. His whole body is wrapped up in a large black cloak, the hood draw up at all times. Underneath this he wears old-fashioned black pants and a black shirt that goes down to around his knees. His hands are always gloved in leather gloves, and his feet are always cradled in thick leather boots.
His body, like most Nosferatu, is extremely disgusting. Its always in a constant state of frozen decay, his hands being completely bone, and half of his face rotten almost completely off, with that sinister red eye filling his right eye socket.
Personality Hector is a hunter by nature, having hunted down revolutionaries during the French Revolution. He lives each night of his unlife in an almost constant hunger, searching for his next victim. He feeds mainly on the homeless and sometimes on prostitutes and drug addicts being a rare delecacy. His voice is dark and eerie, and he suffers with a lisp.
Possesions//Weapons Hector has a long scythe like blade, also know as a punisher, attached to his right arm. With a flick of his wrist it unfurls to its full length and he can use it to fight
History Can't think at the moment, too excited. ^^
Name: Morten Histel Clan:None Sect:None Position:None Generation: 9th Year of Birth: 1723 Year of death: 1738 Haven: Anywhere, but he prefers the basements of churches. Occupation: Assassin, Freelance Powers: Potence, Celerity, can eat and drink human food and beverages, he lacks a reflection and the air about him is very very cold, He has no waekness to Sunlight or Holy relicts, nore does sliver harm him so. Shape-Shifting
Quirks: Sires Resentment, Cold Touch, No Reflection.
Perks: He can eat food and drink human drinks, he has enhanced sense, and he can disappear in almost any shadow, can change his form.
Appearance: Marton is of average stature, standing at about 6' 3"' tall he has normal male build. His face is young and atteracive. His whole body is wrapped up in a large black buckles. His hands are always gloved in leather gloves, and his feet are always cradled in thick leather boots.
Personality:His voice is a young atteractive sounding, he is kind and loving, but will not think twice about killing someone.
Possesions//Weapons: Morton has a glove that hold several long blades attached to them, as well as a Greman Luger that he has had for sometime.
Raven Appearance age: 31 Actual age: 52 Clan: Giovanni
Appearance: raven has silver eyes and is a medium build man, he alsohans black hair and usually wears a casual business suit under a long black coat, which he uses to hide his hunting knife and his MP-5
History: known as the most charismatic diplomats, Raven had forgen an alliance with the Gangrel and Brujah. he owns a majorresturaunt and thre nightclubs as well s three gun store. he was embraced 52 years ago, in a POW camp in germany when he was in the Marines, he has been able to keep up with the times and currently owns two mansions and has taken control of almost 80% of the gangs in the city.
Persona: he is considered as a generous person but can be cruel and vengeful
Possesions: he has a backpack with a collapsed Kreig 550 commando assaultrifle and two derringers in each sock, he carries an ES 5-7 pistol in the small of his back.
Appearance: Tall and slender. Long silver hair that flows down to well below his waist. Brilliant sapphire eyes. Sharp, angular facial features. Chiseled body with hardly any visible veins. Often wears Victorian-era suits or more modern suits, depending on the situation. He also tends to integrate technology into his clothing.
Background: Reinhart was 19 years old when he was embraced, during the last years of the Anarch Revolt. 4 years later, when the revolt ended, he was taken in by the Tremere clan of the Camarilla. Through the Tremere, he learned the ways of thaumaturgy. However, he was never one that fit in with the rest of the clan. He almost always refused human blood that was not given freely or was given without knowledge of what the blood would be used for. He was cast from the Camarilla within a handful of years, but he was able to join the Tremere clan of the Anarchs. He found the Anarchs far more willing to assist him in taking blood in a "humane" manner.
Years became decades, decades became centuries, and the centuries marched on. Over the course of his long life, Reinhart constantly tried to aid humans, occasionally at the expense of other vampires. He is called weak by some, strong by others, depending on the views of those people regarding humans. He left the Tremere Chantry he was more or less a part of about 37 years ago. As he joined under quite unusual circumstances, he had not taken the blood oath that other Tremere take. As a result, the Tremere harbour no ill will towards him. Of course, they view him as more of an ally than one of their own, but he is still known and respected amongst his old Chantry.
He carries a few weapons with him at times, despite his hatred of violence. He has no problems with harming supernatural beings that are attempting to harm humans, or threaten his friends. One such weapon is Lazarus, a silvered rapier. It was crafted by the finest swordsmiths of the Renaissance and silvered by the Tremere alchemists.
His other weapons, which he rarely caries, are Ebony and Ivory, a pair of handguns. Ebony is a 0.45 caliber semi-auto magnum handgun with a 20 round clip. It also has a second barrel offset from the primary barrel. This one is for a 40 round clip of 9mm ammunition to be used in the gun's automatic mode. Ebony is solid black with crimson etching. Ivory is a 0.50 caliber semi-auto magnum handgun a 10 round clip. Ivory is solid white with silver etching. Both guns were gifts from the Tremere for his service, both given as parting gifts. He was also given a small supply of silvered ammunition for each gun from the Tremere.
Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 9, 2008 17:55:44 GMT -5
Name: Lee Gender: Male Clan: Anarch Bloodline: Brujah Age: Unknown, has been a part of the Anarch scene in San Viña since the era of Prohibition.
Appearance: Despite his Anarch status, Lee is always well-dressed. He can usually be seen wearing a three piece, pin-striped suit and Fedora. He appears to be in his mid 30's. This look is thrown off slightly by the tribal tattoo artwork that stretches onto his hands. He's got brown hair and black eyes.
History: Not much is known about Lee, other than that he's been around San Viña for a long time. He was but a mere fledgling when the Camerilla seemingly lost interest in the city. Since then, he's played a major role in establishing San Viña as a safe haven for Anarchs and Caitiff.
hear and you forget; see and you remember; do and you understand.
Appearance: Trim and athletic, about medium height. Has long, curly red hair that she usually wears down and unwashed... this dirty look increases the overall effect of her wardrobe, which depending on the situation (and how much skin it's appropriate to show) consists of black leather, ripped denim and/or black fishnet; this, of course, projects a strong alternative-culture vibe, which is not at all unusual for a Brujah. Her deep, piercing green eyes dance with mischievous humor and sparkle with seductive sensuality, but something dark and malevolent can also be seen in them if one looks closely enough.
Weapons: Carries two long, wickedly curved silvered daggers that almost, but not quite form sickle shapes; each is long enough to be a short sword. They can be used at close range to rip a man's throat or belly open, or at long range can be thrown in order to decapitate an opponent. Because of the curvature of the blade, and rumored magical qualities in the silver, these special daggers return like boomerangs when thrown.
Personality: Fiery and passionate like any Brujah, though this condition is exacerbated by her Irish heritage. She is quick to anger, and often seems sarcastic or even b****y... this has earned her a (mostly) undeserved reputation as an ice queen.
Background: Not much is known about her early years. In the early twentieth century, she was one of a handful of Kindred who supported the Irish Republican Army; for a time, the Camarilla wanted to have her killed for this, based on Masquerade-related reasons. In the 1990s, she denounced both the Camarilla and the Sabbat, declared herself "an Anarch, as any true Brujah should be" and moved to San Viña. Since then, she has made it her life's mission to exterminate the Brujah antitribu who support the Sabbat, the sect she most despises because of her closely-guarded pro-human sympathies. -------------------------------------------------------- Name: Savini Gender: Male Clan: Nosferatu antitribu Sect: Sabbat Age: 1,337
Appearance: Like all Nosferatu, he is twisted, bald and hideous. He looks similar to The Master in the first season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Weapons: A massive, double-bladed silvered axe is his primary weapon; he also carries silvered throwing knives for ranged combat, and a whip with a barbed tip (guaranteed to strip flesh from bone with every lash) for interrogating prisoners.
Personality: Cold-blooded, manipulative and extremely intelligent. It is rumored that he convinced the Kindred next in line to assassinate the previous Baron of the Sabbat, maneuvered himself into position to be appointed the assassin's executioner, then after having the assassin's severed head mounted above his fireplace took over the position of Baron himself.
Background: Almost a complete mystery, with only minor, mostly disturbing, details being known at the moment. Rose to power as leader of the Sabbat only earlier this year, and has just begun to implement whatever his grand plan may be within the past month.
(Easter egg hunt: Nynaeve is named after a character from Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time novels. Her age refers to the "404 File Not Found" error that you get when you visit a web site that's been shut down. Savini is named after horror legend Tom Savini, who did the makeup for George Romero's zombie movies, and also starred quite memorably in a vampire movie; he played "Sex Machine" in From Dusk Till Dawn. His age refers to the hacker word "leet", short for elite, which is presented in hacker-wannabe terminology as the number 1337. I'll post my werewolf character, Domingo, later... his name is also an easter egg, though he's named after a werewolf from something I'm currently writing so I don't expect anyone to get the reference.)
NAME- Kyle AGE- 16 (appearance and actual age, was just embraced and abandoned by a caitiff) RACE- vampire CLAN- Gangrel EYES-Bright blue HAIR- Green (dyed) just covers his ears and half his eyes if its in his face HEIGHT- 5'8" JOB- none POWER- Protean-Shapeshift to grow longer claws and become tougher and the like Fortitude- Ability to shrug off damage pretty much Animalism- summon animals and control them kinda (if you've played the game you'll know what it is) GENERATION- 8th SECT- None yet POSITION- Fledgeling CLOTHES- blue and white polyester shirt left unbuttoned exposing his chest and belly, Dark blue jeans
DESC.- Pale skin from never going outside due to him having next to no friends and being addicted to video games, Has nearly no body fat from not eating much when he was alive
PERSONALITY- Dependant, Sometimes a loner, has a good sense of humor, often quiet and socially awkward until he decides to be outgoing but still has no self esteem, is very loyal to those he serves or befriends
HISTORY- Kyle was a normal kid (well for this age anyway). On occasion he would go outside for a walk at night. He was always a night owl when he was alive. He slept usually from 5AM to 2PM. Sometimes people would talk to him on the street when he went out for his walks, Little did he know vampires existed. One person he talked to seemed to always be there night after night after night, Conversations between them sometimes lasting for hours. One night the person asked him if he would like to go to her place. He didn't really expect anything, The normal teenager would think that they were going to get into bed with them, But Kyle knew he wasn't good enough for her. The two walked by an alley way. She grabbed his hand and brought him into the dark. "I wanna give you something, A gift for the company you've given me for this little while." Kyle was wondering what was going to happen then everything went black. The girl had been a vampire of the Gangrel clan. She performed the embrace and left him unconscious in the alleyway. (he'll most likely appears stumbling out of a random alley when he first joins in)