Vampire

This character was made with VTM in mind, as the sim I created her for used it at one point. As such, I'll be using the Clan name in this profile and some other such things. I do not always play her in a VTM setting, however her power and weaknesses always stay the same, where ever she goes, I just do not make reference to a clan if I do not play her in a VTM sim. 

Name: Rafn Ida Elveblod

Age: Born before air conditioning existed.

Appearance:

Attitude: Simply put, Rafn is an elitist, like many of the others in her clan, she believes she is better than others, vampire, human, werewolf or other wise. She's cultured, reserved and very articulate, and though she is careful to keep up with the times, when people see her they often feel as if she should be sitting on a throne, covered in all that glitters. As almost all of her kind, she's territorial, the only way anyone comes to the place she calls home or haven is with a formal invitation, and like wise, she will not go to another's place without a formal invitation. She's very OCD about things. She's also very inhuman not only because she is Tzimisce but because she is also Bratovitch, though she has a convincing facade of caring and compassion when needed, in truth she isn't bothered by torturing victims, ripping them apart, fleshcrafting them back together, this goes for any race, if she can get her hands on them, they will become one of her works of art.She's also constantly in a state of flux, changing her own features and body as she sees fit. She does have a bit of temper and rage due to her Revenant family, however it was mostly conditioned out of her.  

History: Rafn was born to the Revenant Bratovitch, the muscle to the Tzimisce clan as it were. She did not know her mother, taken away from her before memories were even able to be made. She was raised as all children were, like cattle in a sense, she was taught to fight, to be an unstoppable force of destruction, as well as taught how to raise good animal stock. However, unlike most her brothers and sisters, she was quite smart, something her Master found rather irritating, as often she caused trouble within his grounds.

It was for that very reason that she came into possession of her new Master. Though Tzimisce do not often like to be in the presence of other in their own clan, save for their progeny, it is a necessary evil at times. As such her Master had another Tzimisce in his house as his guest and as they discussed things in his study, they heard a ruckus just outside the door. She and a young girl from the Grimaldi family had gotten into a fight, which she was winning.

They pulled the pair apart and though they expected Rafn would try to keep beating the other girl, instead she stopped and instead switched to verbal abuse. Her words were eloquent and instantly caught the visiting vampire's attention. Upon finding out she was to be terminated he plied her current Master to turn her over to him.

After that, she became the visiting Vampire's property. He began grooming her, teaching her the ways of the Tzimisce in a capacity that one in a Revenant family would normally never know. He taught her of flesh crafting and though he was preparing her to become vampire, it did not make her exempt from his 'modifications'. He ruined her, with the promise that once he changed her, he would give her a new face and body. She of course accepted this with no complaint and found out how mastered in blood bonds Tzimisce were. It was the one thing she decided to do against her Master, she would not be tampered with and kept the thought close in mind over the years.

When finally he changed her, he kept his promise and made her, at least in his eyes, beautiful. She in turn broke the bond between herself and her Sire. He nearly slaughtered her for the act of defiance, seeing it as a direct attack upon him, as the Tzimisce who had broken their bonds with their Sires centuries ago had proceeded to slaughter them.

Her only saving grace was that he truly did not want to destroy the Master Piece he'd created and with her words that she would not try to slay him, he left her with her unlife. It took years and years for her to repair the damage she had done and still there are times when she feels her Sire, still views her with great disgust, yet she does as she always has: ignores it and serves him as he commands her.

Powers: Enhanced speed, strength, sight, hearing. Vicissitude a.k.a flesh crafting. Broken Bond with her Sire, she does not have to listen if she doesn't want to. Ability to eat small portions of food. 

Weaknesses: Prone to frenzy, due to her lineage in the Bratovitch Family. Must be surrounded in at least two hand fulls of earth that is important to her, if not she grows weaker and weaker with each passing night. She's addicted to adrenaline, and often tries to scary her victims as much as she can before feeding off of them. She has horrendous nightmares, the kind that would drive a person crazy and sometimes throw her into a psychotic fit. Privacy obsession - as stated before she will not enter a private residence without invitation, but also, it bothers her to have guests in the place she resides, nearly to a crippling degree.

The Blood Doll

Name: Faylinn Rochester

Age: Late teens early twenties, she won’t tell.

Appearance:

Attitude: Faylinn is extremely hot headed for a ‘blood doll.’ Though she knows she should be, she’s not scared of vampires, until they have her slammed up against the wall and even then she has too much pride to admit it. A little manic, if you manage to piss her off, or wound her ego she may very well take a knife to you. She’s a struggling artist and as far as she’s concerned her paintings, drawings, and other works are the shit. She’s also flirty as hell when she wants to be.

History: Faylinn ran away from home at a young age, why, well she has many different stories as to why. Some range from her daddy hitting her to her mommy being a drug addict, she seems sincere when she tells every version, so likely they are based on some sort of truth, but which parts are anyone’s guess.  It’s known that she has a twin brother who she does stay in contact with, though he doesn’t see her too often.

She stumbled across vampires by complete accident. In fact she’d been looking for an extra job in the newspapers. The description had been vague, something about paying well for services, no experience required. She thought it was some pervy old man wanting to get his rocks off. A few hours later after the sun set, she met up with her first vampires. They were old men, but she couldn't tell it by looking, and the rest as they say, is history.

Though she is under surveillance of vampires, she does not belong to any one and gives them blood for a price, as opposed to being one of those googly eyed blood dolls, who can't get enough of vampires and being fed on. She does have enough every now and again, and is notorious for putting crosses and other vampire deterrents up, just to piss them off when they come knocking.  

Powers: This little ‘Blood Doll’ has one nifty trick. She can create illusions. They aren’t the best and assuming the user is astute, they are easy to see through. It still catches enough vampires off guard though, when she blinks form their sight and makes it to the other side of the room before the illusion wears off.

The Gorean

I would first like to say that this character likely won’t be played again; the man who played her Master is still the only one who can and likely ever will control her collar. I have yet to meet someone who can play with the understanding and passion that he plays with. Also, I do not actively look around or play in Gor. That being said, she is still listed here because I love her concept. It’s not often that I have my characters so blindly loyal to a person, as this version of Meka is. Without further a due The:  

Barbarian in Gor

Name: Meka - Barbarian

Age: In her 20’s

Appearance:

Attitude: Often Meka is quiet; she’s to some extent very unsure of herself as she is barbarian to Gor. Though she knows the tongue well, even if it is heavily accented, she often will speak in English.  She is beyond fiercely loyal to her Master and is eager to please him, even if at times she doesn’t exactly know how, or finds she’s not as refined as other Slaves of Gor and decidedly far more shy. There are times when she gets herself into trouble, possibly by doing something unwitting, or when her emotions swell a bit high. Yet with the understanding guidance of her Master or the corrective lick of his whip, she falls easily back into place.

History:  She’d been down and out on her luck, flunked out of college, in debt, with one foot out on the street as rent was overdue.  She had a dead end job that didn’t pay enough and nowhere else was hiring.  One night on her way home, she was captured. She’d bitten and clawed and yet there was no escape.  She hardly remembered much else, being placed in a tube, it seemed she very much wished to forget and blocked it mostly from thought

Awaking in the new word was frightening and traumatic enough to rob her of her voice.  Like a few of the girls she was silent and nothing could make her use her voice, unlike others who shrieked, screamed, and pleaded in earnest. Not even when the whip struck her flesh, did she do more than whimper. It was not that she was numb, the pain flashed in her brilliant green eyes and her body did move, it was merely as if she’d forgotten what her voice was for, save for small cries.

She’d been lucky that day, her Master had been traveling by and seen her tiny form on the block.  He purchased her for her exotic looks, impossibly dark skin, marked with thin lines of ink, and emerald orbs that stood out against her complexion like gems. Infinitely he was patient with her, teaching her, watching as she coped and pushing her to do so, and after while her voice came back even if she did not speak much at first, not knowing the language.

It wasn’t so often the whip tasted her flesh, she was ever grateful to the man; she understood enough to know he protected her and that her care or lack thereof was solely in his hands, as such she did all she could to please him in thanks.

If He commanded her to stand in one spot and continue to stand there until she saw a white Tabuk, she would do so. If eventually He came back and told her to walk across flaming coals, she would say nothing and force her weary body across them. Should a time arise and His life were at stake, gladly she would give up her own so that He may live, in payment for Him having kept it safe and attended.

The Demoness

Name: Mastemasie

Age: She couldn't tell you, the abyss has no time, and she's seen many generations of humans.

Appearance:

Attitude: What is there to say about her? She's a demon. She wants souls and energy, and that is all she thinks about. Where some demons were once human, she never was. To try and make her fall in love or to feel sympathy for a person is useless. She has been known to favor a select few, if they prove to be useful or delectable minions, but eventually her favor runs out and she has no more to do with them. Otherwise she's quite reserved, by demon standards. 

History: Mastemasie was born a demon, or as born as one can be. Never did she have life on earth, yet died in the womb, an incomplete soul conceived from hate, anger, and deception.  Some are damned not of their own choice but through the will of others, to the abyss she was sent, where she was nurtured if a bit unwillingly by Samael. He came across her at random, or perhaps by some unholy fate, with a struggling victim in her clutches.

It was easy for him to tell that she was green for a Deomoness, even though power coursed through and around her, more so than a normal demonling, she relied heavily on instinct. It should have been an easy meal, her attention focused solely on extracting her victim's energy. Though as Samael approached and tried to take the struggling victim, he under estimated how apt she was at defending herself.

She had raw talent and put up an interesting fight, his centuries of experience out trumped her own, and he thrashed her into the ground. After that she began to stalk him and eventually he gave in and took her under his wing. He taught her the ways of torment and how to harvest energy through not only fear but sexual desire, she was very much made in his image and quickly grew under his guidance. She did not start out as a Tormentor, did not punish those who did despicable deeds in life.

She is Shedim, role: Dirae

Her purpose is to corrupt souls, to make them commit their darkest, worst desires, to make sure they are sent to the abyss when they die. She lives off misery, pain, and lust and evokes those she lures into her trap to cause it.

Powers: Abilities: Supernatural strength and speed, Shape shift, The ability to move short distances through shadows. Mind Imprisoning touch/kiss (Unique), Narcotic blood (Unique), Sylph and undines Fury (Unique) Corazón posesión (Unique) Explained below V


Weakness: Holy objects when the holder has faith, blood of a slain innocent, Anyone who knows her real name an utters, it she is summoned to and becomes bound to,  churches, other holy areas: they do not necessarily have to be churches, area where religious worship has happened for a long time.


 The first few of her abilities are simple, enhanced strength and speed do to her demonic nature. She can shift shapes and look like people or animals, but for only very short periods. Then there is her ability to ‘teleport’ through shadows, though all the shadows she moves through must be connected.

Mind Imprisoning Touch/kiss, is unique to her, instead of entering someone’s mind she is able to bring them into her own and trap them in a world of her making, in order to do it though she has to have contact with the person for a few long moments, usually this is done by kissing them.

Her blood is drug like, any who partake of it feel stronger, numb to pain and over all euphoric, though unknown to them it creates  a link between she and the drinker and is also deadly. Those who sample her blood will over time begin to show  Tuberculosis like symptoms and die.

Sylph and Undines’ Fury allows her to control the weather for  days, hours, or minutes depending on the storm.

The last and most devastating of her abilities is Corazón posesión  or heart possession, this allows her to transfer her energy into another person without touching them, in order to crush their heart. It is a time consuming attack and often leaves her drained afterwards.

The Joker!

Well, whoever is looking at this blog! I log on today and the Ravenhurst OOC pops up. I'm kinda talking to the people when I see someone with the name Batman! It's none other than Keliahangelis, who is awesome. So I was like, 'I want to be a Super Hero too!' And was then told that Robin was taken, Poison Ivy was taken, Catwoman was taken (Was super sad about that, she's like my favorite character ever next to Batman.) some others I think were rattled off, but I didn't bother to listen, because there is one thing you can't have Batman without. THE JOKER! I mean, he's like Batman's biggest rival, and well, if I can't be a Super Hero, I'd be a SUPER VILLAIN, the worst one ever in fact.

That sent me searching through my inventory for well, Joker apparel, this is what I came up with!

 
The Skin is Redgrave - Vampire Daylight Skin Trinity - Domina Make-up.
Hat and Cards by her Hands - Unsavory Dealings - "The Player" Fedora
Top - Tyranny Designs - In-vested Tops-Violet
Pants - [ATOMIC] - I <3 Corduroy - Black
Necklace - Ducknipple - Deadheart
Bracelet - Fushion - Cord Necklace and Bracelet Set
Hair - Truth - Halloween freebie

Werewolf - Modern

As stated before, I play two types of werewolves, now presenting The:

Modern Werewolf
Name: Meka Nicole Myers:

Age: 21

Sex: Female

Appearance:
 

Attitude: Being young, Meka is a mix of cautious and friendly. Though at first she might seem standoffish, as if waiting to be attacked, she has the attitude of a puppy and her standoffish tendencies give way to curiosity. She is known to do stupid things some times, like jumping up onto the top of trailer homes, even though she'd been standing flat on the ground. Who can blame her though? She thought she was human, and pretty much over night because super woman, she's still getting a grasp on the whole wolf thing.  

History: She couldn't remember anything, her life magically seemed to start when she was seven years old, with nothing behind it. They found her, all alone, she didn't know her name, didn't know where she was from, her age. The clothes on her back, she thought they'd always been there, simple skills such as eating, bathing, and brushing her own hair were foreign. She couldn't even speak to tell them such.


They named her, they guessed her age, and they took her in as their own. A sweet, tiny, little human girl, with large hemophiliac eyes. And though life wasn't always easy, as they quickly found the young girl to have a temper, and almost animalistic tendencies towards food, which they blamed on the trauma that had befallen her when she was little, they loved her anyway.


Years passed and she quickly grew into a young woman, practically became a teen over night it seemed. Then her world crumbled. She thought she was going crazy, unable to deal with her cravings for meat and looking upon those around her as prey to be hunted and killed. Then one night, as the full moon crept over head, she lost control. It was almost like a painful nightmare, watching her body twist and contort, split open, her blood running over the floor as fur sprouted from all over. She couldn't remember it clearly, broken bits and pieces of running through the forest coming across two more monsters like her self that chased her through the trees and brush. When she woke she was in a strange home and met them, two others like her.


Starr and Joe had been watching her, could smell the impending change, as they called it. They took her under their 'wing' as it were, and taught her everything she needed to know, helped her gain some control, but far too soon it came to an end as they had to leave and couldn't take her. She decided it was time to leave as well, there were things she wanted to know, needed to know. Who was she, really? Why couldn't she remember her past?


Now she wanders from place to place, where ever her feet and instincts lead her, looking for clues that might lead her to answers.

The Werewolf - High Fantasy/Medieval

Alright, I've played werewolf for as long as I can remember, and I play her in both modern and medival settings. I probably get the most joy from playing this sort of character, as it's my favorite out of all the characters I have. This post covers the -

Medieval Werewolf:

Name: Meka
Age: Appears to be in her early to mid twenties, in actuality she's going on a few hundred years old.
Sex: Female
Appearance: 

(Little out of Date, as I have a new skin, but this is about it.)


What's she like?: Though Meka wears clothes, she hates to wear them, she'd much rather run around in very little, or completely bare. She's a little rough around the edges, some times to the point of being unrefined and hard to deal with. Though her heart is in the right place,she's not really as soft and squishy on the inside as she looks on the outside. 

History: She'd been young when it happened, not so young that she couldn't remember, yet young enough that she wished to forget, and young enough that she couldn't do anything but run. She had pack, brothers, sisters, Aunts, Uncles, and a young lover. Everything a young wolf needed. Her father was Alpha, her mother of course his mate. It was perfect, or so she believed. She'd not too long come into adult hood, received the spiraling tattoos across the bulk of her body that marked her lineage, where she came from, and her place within the pack's monarchy.

Yet her father, the residing Alpha was becoming older and weaker, his own younger brother coveting the position he held. It would have been natural, as in all packs, either Weres or normal wolves, for one of the Alpha's offspring to take position over the pack, assuming any showed the potential and temperament to be an Alpha. Yet, her uncle, the beta would not see it so.

Running through the forests had been a mistake, she'd stumbled upon a secret meeting between her uncle and a group of hunters, hearing their plans to take her Father's life she meant to warn him. Yet they easily caught her and bound her, her Uncle leaving her to be slaughtered by the men.

She couldn't remember what happened after that. Next she knew she was running for the 'den', at full speed, bare as the day she was born. She nearly reached it too, until she was tackled. At first she fought the mass that sought to stop her, until she realized it was none other than her Father's age mate, and closest friend. He told her to go no further, that what lie ahead was nothing for her to see.

She should have heeded his warning, yet she didn't and trudged on. The smell of blood and burning flesh seared at her nostrils, it alone should have been enough to warn her away, yet as she crouched in some brush what she saw forever was burned into her mind. It was a slaughter, her siblings her mother robbed of their lives, placed up on pikes. Those that were loyal to her father had fought and fell as well, the rest falling into line at their new Alpha's feet.

After that she was dragged away, told to run, that she was no use dead. He would send for he promised. So she did as she was told, she ran.

Months passed and she'd heard no word, when finally she did, her heart sank. Her father's friend was slaughtered, the pack was nearly destroyed, others were moving in on the territory to take it over. Her Uncle fled the area, and since then she left as well, vowing revenge on him. So far she's been unsuccessful in her hunt, moving from place to place as she gets leads.