[M] New Era Of Darkness OOC

[Rayne7]

Will make a character. Should be up within 2 days.

[Sketch]

Setsa accepted looking forwards to the two others~

[Cruciatus81]

Character from the same game as Larissa.s game ended with Lilith being the cats paw. Would a Toreador Antitribu be okay? Can post the sheet, as well as any other info you need, including the antitribu clan weakness.. Honore Cruciatus Ivoire.

[dark_rain]

Name First: Isaiah Burchard
Nickname: Issy
Gender: Female
Clan:Assamite Antitribu (Sorcerer Caste)
Restriction: N/A
Personality: very stubborn, self-reliant, loves sarcasm, but deep down she has a soft side.
Age: 162
Apparent Age: 20
Description:Issy.jpg
Date of death: December 15, 1870
Weapon: She has two sai’s that rest in a belt that is around her waist.

History: Issy was born August 27, 1850 to a wealthy doctor and his young bride in Victorian era London, England. However, Issy wasn’t like the other young girls. She was often found steeling young boys clothes dressing in them and joining in on the fighting matches. At the age of 18 she had developed into intelligent young woman, unwilling to accept the limitations for women of her era. After she had been denied a position in the British Army, she was furious. She even went as far as attacking on of the soldiers breaking his arm in four different places.

Issy was crushed and looked at by society as a problem child which led to many fights, but her father was always supportive of her. Telling her that’s she was a born fighter and there was no changing what was written in blood. On December 15, 1870 everything she knew and love came to an end when she met Sebastian. She fell madly in love with him, but no matter how close they got she couldn’t help but feel that he was hiding something from her.

One night after their late night dinner her curiosity took over and she followed him but after that everything was hazy. The next thing she remembered was waking in her large bed naked with Sebastian and covered in blood. The image should have scared her but instead of fear she felt hunger.

After that the world started to make sense. She was madly in love with Sebastian and part of a clan that loved and respected her. Sebastian and Issy were a powerful couple with him being an Warrior and her Dur-An-Ki ablity making them highly prized to the Assamites, well until Seastian was murder by a member of the Tremere clan.

Issy swore that she would find the man that killed her beloved, but a century went by and the anger she felt became more of a shield helping keep her distant from everyone, but after the Gehenna she quickly learned that the world wasn't as black and white as she tought. Since then she has had time to channel her emotions, but no matter how hard she tries to get over it revange still rest in her heart.

[Sunlight-]

I hope there's another spot for a partner in crime
Name First (Nickname) Surname: Harley Inn
Gender: Female
Clan: Toreador
Restriction N/A
Personality: She if very curious of everything, and loves to be around people.
Age: 175
Apparent Age: 19
Description (Picture optional): Bam
Date of death:
December 19, 1837.
Weapon:
A bright red dagger. She only uses it when needed, and that rarely happens.
History: She was always very well known. She has been hopeful that someday, she'd figure out how she became a vampire. She thought she was dead for three or four days until she woke like this-prettier than she was, unbreakable, and had a strange lust.
She has had to leave her parents, hopeing they could move on. She'd been keeping tabs on them until it was 1945, when she realized they'd be dead by now. She'd realized all of her friends, family, and enemies were dead. She bought herself a fast, popular car. It was heavely tinted, in her favor. She had her favorite radio stations, and her favorite thing ever, silence. She often had her radio off. She also had liked to be alone-until the attack. She survived, her car intact.

[Sketch]

Character from the same game as Larissa.s game ended with Lilith being the cats paw. Would a Toreador Antitribu be okay? Can post the sheet, as well as any other info you need, including the antitribu clan weakness.. Honore Cruciatus Ivoire.

I was trying to stay away from the Antitribu's....just makes things more complicated.
Rain and Sunlight are both accepted, which brings our total to, 6 including me, I think 8 total players will be my max then we start.
so only two slots left people~

[Sarnith]

Sketch cru and I would like those 2 slots please. I just got back from field training and had to pull 24 hour duty. I will try to have larissa's sheet up before I go to bed when I get off duty. so I can try to get in on this :s I would really appreciate you letting us take those slots though if possible

[Sketch]

Okay...um there is one person who said they would have a CS sheet up within the next 2 days before cru post anything so I may end up making this 9 people if all three get accepted, but for now I won't be accepting anyone else.
Other than the ones who have said they will put a CS up already no more CS's are getting posted.

[Sarnith]

Larissa Wolfsblood

Ventrue, though behaves as toreador anti trib and can toreador

Age: 34, Appears 18-24.

Restrictions: N/A

Faction: Independant. Former Camarillan though last seen with a Sabbat pack.

Last Known Location: Ruined Church dedicated to the Dark Mother run by a Sabbat Pack.

Path of Lilith: 5

Personality: Split.

Maiden: Flirtatious and fun loving, regards others as siblings or plants. Acts more like a care giver.

Mother: More mature and regards others as children. Acts more like a teacher.
These personalities are always contesting control and will change depending on who is around and the scene itself.

Date of Death: Unknown, though assumed to have been on August 23rd*1996*when the Wolfsblood family was brutally murdered.

Flaws: Split Personality (see above), Dark Secret (Former Camarillan), Enemy (Clan Ventrue [Cam only]).

Perks: Ambidextrous, Catlike Grace

Specialty Skills: Performance (Dance, Sing, [Any]Instrument), Melee (Daggers/Scythe), Torture.

Interests: Plants, Teaching, Nature, Torture, Having fun.

Appearance: Larissa is always wearing her black cloak - which appears as black as the abyss itself. This conceals her body from her shins up to her neck. With the hood raised it hides all but her mouth, thought some may see the soft glow from her bright, yet deep blue eyes. Brown hair flows to an unknown length into her cloak. Her skin is as white as snow and her entire body (except her face and head) are covered in a large variety of scars [Those with medical / torture knowledge will still struggle to find two scars that were made the same way / method] Underneath this cloak she wears form fitting shorts and a colorful T-shirt like someone her age would be expected to wear.

Known Powers: Protean, Potence, Presence, Vicissitude, Celerity, Fortitude, Obtenebration, Body Armory

Larissa is not overly fond of combat, generally observing and watching rather than simply going headlong in. She has no love for war - War wastes life, wasted life is wasted students, which are wasted servants for Mother.

Larissa will not ghoul anyone - this goes against the Path of Lilith as well as her own beliefs - she also has no desire to embrace anyone.

ALL of Larissa's weapons are made completely of bone.
Weapons:
Bone Scythe: 8 feet long and 3 foot long sickle. Carried on back (In plain sight)

Knives / Daggers [They are all different] - 11 are carried in various quick draw holders on her legs, hips, arms, and waist. 4 more are inside her rib cage.

While not weapons per se - There are shattered fragments of a blade inside her arms and hands - though for some reason she is unable to remove them, she can expose them and use them as claws and spikes on her hands and forearms - though is unable to move them anywhere else. These obsidian black blade fragments are sharper and stronger than her bones.
This is mostly for RP, not a true factor in combat.

Larissa loves experimenting with her Body Armory in her free time. As it allows her to literally rip and rebuild her body as she chooses, she often takes bones she finds and thinks are suitable for something later and saves them. These bones are of course used to fuel experiments that may / may not change her appearance completely.

October 29th, Present Year...
Larissa has taught me much since kidnapping me from the remainder of our family... The fact that Vampires were real...and this Dark Mother...are so intriguing... I only wish I had more time to spend with her - we lost so many years after, well, she changed... I sit here writing this small missive for you as I await her to come back for me and claim me - Yes I'm dying, and a mortal no less. You fools will not be able to stop them now... not after this... The Werewolf you sent you will find likely sitting in terror in the next room, assuming he hasn't died from his wounds yet. That's right, he failed. You failed. The creature you sought to destroy I cannot possibly say is a Vampire - She is a demon if nothing else... I will...elaborate for you...
The following is what I have managed to remember regarding your pitiful attempt to send a Werewolf to kill us ahead of your little rag tag bunch...

As Larissa was sent through a wall from a single blow from this Werewolf - What emerged was an image I will never forget... Large, sharp obsidian black claws followed by a much...larger creature emerged from the whole in the wall. What was once that small woman was now what appeared to be a Werewolf itself. This was quickly deterred as a possibility as more of that shattered blade - The blade of awakening she called it - began forcing its way through her arms and even the sides of her wrists... Moreover, her image further mutilated as the sounds of rending flesh and cracking and snapping bone filled the room... Bones began forcing there way through her body - No, she willed them to move... They covered her in razor sharp ivory spikes. Horrified, I watched the Werewolf laugh as he rushed at her - Larissa met his aggression with equal strength as her head tilted - she whispered something to the Werewolf after which I had seen something in it's eyes that I have never once seen in a Werewolf before...It was fear - No, Terror...in it's truest sense. Suddenly the room was filled with the sound of a howl and tearing flesh and snapping bone once more - Larissa's Scythe...was burrowing into it's chest with unbelievable ferocity. In awe, I glanced up only to see in horror and shock she made it into a tail - her knives must also be inside her...or apart of her spikes somewhere... As she hurled him across the room she laughed - a laugh neither human, nor Werewolf... I tell you all of this for yourselves... She is a demon...embraced by her Dark Mother....Fight her if you dare but know this... Next time - I will be with her... We shall be one after I am consumed...
Ahi hai Lilitu
~Valentina Wolfsblood

This is the only account in existance regarding Larissa's form in full fledged combat - No others who have seen this form have survived - save one. Her precious Archbishop whom she zealously serves...Cruciatus...

June 7th, 2007
Looking back now - I have no regrets. I had nothing to live for as a human... I was like a bird in a cage. Sure, my family was wealthy and I was pampered and being raised to take over the estate along with my twin sister - but I wanted freedom... Val got it at least when she was sent away to our Uncle in Italy. Eventually I ran - then they found me... Years later I would learn their real target was Val - but they did not know she was sent away - The servants of the Ivory Tower had failed in that regard (Though they do so in so many others...) I awoke as something different - I was scared at the time, especially as I was forced to slaughter the entire Wolfsblood Estate with my own hands. I could not have stopped myself even if I could have disobeyed - The beast had taken me... I learned and grew under them for a short time before being sent away to the Ivory Tower, where I would find my place serving my Clan and Bloodline - as one of the last Rook in existence, it was my "duty", or so I'm told.

My...free spirited and freedom loving self was not welcomed by the Ventrue there. They sought to house break me and force me to conform to their suit and tie only life. I would not - I will not - ever go back to that caged life. Even though the Whip understood, and tried to be more...gentle about it - the others were relentless. Being put under house arrest and then truly caged and chained - they did unforgivable things to me - Some of them now I can forgive, as Mother would be displeased should I truly not embrace it. I first heard of Mother from a close Malkavian acquaintance who saw my desire to break the chains and learn the truths of this world. Though my Clan did not know of this - I sought after Mother whenever given the chance, and in the end got rather close to the Baron of the Anarchs (I was referred to as his niece by most of the Anarchs) as well as the Jarl of the wild Gangrel (Whom also welcomed me as one of their own). They taught me much - as they both saw much potential in me. I had and still have the up most respect for them both - I became much stronger under their tutelage. Because of my ties to two factions (More specifically their leaders) my Clan could not afford to kill me. With war approaching the city, I was an asset they could not lose under any circumstances. I abused this whenever given the opportunity and as such got certain freedoms back.

On route to my Clans formal meeting - I would meet several VIP's for the first time while giving a rather important report (Though my hate for them was burning, I could not help but feel excited). I was on the phone with a good friend from the Brujah Clan driving to the meeting ahead of time when suddenly someone walked in front of my vehicle. I was going to fast to stop in time and my phone shattered against broken glass as the front end of my little neon was pushed in to the steering column. As I got out the figure smiled at me and began walking around what was left of the front end - a metal on metal scraping sound could be heard - Before I knew it I was on my back being dragged off with a meat hook in my knee - Yes I'm serious, a meat hook. I saw a familiar symbol on the back of his neck I would later have on myself, and began asking about him, about Mother... His response came swift - while telling me to shut up - with one arm - swung me face first into the roof of my neon and then the back of my head into the cement. I don't know how I managed to stay conscious, but I blacked out shortly after.

I awoke in a dark room, and was unable to move - save to look around with my head. Two IV's were in my arms feeding blood into me, though I was strapped down heavily (There was no chance of escape). There He was... observing me with that smile - After some small talk... I heard liquid dripping - Water, surely I thought. No, I could not have been farther from the truth. My stomach burned and seared as my screams filled the room. It was acid, my dear sister, and I still bear the scars today. I will not trouble you with the rest of my..."lessons" and "tests" as he called them as I remember you being rather squeamish when it comes to this sort of thing. It sounds horrible yet it was truly my salvation.

This man saved me from the cage and chains of the Ivory Tower and brought me knowledge and enlightenment. I could truly hear Mother for the first time those nights - and I wanted more. The gardens are truly beautiful sister - And you will see them in time. He knew much about our history (Vampires that is) as well as that of the Rook bloodline - much to my surprise. He also further taught me to control and use my powers, and taught me many new ones as well. I became much stronger under him - all while learning of Mother. It was not easy learning under him - He does not tolerate failure, and it is dealt with rather...well swiftly we'll say. Sister I tell you this not to encourage you to forsake humanity - I tell you this to encourage you to seek out Mother.
Ahi hai Lilitu
~Larissa Wolfsblood

This is the only journal in existence that describes Larissa's life, and it was destroyed by Val after reading it.

[Cruciatus81]

Honore Cruciatus Ivoire
Toreador Anti Trib
8th Gen
Path of Lilith

I'm also at work I'll upload the Bio in full when I'm off today.

Sarnith and I are both very active rp'ers so hopefully we get this a great kick off and everyone keeps it running!