Midori-Hime
11-03-2015, 03:10 AM
I hearby swear:
I will be Raziel's sword; extending his arm to strike down evil.
I will be Raziel's cup; offering my blood to our mission.
I will be Raziel's mirror; when my enemies behold me, let them see his face in mine.
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It was business as usual for the Shadowhunters of the 'Windy City'. The Chicago institute often has their hands full defending such a large population of mundanes from the demons that invade the city, while also upholding the accords with the Downworlders. Most of the time they manage to keep demonic activity in check and usually their missions run smoothly. Recently, however, there have been many reports of mundanes going missing. While that sort of thing happens every day in the mundane world, these disappearances seem to have some demonic influences behind them. There's even rumors that Downworlders may be involved, but to what end?
~IC~
(http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=77268)
Rules
Pretty simple. Obviously you should always stick to the RPA rules. Be respectful of each other and keep chatting to the OOC thread. If you have any problems, or suggestions, don’t be afraid to message me.
- I've decided to have Sparkz assist me as a GM, so please respect her as such. :D
- Keep it PG-13. Mild profanity and I know that there will be lots of demon slaying, but try not to get too descriptive with the gore and violence.
- No god-moding or controlling others characters. I, however, reserve the right to drag a character along, or leave them behind if we are waiting on someone to post for quite a few days.
- On that note, if you know you’re leaving for an extended period of time, please let me know. Maybe try to leave your character off at a good point some how?
- I’m not too picky about writing styles. Just try to post full, grammatically correct paragraphs please (at least 3 sentences). And I know we all make mistakes – I can’t spell for crap – I’m just asking that you make an attempt and that your posts are legible.
Note: This story takes place in The Mortal Instruments world, but these events are completely separate from the books. Mostly because I do not want to spoil the books for someone who might not be as far into the series as others. Obviously your character would most likely know of characters like Valentine, but there shouldn’t be much reason for them to be brought up in this story. Also, I will only accept original characters.
If you think you are interested in joining this RP but aren’t very familiar with the books, I would suggest looking through the Shadowhunter Wiki. Read through the ‘history’ at your own risk. It can be spoilery.
Character Sheets
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Appearance:
Weapon of Choice: (Shadowhunters only)
Personality:
Brief Bio:
Races
Shadownhunter: Also known as Nephilim; A race of half-human, half-angelic beings created by the Angel Raziel. They are warriors who have sworn to protect the world from demons, keep peace between Downworlders, and keep the shadow world hidden from mundanes.
(Your shadowhunter surname is important and should reflect your character. If you need some ideas, look here (http://i1363.photobucket.com/albums/r709/midoripickle/Mobile%20Uploads/IMG_20141105_151257_zps929ffc43.jpg). Just slap two of ‘em together!)
Downworlders:
Vampire – Created by demonic infection that causes them to drink blood to survive. Over time they learn to control their blood lust. They are considered to be undead with enhanced speed, strength, and healing. Their weakness is fire and holy objects, but only of the faith that particular vampire follows.
Werewolf – Created by demonic infection that causes them to change into a large wolf under the full moon. It takes time to learn to control the change. They are still mortal and will age normally, but have enhanced speed, strength, and healing. Their weakness is silver.
Warlock - Off spring of demons and mundanes. Each has a ‘warlock mark’ that identifies them as inhuman but it can usually be covered up with a glamour. They can perform magic. Some are born an Ifrit; a warlock with no magical powers.
Faerie - Offspring of demons and angels with all the beauty of angels and the viciousness of demons. They are much more reclusive to their own land. Very cunning and while they can not lie, they are masters of twisting the truth. Their weakness is iron.
Name: Orion Blackwood
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Shadowhunter
Appearance: http://i1363.photobucket.com/albums/r709/midoripickle/orion-real_zpscg96ve4t.jpg (http://s1363.photobucket.com/user/midoripickle/media/orion-real_zpscg96ve4t.jpg.html)
Dark brown hair that falls just past his shoulders. It’s almost always pulled back into a low ponytail, though some pieces fall loose about his face. His eyes are a slate blue with slightly narrow features. He stands about 6’1’ and is lean but muscular. Even when he’s not in fighting gear, he still dresses in black or dark earth tones.
Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow
Personality: Orion is more of the strong, silent type. Some would say that he's even a bit stoic. However that doesn't mean that he doesn't care deeply for those close to him. In fact, he usually finds that he cares too much and so he becomes reserved and introverted. It's rare to see him smile and even more rare to hear his laugh, but at heart he is a kind man. He isn't afraid to give his life for a fellow Shadowhunter.
Brief Bio: Orion was fortunate to spend most of his childhood in Idris. When he turned 18, he was sent to live at the Chicago institute, where he met Lilianna. She would become his wife shortly after. He also became close with Edmund, the head of the institute, looking to him as a father figure. However, as many Shadowhunters know, nothing lasts forever. They had gone on a demon raid, but were overwhelmed by the numbers. That night Orion lost not only Edmund, but also his wife and their unborn child with her. Since Orion was the eldest, he took over as head of the Chicago institute at 21. Since that day he’s had more drive than ever to rid the city of demons.
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Name: Adriana Lightwalker
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Shadowhunter
Appearance:
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5'7'' Athletic looking.She has five earrings that go up her ear. She usually wears a white tank top, a short black leather jacket, dark skinny jeans and combat boots.
Weapon of Choice: Twin Swords similar to katanas
Personality: Adriana is a tomboy. She is kind and is constantly smiling or laughing. She tends to try to make light of serious situations. She is a bit loud and sort of hyperactive. Very few people are able to settle her down and get her to act serious.
Brief Bio: Adriana grew up at the Chicago Institute, staying behind as her parents John and Angela went on raids. When she was 8, her parents were killed in a raid. Edmund, the head of the Institute, took her under his wing until his death. Adriana felt rage at demons for a long time, before her optimistic personality took over. She now kills demons with a smile or a joke on hand, usually getting on the nerves of some of her fellow shadowhunters.
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Name: Lavina NightHawk
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: ShadowHunter
Appearance:https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1c/f5/7c/1cf57cd6053396f87e9b2822299aca79.jpg
Weapon of Choice: Bow & Arrow
Personality:Lavina tends to be very easily goaded and is usually ready for any kind of fight. Many call her a hot head because she acts without thinking out the who situation of the fight. When her temper isn't getting her into trouble she can be friendly and joking with the other shadow hunters.
Brief Bio: Ever since she was little she knew there were other being on earth. When she was nineteen she lived in a small town with her parents before the they were murdered by demons. she was saved and brought to Chicago to begin learning how to fight back and gain vengence on those who murdered her family. Many people have told her that she is attempting to commit suicide over and over again she believes they just don't know the truth and deepness of her pain that she will protect her new family with her very life.
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Name: Efervelle Wolfshadow (More often called Feral or Feral Wolf)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Shadowhunter
Appearance: For the Visual Thinkers. (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fb/c3/a8/fbc3a893ab3e4045c8de739b69b05dbc.jpg) It's not exact but it gives everyone a picture, I'm also doing a written description.
He's just over six feet tall with tan skin, pale grey-green eyes, shoulder length black hair and a short scruffy beard. He's built long and lean with broad shoulders and hips and long piano player fingers. His body is marked with the usual runes of a shadowhunter but he also has a two tattoos.
On the underside of his left jaw he has a tribal image of a chimera with the front half of a wolf, the back half of a snake, and the horns of a stag and on the right in Latin is says "Speak Only Truth". It's something he and his older brother had done shortly before they were forced to separate from each other by their father who decided that brothers should not become Parabatai. The Chimera are images that are supposed to represent themselves. The Wolf represents Strength and Loyalty, the Stag represents Pride and Will Power, and the Snake represents Secrecy and the potential Poison on his Words and Bite. The words are a promise between the brothers to tell only truth after listening to their fathers lies for so many years.
Weapon of Choice: His Scythe or his combination Short Sword and Heavy Dagger
Personality: He's prideful and charismatic with a tendency to offend others with his sly poisonous words and an attitude that leans towards feral when he gets defensive or angry, an attitude which earned his nickname. However, he's loyal to his close friends and family and would lay his life on the line for them if it would save them.
Brief Bio: He grew up in an Institute over a hundred miles away from the one he's moved to now in a more rural area where he trained with his family and a few others and when he wasn't training he was working with the Institute horses, a favorite pastime. He and his brother grew very close in their training and found themselves working together more often than they would work apart, when this translated to their standing up to their father and eventually their wanting to become parabatai his father forced them apart. They were sent to live in different parts of the world but still visit each other annually without their fathers knowing.
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Name: Poppy Ashwell
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Shadowhunter
Appearance:
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Standing at a whopping 5'6" Poppy is not physically intimidating to say the least, but do not underestimate her due to appearances. Like most shadowhunters, she is made up of muscle more than anything. Brunette locks tumble down her back in loose waves. Most of the time it is left down. If it is up then it'll be in a braid, bun or ponytail. Dark chocolate orbs don't reveal much past what is going one behind them. There are three long, wide diagonal scars across her torso that have taken a white tint due to age. They shine against her tanned skin tone.
Weapon of Choice: Three-section Staff
Personality: Due to the pressure on her shoulders Poppy takes everything very seriously. There is no room for error or time to joke around. Naturally cautious anything and everything in the surrounding environment is taken note of. There are times--more often than not--that she struggles with pushing herself too hard. Also very quiet around people in general. There is only one time you'll see her let go of the stress and pressures of life, and that is while playing the piano.
Brief Bio: Like some of the other kids, Poppy was raised in the institute from a very young age. Being born to a shadowhunter family who was not very recognized Poppy's parents willingly sent her to Chicago in order to get her the "proper" training. They want her to be the best and bring fame to their name. Poppy is not very fond of this future, but she accepts it and carries the weight of it on her shoulders. Every now and then her parents will visit, but in reality it is a check up to see her progress.
Name: Sabina Amelia VanPelt
Age: 174. Looks 25.
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
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Personality:
AGGRESSIVE: Sabina has a hunger behind her eyes. She knows what she wants and what it will take to get it. Sabina is like a caged rabid wolf, hungry for its prey. She speaks with venom in her words and likes to poke and prod at people. She is not afraid to get violent and can get that way quick thanks to her short fuse and hot head. Sabina really has no filter and will say whatever comes to mind without a second thought.
INTELLIGENT: Her brain is always going. She is a very calculating person and likes to stay one step ahead of everyone, friend or foe. She knows more than she likes to lead on and enjoys surprising people with her knowledge. Sabina can read people easily and can see through any wall or mask they try to put up around her.
VAIN: Look at her. You would be a little cocky too if you looked that good. She loves the way she looks and likes to spend quite some time getting ready. Sabina takes beauty just as serious as she takes her killing. She considers herself to be perfection and isn’t afraid to let others know it.
SEXUAL: While we are on the subject…She is a very sexual and flirtatious person. Sex is something she enjoys and lets it be known. She can always find a way to make something dirty, anything can be sexual if you think long and hard about it. Sabina loves to touch, not always inappropriately, but she loves to touch. While talking to someone she will rub their arm, tickle their back, run her hand through their hair or anything small like that. Sometimes she’ll get a little bold and touch a little more aggressively and in places one should touch in private.
Brief Bio: Sabina doesn't like to talk much about her past, very few know of what exactly happened to her. She didn't used to be the angry person that she is today, she was once a very sweet and gentle person. Long story short she was unexpectedly turned against her will, her family disowned her, and she killed the one that turned her which was extremely hard since she was sired to him.
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Name: "Jake"
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Mundane
Appearance: http://i1363.photobucket.com/albums/r709/midoripickle/3651e019-eaf6-43d7-be1b-3b1a429e4b1e_zpsggqcdk9m.jpg (http://s1363.photobucket.com/user/midoripickle/media/3651e019-eaf6-43d7-be1b-3b1a429e4b1e_zpsggqcdk9m.jpg.html)
With wild blonde hair and stormy blue eyes, Jake is known to be a bit of a looker. His skin is fair, marked by only a few random freckled over his body. He isn't particularly muscular, but still he is very physically fit despite not having to try very hard to maintain it. Jake stands about a pretty average height of 5'10".
Personality: Jake comes across as fearless, even in the face of danger. He has a calm and collected demeanor even in difficult situations. He's thought to be quite charming and is very thoughtful, if even contemplative. He chooses his words carefully, which can make him seem quiet and reserved at times.
Brief Bio: -TBA-
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Name: Aphrodisios
Age: 1,026 before death, (30 years Vampiric)
Gender: Male
Race: Faerie turned Vampire
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Having no exception to the beauty of his people, Aphrodisos' pale-skinned figure comes to a height of 5'7''. And gazing up from the soft bare feet of his body up to the top of his head no mortal eye, Shadowhunter or otherwise, can look upon him without appreciation of the chains of gold that grace his figure, or how loosely the cloth that holds onto him looks so easy to disrobe.
His faerie body is delicate, hiding any strength or real musculature he may have under a guise of submissive feminine charms. Long, ocean blue kissed black hair falls down his slender shoulders and with the conflict of desire and unbidden lust a red gaze stares directly at his next victim. His beauty is classical, graceful, and lethal.
Powers:
A youth of the Faerieland, his life was lost and restored only with the twist of Vampirism. What he has become now is something of a complication: not pure enough to access all the magic of his living blood and not damned enough to touch all the qualities of his turned self. He is a unique fusion of his heritage and his fate.
Binding Blood Kiss - With a sample either drawn from Aphrodisios' fangs or touched by his flesh, he may spread it across his lips - binding them magically. A spell of blood magic and Faerie trickery, he is capable of making the person he is with either take a vow or do one thing of his request before the bind is sealed off. If a vow is made, should that vow ever be broken, the victim dies.
Kill Aphrodisios outright before he speaks of a forced upon vow or command and both he and the bonded person perish. If he is killed before the victim can complete the compelled action, both die still.
The only way for the spell to break without resulting in the victim's loss of control or life is to wipe the blood from his lips. If the victim whose blood is on his lips shall kiss Aphrodisios before he ushers a word, the spell is reversed and Aphrodisios must comply with a vow or command.
Desire Sight - Something not too strange to his Faerie blood he knows the deepest desire a being has by gazing upon them.
Rosewalking - Aphrodisios' steps leave behind genteel and deliciously scented white rose petals. As they linger and wind or other elements sweep them away their connection to Aphrodisios never fades. They extend his senses far beyond his body for he can see, and hear through them.
They are even a means of escape as he may explode into burst of petals and fade back into existence wherever a previous petal lay.
If he is pushed into rushing river or lake water, he will be forced to disassemble into petals and reappear by a petal that is nearest the side of the body of water.
Man made water motion (such as showers or fountains for example) does not count.
Shapeshifting: Humanoid - Aphrodisios may take the appearance of any mortal he has laid eyes on. In their form, he is able to mask his scent and the petals that would otherwise grace his every step cease. However, for those of sharper noses (Werewolves/Vampires) they can 'smell through' his guise and whiff his perfume odor.
If he is directly questioned to name himself, he is technically able to use the name of the person he is guised (for that is 'his' name at the moment, as that 'character' and 'portraying' it). But if he's directly asked if he's not who he is presenting to be, he cannot directly answer 'no'.
Perfume of White Amor - One with the beauty of creme colored roses, their fragrance comes from his very pores. A subtle seduction of rose sprinkled with honey lulls men and women alike into a warm and tingly sense of peace, and if more susceptible to scent, desire.
Mundane fall for these charms with ease, Vampires and Werewolves salivate to caress his skin. Shadowhunters are more dependent on their levels of discipline, emotional views to sexuality, and their level of sexual need. These conscious and subconscious factors weigh heavily in how much they are pulled into the scent.
Vampiric Base Qualities - Aphrodisios can elongate his nails and teeth, and has the healing properties of any Vampire. The turning has now mostly left him dependent on blood for survival. Being of Faerie magical blood, he has a substitute and is may drink tea that is laced with his rose petals.
He is unfazed by sunlight. And Aphrodisios does not have the enhanced speed or senses of Vampirism.
Vampiric Strength - In all accounts a very young Vampire, his strength actually draws from his long age of his Faerie life. He is a very physically dangerous combatant by raw strength alone and should not be underestimated by his beauty and small size.
While the combined list of Vampirism and Faerie would be extensive, his actual weaknesses are an odd blend of the two. The list of weaknesses if explicit, if not written below then it will not harm him:
He may be sickened if he consumes holy water.
Salt blisters his skin and may start fires on his flesh if enough touches him. Continue to expose Aphrodisios to salt and he may burn to death.
Rowan wood weapons are the only weapons able to harm him extensively.
On another note, as a damned Faerie he is still bound to never lie.
Personality:
Aphrodisios has become reclusive ever since his loss of life and the emergence of life after being damned. It has repressed much of the teasing Faerie he was, turning his charms into something more demure and controlled. His fiery nature has been bitten and frozen by shame - shame of accepting the curse of the Vampire to avoid death's finale.
Once a socialite, he only has one companion in life: the Vampire Sabina. But often he chooses seclusion and rest in the darkness rather than be by her side. Her face a living and walking reality of his inability to revert time. But that doesn't mean that when with her his nature to be coy cannot show itself from time to time.
He is an eloquent speaker, and his body motions are on par. He is slow and deliberate when moving himself around, and when nearing pray. What undoes him is the whimsy of his native race that can make him distracted by things extraordinarily flashy. Or, his worse distraction: the blood of alcoholics. Coping as a Vampire had led him down the path of alcoholism, his only means to allow himself function in the larger world.
He is either sober and solitary, or intoxicated and inundated in the public.
Bio:
Born in the high Faerieland, Aphrodisios was a pleasure among the Court. Delightful and beautiful, he was admired for his spry and ethereal charms. Even among the higher Faerie there was great interest in his particulars. He was also the center of explicit envy, for his curse was not to be not enough for the Court's social status, but to be too much. Yet he was so well trained in the ways of Faerie courtship it was quite difficult to trap him and his back fled far too frequently to be still and stabbed.
Yet there was a man who could play the game, only if he leaned on greater sources. A high Faerie of the Court, Sonnas, made a deal with a Warlock to make a broach irresistible for the Faerie eye. The foulness of its magic was to also consequently ban Aphrodisios upon contact. Sonnas kept it hidden in cloth and never dare see it himself.
The first time the broach saw sunlight was when he unveiled it to Aphrodisios at a dinner party that was taking place in celebration of the Queen's glory and majesty (as such things are hosted frequently). In seclusion, away from acquaintances and friends, Aphrodisios was seduced by the broach's exquisite beauty, unaware of its magic that compelled him to do so and against better judgment greedily grabbed it. The land itself repulsed at him, he was filthy with dark magic. It regurgitated him out of the hidden world back to the world the mortal eyes could see.
He was in the 1930's, very much out of place and incapable of returning until the black magic wore off him. Unfortunately, the broach would not end its beautiful existence - meaning he was incapable of disposing of it himself for he longed to stare at it day in and day out. Aphrodisios even went as far as to simply hide in the swearers to watch this broach, content to do this till the end of time.
Intervention came in the form of a fleeing Vampire who was making her first independent steps in the dark underworld. Sabina Amelia VanPelt, a child of her humans years, and a child of the night, found him and was stunned by the living art she saw before her. Drawn to him as he was to his broach, she was quick to realize he was trapped by it and pulled it from his hands to smash into pieces. Releasing the magic Sonnas’ Warlock had placed, Aphrodisios was finally fully able to understand everything that had rushed through his fingers and turned into loss: his life.
With nothing but rage and beauty, he met Sabina’s eyes. He saw a child, and his savior. Her eyes, her friendship, and her giving of sanity back to him never replaced the loss of his social throne in Faerieland. They became teacher and pupil. She showed him the ways of the human world and their strange contraptions and he taught to her the power of a smile, caressing of skin, sensuality and lust. He taught her the game of his Faerie people, watching her bed many humans and guiding her ways upon them. Aphrodisios loved her as those who loved pain: needing it to survive, yet wanting it to go away. She never filled the void but she filled the time. The sly and soft lips of Aphrodisios’ smiles and smirks never told her of his loathing or of his need: they were only compatriots of trickery and arousal.
Five decades passed, the human world was dull and they fell for his pupil Sabina so easily. If it could have been a compliment, he was gravely insulted: tedium. But Sabina was so pleased, so enthralled by him and his coy demeanor – they never shared bed or love. The Vampire’s senses could dwell in his scent, and the Vampire’s eyes could travel slowly - but she could never touch: that was their one rule. Seduction was his to own fully, hers to drink sparse droplets and call it power.
The magic of the broach still had not faded, and they were getting restless. He had taught her elusiveness and turmoil of individuals, why not up the game? More people, bigger games. And they played, turning the United States of America and Mexico into possible places of paranormal exposure: the duo was purposefully reckless. Taunting the Shadowhunters, Aphrodisios was ruthless and his charms swallowed several dozen. Yet he never suspected the Shadowhunters to use one of their own as bait, and as he was entrancing, taunting, pleasuring the Shadowhunter man – others ambushed him and swiftly went to kill him while they did not succumb to his amor.
Iron beat and slashed into him and he escaped, but the magical blood spreading across the Mexican alleyways was more than a trail after his steps. Dying, he laid against the wall of a cheap bar with Sabina showing up shortly after to see once more in her lifetime the Faerie she had fallen for so deeply in need of her. Aphrodisios teetered on death and Sabina took it upon herself to turn him, and preserve her long living friend and turn him eternally damned.
The creature that emerged wasn’t going to be welcomed by the Court. He had no desire to see them now, not as this monstrosity – between beauty and hideousness was where he resided now. He was scarred and mutilated for he was something strange and twisted. Returning back to the United States, Aphrodisos banished Sabina only after she made the promise to put him in a coffin filled with water and hide it in the abandoned railways system in Chicago. Here he would slumber, if only to dull the ache of his heart and deny death.
Sabina was never to reveal this coffin and open it unless it was of dire need…
I will be Raziel's sword; extending his arm to strike down evil.
I will be Raziel's cup; offering my blood to our mission.
I will be Raziel's mirror; when my enemies behold me, let them see his face in mine.
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It was business as usual for the Shadowhunters of the 'Windy City'. The Chicago institute often has their hands full defending such a large population of mundanes from the demons that invade the city, while also upholding the accords with the Downworlders. Most of the time they manage to keep demonic activity in check and usually their missions run smoothly. Recently, however, there have been many reports of mundanes going missing. While that sort of thing happens every day in the mundane world, these disappearances seem to have some demonic influences behind them. There's even rumors that Downworlders may be involved, but to what end?
~IC~
(http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=77268)
Rules
Pretty simple. Obviously you should always stick to the RPA rules. Be respectful of each other and keep chatting to the OOC thread. If you have any problems, or suggestions, don’t be afraid to message me.
- I've decided to have Sparkz assist me as a GM, so please respect her as such. :D
- Keep it PG-13. Mild profanity and I know that there will be lots of demon slaying, but try not to get too descriptive with the gore and violence.
- No god-moding or controlling others characters. I, however, reserve the right to drag a character along, or leave them behind if we are waiting on someone to post for quite a few days.
- On that note, if you know you’re leaving for an extended period of time, please let me know. Maybe try to leave your character off at a good point some how?
- I’m not too picky about writing styles. Just try to post full, grammatically correct paragraphs please (at least 3 sentences). And I know we all make mistakes – I can’t spell for crap – I’m just asking that you make an attempt and that your posts are legible.
Note: This story takes place in The Mortal Instruments world, but these events are completely separate from the books. Mostly because I do not want to spoil the books for someone who might not be as far into the series as others. Obviously your character would most likely know of characters like Valentine, but there shouldn’t be much reason for them to be brought up in this story. Also, I will only accept original characters.
If you think you are interested in joining this RP but aren’t very familiar with the books, I would suggest looking through the Shadowhunter Wiki. Read through the ‘history’ at your own risk. It can be spoilery.
Character Sheets
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Appearance:
Weapon of Choice: (Shadowhunters only)
Personality:
Brief Bio:
Races
Shadownhunter: Also known as Nephilim; A race of half-human, half-angelic beings created by the Angel Raziel. They are warriors who have sworn to protect the world from demons, keep peace between Downworlders, and keep the shadow world hidden from mundanes.
(Your shadowhunter surname is important and should reflect your character. If you need some ideas, look here (http://i1363.photobucket.com/albums/r709/midoripickle/Mobile%20Uploads/IMG_20141105_151257_zps929ffc43.jpg). Just slap two of ‘em together!)
Downworlders:
Vampire – Created by demonic infection that causes them to drink blood to survive. Over time they learn to control their blood lust. They are considered to be undead with enhanced speed, strength, and healing. Their weakness is fire and holy objects, but only of the faith that particular vampire follows.
Werewolf – Created by demonic infection that causes them to change into a large wolf under the full moon. It takes time to learn to control the change. They are still mortal and will age normally, but have enhanced speed, strength, and healing. Their weakness is silver.
Warlock - Off spring of demons and mundanes. Each has a ‘warlock mark’ that identifies them as inhuman but it can usually be covered up with a glamour. They can perform magic. Some are born an Ifrit; a warlock with no magical powers.
Faerie - Offspring of demons and angels with all the beauty of angels and the viciousness of demons. They are much more reclusive to their own land. Very cunning and while they can not lie, they are masters of twisting the truth. Their weakness is iron.
Name: Orion Blackwood
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Shadowhunter
Appearance: http://i1363.photobucket.com/albums/r709/midoripickle/orion-real_zpscg96ve4t.jpg (http://s1363.photobucket.com/user/midoripickle/media/orion-real_zpscg96ve4t.jpg.html)
Dark brown hair that falls just past his shoulders. It’s almost always pulled back into a low ponytail, though some pieces fall loose about his face. His eyes are a slate blue with slightly narrow features. He stands about 6’1’ and is lean but muscular. Even when he’s not in fighting gear, he still dresses in black or dark earth tones.
Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow
Personality: Orion is more of the strong, silent type. Some would say that he's even a bit stoic. However that doesn't mean that he doesn't care deeply for those close to him. In fact, he usually finds that he cares too much and so he becomes reserved and introverted. It's rare to see him smile and even more rare to hear his laugh, but at heart he is a kind man. He isn't afraid to give his life for a fellow Shadowhunter.
Brief Bio: Orion was fortunate to spend most of his childhood in Idris. When he turned 18, he was sent to live at the Chicago institute, where he met Lilianna. She would become his wife shortly after. He also became close with Edmund, the head of the institute, looking to him as a father figure. However, as many Shadowhunters know, nothing lasts forever. They had gone on a demon raid, but were overwhelmed by the numbers. That night Orion lost not only Edmund, but also his wife and their unborn child with her. Since Orion was the eldest, he took over as head of the Chicago institute at 21. Since that day he’s had more drive than ever to rid the city of demons.
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Name: Adriana Lightwalker
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Shadowhunter
Appearance:
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5'7'' Athletic looking.She has five earrings that go up her ear. She usually wears a white tank top, a short black leather jacket, dark skinny jeans and combat boots.
Weapon of Choice: Twin Swords similar to katanas
Personality: Adriana is a tomboy. She is kind and is constantly smiling or laughing. She tends to try to make light of serious situations. She is a bit loud and sort of hyperactive. Very few people are able to settle her down and get her to act serious.
Brief Bio: Adriana grew up at the Chicago Institute, staying behind as her parents John and Angela went on raids. When she was 8, her parents were killed in a raid. Edmund, the head of the Institute, took her under his wing until his death. Adriana felt rage at demons for a long time, before her optimistic personality took over. She now kills demons with a smile or a joke on hand, usually getting on the nerves of some of her fellow shadowhunters.
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Name: Lavina NightHawk
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: ShadowHunter
Appearance:https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1c/f5/7c/1cf57cd6053396f87e9b2822299aca79.jpg
Weapon of Choice: Bow & Arrow
Personality:Lavina tends to be very easily goaded and is usually ready for any kind of fight. Many call her a hot head because she acts without thinking out the who situation of the fight. When her temper isn't getting her into trouble she can be friendly and joking with the other shadow hunters.
Brief Bio: Ever since she was little she knew there were other being on earth. When she was nineteen she lived in a small town with her parents before the they were murdered by demons. she was saved and brought to Chicago to begin learning how to fight back and gain vengence on those who murdered her family. Many people have told her that she is attempting to commit suicide over and over again she believes they just don't know the truth and deepness of her pain that she will protect her new family with her very life.
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Name: Efervelle Wolfshadow (More often called Feral or Feral Wolf)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Shadowhunter
Appearance: For the Visual Thinkers. (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fb/c3/a8/fbc3a893ab3e4045c8de739b69b05dbc.jpg) It's not exact but it gives everyone a picture, I'm also doing a written description.
He's just over six feet tall with tan skin, pale grey-green eyes, shoulder length black hair and a short scruffy beard. He's built long and lean with broad shoulders and hips and long piano player fingers. His body is marked with the usual runes of a shadowhunter but he also has a two tattoos.
On the underside of his left jaw he has a tribal image of a chimera with the front half of a wolf, the back half of a snake, and the horns of a stag and on the right in Latin is says "Speak Only Truth". It's something he and his older brother had done shortly before they were forced to separate from each other by their father who decided that brothers should not become Parabatai. The Chimera are images that are supposed to represent themselves. The Wolf represents Strength and Loyalty, the Stag represents Pride and Will Power, and the Snake represents Secrecy and the potential Poison on his Words and Bite. The words are a promise between the brothers to tell only truth after listening to their fathers lies for so many years.
Weapon of Choice: His Scythe or his combination Short Sword and Heavy Dagger
Personality: He's prideful and charismatic with a tendency to offend others with his sly poisonous words and an attitude that leans towards feral when he gets defensive or angry, an attitude which earned his nickname. However, he's loyal to his close friends and family and would lay his life on the line for them if it would save them.
Brief Bio: He grew up in an Institute over a hundred miles away from the one he's moved to now in a more rural area where he trained with his family and a few others and when he wasn't training he was working with the Institute horses, a favorite pastime. He and his brother grew very close in their training and found themselves working together more often than they would work apart, when this translated to their standing up to their father and eventually their wanting to become parabatai his father forced them apart. They were sent to live in different parts of the world but still visit each other annually without their fathers knowing.
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Name: Poppy Ashwell
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Shadowhunter
Appearance:
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Standing at a whopping 5'6" Poppy is not physically intimidating to say the least, but do not underestimate her due to appearances. Like most shadowhunters, she is made up of muscle more than anything. Brunette locks tumble down her back in loose waves. Most of the time it is left down. If it is up then it'll be in a braid, bun or ponytail. Dark chocolate orbs don't reveal much past what is going one behind them. There are three long, wide diagonal scars across her torso that have taken a white tint due to age. They shine against her tanned skin tone.
Weapon of Choice: Three-section Staff
Personality: Due to the pressure on her shoulders Poppy takes everything very seriously. There is no room for error or time to joke around. Naturally cautious anything and everything in the surrounding environment is taken note of. There are times--more often than not--that she struggles with pushing herself too hard. Also very quiet around people in general. There is only one time you'll see her let go of the stress and pressures of life, and that is while playing the piano.
Brief Bio: Like some of the other kids, Poppy was raised in the institute from a very young age. Being born to a shadowhunter family who was not very recognized Poppy's parents willingly sent her to Chicago in order to get her the "proper" training. They want her to be the best and bring fame to their name. Poppy is not very fond of this future, but she accepts it and carries the weight of it on her shoulders. Every now and then her parents will visit, but in reality it is a check up to see her progress.
Name: Sabina Amelia VanPelt
Age: 174. Looks 25.
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
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Personality:
AGGRESSIVE: Sabina has a hunger behind her eyes. She knows what she wants and what it will take to get it. Sabina is like a caged rabid wolf, hungry for its prey. She speaks with venom in her words and likes to poke and prod at people. She is not afraid to get violent and can get that way quick thanks to her short fuse and hot head. Sabina really has no filter and will say whatever comes to mind without a second thought.
INTELLIGENT: Her brain is always going. She is a very calculating person and likes to stay one step ahead of everyone, friend or foe. She knows more than she likes to lead on and enjoys surprising people with her knowledge. Sabina can read people easily and can see through any wall or mask they try to put up around her.
VAIN: Look at her. You would be a little cocky too if you looked that good. She loves the way she looks and likes to spend quite some time getting ready. Sabina takes beauty just as serious as she takes her killing. She considers herself to be perfection and isn’t afraid to let others know it.
SEXUAL: While we are on the subject…She is a very sexual and flirtatious person. Sex is something she enjoys and lets it be known. She can always find a way to make something dirty, anything can be sexual if you think long and hard about it. Sabina loves to touch, not always inappropriately, but she loves to touch. While talking to someone she will rub their arm, tickle their back, run her hand through their hair or anything small like that. Sometimes she’ll get a little bold and touch a little more aggressively and in places one should touch in private.
Brief Bio: Sabina doesn't like to talk much about her past, very few know of what exactly happened to her. She didn't used to be the angry person that she is today, she was once a very sweet and gentle person. Long story short she was unexpectedly turned against her will, her family disowned her, and she killed the one that turned her which was extremely hard since she was sired to him.
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Name: "Jake"
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Mundane
Appearance: http://i1363.photobucket.com/albums/r709/midoripickle/3651e019-eaf6-43d7-be1b-3b1a429e4b1e_zpsggqcdk9m.jpg (http://s1363.photobucket.com/user/midoripickle/media/3651e019-eaf6-43d7-be1b-3b1a429e4b1e_zpsggqcdk9m.jpg.html)
With wild blonde hair and stormy blue eyes, Jake is known to be a bit of a looker. His skin is fair, marked by only a few random freckled over his body. He isn't particularly muscular, but still he is very physically fit despite not having to try very hard to maintain it. Jake stands about a pretty average height of 5'10".
Personality: Jake comes across as fearless, even in the face of danger. He has a calm and collected demeanor even in difficult situations. He's thought to be quite charming and is very thoughtful, if even contemplative. He chooses his words carefully, which can make him seem quiet and reserved at times.
Brief Bio: -TBA-
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Name: Aphrodisios
Age: 1,026 before death, (30 years Vampiric)
Gender: Male
Race: Faerie turned Vampire
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Having no exception to the beauty of his people, Aphrodisos' pale-skinned figure comes to a height of 5'7''. And gazing up from the soft bare feet of his body up to the top of his head no mortal eye, Shadowhunter or otherwise, can look upon him without appreciation of the chains of gold that grace his figure, or how loosely the cloth that holds onto him looks so easy to disrobe.
His faerie body is delicate, hiding any strength or real musculature he may have under a guise of submissive feminine charms. Long, ocean blue kissed black hair falls down his slender shoulders and with the conflict of desire and unbidden lust a red gaze stares directly at his next victim. His beauty is classical, graceful, and lethal.
Powers:
A youth of the Faerieland, his life was lost and restored only with the twist of Vampirism. What he has become now is something of a complication: not pure enough to access all the magic of his living blood and not damned enough to touch all the qualities of his turned self. He is a unique fusion of his heritage and his fate.
Binding Blood Kiss - With a sample either drawn from Aphrodisios' fangs or touched by his flesh, he may spread it across his lips - binding them magically. A spell of blood magic and Faerie trickery, he is capable of making the person he is with either take a vow or do one thing of his request before the bind is sealed off. If a vow is made, should that vow ever be broken, the victim dies.
Kill Aphrodisios outright before he speaks of a forced upon vow or command and both he and the bonded person perish. If he is killed before the victim can complete the compelled action, both die still.
The only way for the spell to break without resulting in the victim's loss of control or life is to wipe the blood from his lips. If the victim whose blood is on his lips shall kiss Aphrodisios before he ushers a word, the spell is reversed and Aphrodisios must comply with a vow or command.
Desire Sight - Something not too strange to his Faerie blood he knows the deepest desire a being has by gazing upon them.
Rosewalking - Aphrodisios' steps leave behind genteel and deliciously scented white rose petals. As they linger and wind or other elements sweep them away their connection to Aphrodisios never fades. They extend his senses far beyond his body for he can see, and hear through them.
They are even a means of escape as he may explode into burst of petals and fade back into existence wherever a previous petal lay.
If he is pushed into rushing river or lake water, he will be forced to disassemble into petals and reappear by a petal that is nearest the side of the body of water.
Man made water motion (such as showers or fountains for example) does not count.
Shapeshifting: Humanoid - Aphrodisios may take the appearance of any mortal he has laid eyes on. In their form, he is able to mask his scent and the petals that would otherwise grace his every step cease. However, for those of sharper noses (Werewolves/Vampires) they can 'smell through' his guise and whiff his perfume odor.
If he is directly questioned to name himself, he is technically able to use the name of the person he is guised (for that is 'his' name at the moment, as that 'character' and 'portraying' it). But if he's directly asked if he's not who he is presenting to be, he cannot directly answer 'no'.
Perfume of White Amor - One with the beauty of creme colored roses, their fragrance comes from his very pores. A subtle seduction of rose sprinkled with honey lulls men and women alike into a warm and tingly sense of peace, and if more susceptible to scent, desire.
Mundane fall for these charms with ease, Vampires and Werewolves salivate to caress his skin. Shadowhunters are more dependent on their levels of discipline, emotional views to sexuality, and their level of sexual need. These conscious and subconscious factors weigh heavily in how much they are pulled into the scent.
Vampiric Base Qualities - Aphrodisios can elongate his nails and teeth, and has the healing properties of any Vampire. The turning has now mostly left him dependent on blood for survival. Being of Faerie magical blood, he has a substitute and is may drink tea that is laced with his rose petals.
He is unfazed by sunlight. And Aphrodisios does not have the enhanced speed or senses of Vampirism.
Vampiric Strength - In all accounts a very young Vampire, his strength actually draws from his long age of his Faerie life. He is a very physically dangerous combatant by raw strength alone and should not be underestimated by his beauty and small size.
While the combined list of Vampirism and Faerie would be extensive, his actual weaknesses are an odd blend of the two. The list of weaknesses if explicit, if not written below then it will not harm him:
He may be sickened if he consumes holy water.
Salt blisters his skin and may start fires on his flesh if enough touches him. Continue to expose Aphrodisios to salt and he may burn to death.
Rowan wood weapons are the only weapons able to harm him extensively.
On another note, as a damned Faerie he is still bound to never lie.
Personality:
Aphrodisios has become reclusive ever since his loss of life and the emergence of life after being damned. It has repressed much of the teasing Faerie he was, turning his charms into something more demure and controlled. His fiery nature has been bitten and frozen by shame - shame of accepting the curse of the Vampire to avoid death's finale.
Once a socialite, he only has one companion in life: the Vampire Sabina. But often he chooses seclusion and rest in the darkness rather than be by her side. Her face a living and walking reality of his inability to revert time. But that doesn't mean that when with her his nature to be coy cannot show itself from time to time.
He is an eloquent speaker, and his body motions are on par. He is slow and deliberate when moving himself around, and when nearing pray. What undoes him is the whimsy of his native race that can make him distracted by things extraordinarily flashy. Or, his worse distraction: the blood of alcoholics. Coping as a Vampire had led him down the path of alcoholism, his only means to allow himself function in the larger world.
He is either sober and solitary, or intoxicated and inundated in the public.
Bio:
Born in the high Faerieland, Aphrodisios was a pleasure among the Court. Delightful and beautiful, he was admired for his spry and ethereal charms. Even among the higher Faerie there was great interest in his particulars. He was also the center of explicit envy, for his curse was not to be not enough for the Court's social status, but to be too much. Yet he was so well trained in the ways of Faerie courtship it was quite difficult to trap him and his back fled far too frequently to be still and stabbed.
Yet there was a man who could play the game, only if he leaned on greater sources. A high Faerie of the Court, Sonnas, made a deal with a Warlock to make a broach irresistible for the Faerie eye. The foulness of its magic was to also consequently ban Aphrodisios upon contact. Sonnas kept it hidden in cloth and never dare see it himself.
The first time the broach saw sunlight was when he unveiled it to Aphrodisios at a dinner party that was taking place in celebration of the Queen's glory and majesty (as such things are hosted frequently). In seclusion, away from acquaintances and friends, Aphrodisios was seduced by the broach's exquisite beauty, unaware of its magic that compelled him to do so and against better judgment greedily grabbed it. The land itself repulsed at him, he was filthy with dark magic. It regurgitated him out of the hidden world back to the world the mortal eyes could see.
He was in the 1930's, very much out of place and incapable of returning until the black magic wore off him. Unfortunately, the broach would not end its beautiful existence - meaning he was incapable of disposing of it himself for he longed to stare at it day in and day out. Aphrodisios even went as far as to simply hide in the swearers to watch this broach, content to do this till the end of time.
Intervention came in the form of a fleeing Vampire who was making her first independent steps in the dark underworld. Sabina Amelia VanPelt, a child of her humans years, and a child of the night, found him and was stunned by the living art she saw before her. Drawn to him as he was to his broach, she was quick to realize he was trapped by it and pulled it from his hands to smash into pieces. Releasing the magic Sonnas’ Warlock had placed, Aphrodisios was finally fully able to understand everything that had rushed through his fingers and turned into loss: his life.
With nothing but rage and beauty, he met Sabina’s eyes. He saw a child, and his savior. Her eyes, her friendship, and her giving of sanity back to him never replaced the loss of his social throne in Faerieland. They became teacher and pupil. She showed him the ways of the human world and their strange contraptions and he taught to her the power of a smile, caressing of skin, sensuality and lust. He taught her the game of his Faerie people, watching her bed many humans and guiding her ways upon them. Aphrodisios loved her as those who loved pain: needing it to survive, yet wanting it to go away. She never filled the void but she filled the time. The sly and soft lips of Aphrodisios’ smiles and smirks never told her of his loathing or of his need: they were only compatriots of trickery and arousal.
Five decades passed, the human world was dull and they fell for his pupil Sabina so easily. If it could have been a compliment, he was gravely insulted: tedium. But Sabina was so pleased, so enthralled by him and his coy demeanor – they never shared bed or love. The Vampire’s senses could dwell in his scent, and the Vampire’s eyes could travel slowly - but she could never touch: that was their one rule. Seduction was his to own fully, hers to drink sparse droplets and call it power.
The magic of the broach still had not faded, and they were getting restless. He had taught her elusiveness and turmoil of individuals, why not up the game? More people, bigger games. And they played, turning the United States of America and Mexico into possible places of paranormal exposure: the duo was purposefully reckless. Taunting the Shadowhunters, Aphrodisios was ruthless and his charms swallowed several dozen. Yet he never suspected the Shadowhunters to use one of their own as bait, and as he was entrancing, taunting, pleasuring the Shadowhunter man – others ambushed him and swiftly went to kill him while they did not succumb to his amor.
Iron beat and slashed into him and he escaped, but the magical blood spreading across the Mexican alleyways was more than a trail after his steps. Dying, he laid against the wall of a cheap bar with Sabina showing up shortly after to see once more in her lifetime the Faerie she had fallen for so deeply in need of her. Aphrodisios teetered on death and Sabina took it upon herself to turn him, and preserve her long living friend and turn him eternally damned.
The creature that emerged wasn’t going to be welcomed by the Court. He had no desire to see them now, not as this monstrosity – between beauty and hideousness was where he resided now. He was scarred and mutilated for he was something strange and twisted. Returning back to the United States, Aphrodisos banished Sabina only after she made the promise to put him in a coffin filled with water and hide it in the abandoned railways system in Chicago. Here he would slumber, if only to dull the ache of his heart and deny death.
Sabina was never to reveal this coffin and open it unless it was of dire need…