A Covenant Betrayed -OOC {M} {Recruiting}

[Mysteria]

TQ, go ahead and post your new chars.

If anyone else would like to get a post up, now's a good time for it.

If anyone else is interested in joining, I'm still accepting!!

[The Texan Queen]

I'll get a post up as soon as I can. My spring semester just started and it's already killing me -.- BUT HERE HE IIIISSSS

Spoiler: Cornelius Elijah Caswell 

Name: Cornelius Elijah Caswell. Goes by Neil now, only family and close friends call him Cornelius (but it’s mainly when they’re mad at him)

Age: He was turned during the Renaissance period, he’s roughly over 700 years old. He stopped keeping track a long time ago. Looks to be about mid to late twenties.

Spoiler: Description 

Neil will always be seen dressed in a suit, or at least some form of respectable attire. On his casual days he is typically seen in slacks and a button up, but most days he is in his trademark suit. His body is littered with tattoos, these days it’s hard to find an empty spot.

Spoiler: Tattoos 

Personality: He’s an asshole to most, but a sweetheart to the few he holds dear. Sarcasm is his native tongue, he is blunt (border line rude), honest and won’t wait a single second to voice his opinion. Neil can be quite stubborn when set in his ways and has a ‘my way or the highway’ mentality. Cornelius is known for his short temper and sometimes violent ways, but he wouldn’t dare hurt anyone he loved. Cross him once and you are dead to him, well not only him but everyone else because he will literally kill you. Have him on your side and you’ll be the winning team, have him has your enemy and you’ll be running for you life. Just stay on his safe side or fly underneath his radar and you’ll be fine.


Likes: Power, control, honesty, loyalty, a good scotch, art, and beautiful women.

Dislikes: Sneaky people, liars, those who threaten his power, anyone against him.

Position/job: He alludes to having a lot of money but never says what he does.

Strengths: Physical strength, intelligence, charming, witty and he can build just about anything.

Weakness: Anyone he loves is his weakness. Use it against him and you’ll have power over him.

Weapon: Knives, guns, grenades, you name it! Maybe not the last one, but he’s always packing.

Bio: There was a time where Cornelius would have been described as kind hearted, generous and soft…but that was before he was turned.

The Caswell family has always been a name affiliated with wealth and power. The men in the family were all noble figure heads with heavy pockets and the women were respectable and lovely. The expectations were high, not only for Cornelius but for every child in the family. Cornelius was the youngest of six boys, their mother wanted a daughter so badly the kept trying until she simply couldn’t get pregnant anymore. Being the youngest Cornelius was often picked on for being the ‘baby’ of the family and it didn’t help that the boy was already tender hearted to begin with. All of his brothers were rough and constantly throwing each other around and all Cornelius wanted to do was whatever his mother did. He loved his mother dearly and because of that his brothers granted him the pleasure of being called ‘mamma’s boy’. He never let them get him down though, he would simply kill them with kindness and occasionally run to his mommy when the bullying was especially horrible.

Eventually his brothers either found a position of power for themselves or married into a wealthy family. Cornelius on the other hand wanted nothing to do with power or politics and he didn’t want to just marry some girl because she was rich. He found a great skill in painting and wanted to do nothing more than paint or write all day, but of course his family wanted their son to be better than just a lowly artist. So, he played along and followed his father around to get an idea of what life would be like in his shoes and courted the finest ladies in the land.

It wasn’t until his mother got ill did he quickly find someone to marry, it was his mothers dream to see all her babies married off. While his future bride was beautiful, she wasn’t very smart and they didn’t quite care for each other, but it made his mother happy so he went through with it. Thankfully enough Cornelius was able to not only get married and become a powerful/wealthy man but he also was able to provide a set of twins as well before his mother finally passed on.

On his 28th birthday the life he pretended to love began to crumble. Two of his three children passed away during the ‘Black Death’ early that morning in their sleep. It was the worst pain he could ever image to experience, his screams could be heard throughout the city for hours until their bodies were taken away. Later that evening he walked in on his wife and brother sleeping with each other. While he didn’t truly love her and even knew about the affair it pained him to see. She was more concerned with sleeping with his brother than taking care of their deceased children. In a rage he fought his brother, demanded to divorce and left to drown his sorrows.


Cornelius was stumbling around the forest just outside the city, drunk and in pain. The only woman he ever truly loved passed away and wasn’t there to console him. The twins, that reminded him so much of his mother, are now dead and his whore of a wife would rather fuck his brother than tend to her broken family. To Cornelius, his life couldn’t get any worse. He lost his footing at the edge of a small cliff and went tumbling down, breaking bones and slashing his skin as he fell. He remembered looking at his broken arm after he finished falling and then he just blacked out.

The next morning he woke up perfectly fine. No broken bones, no scratches and certainly no hangover. Once he realized he had no idea where he was or how he got there, or how he was in such good health, he began to panic.

And then she walked in.

Laying his eyes upon her seemed to calm him instantly. She was breath taking and seemed to walk on air as she approached him. She explained to him where she found him and the state she found him. She claimed that Cornelius begged her to take his life, but she couldn’t do that. The woman said she saw potential in him and decided to instead save his life by making him immortal. Of course the explanation of her turning him into a Vampire didn’t sit well with Cornelius and he tried to flea, but the second he laid eyes on a human he felt this uncontrollable hunger wash over him. He realized that the words the mysterious woman spoke were true so he went back inside to face his new fate.

It was decided he couldn’t be around humans for awhile and that meant he couldn’t be around his daughter or wife anymore. He got his fill on blood and went to go see his wife, he told her to find someone she truly loved and if that was his brother than so be it…but he made sure his brother didn’t live to reunite with his wife. He told his daughter that he would come back for her when he was better, that he had the sickness that took her siblings away and didn’t want to make his remaining family sick. But, he never came back.

He fled with his sire, they fell in love, he painted beautiful canvases and they lived happily for awhile. During the witch trials in Salem his sire and now wife was accused of witchcraft and burned at the stake. Cornelius had no choice but to run, for the town believed that he was also a witch and he did not want to face the same painful death of his wife. So, like before he ran and continued to do so over the centuries.

Cornelius still hasn’t found his place to settle down just yet. He jumps from city, to city causing trouble and spilling blood wherever he goes. He enjoys ruffling the smooth feathers of the cities he visits, but he has decided that he needs to settle down and find a place to call home. His main desire is to start a Coven of his own and build it to be the strongest and most feared Coven of all. But for now, wreaking havoc will just have to do.

[CryoLilly]

Swooping in to reinforce the stereotype that all lawyers are soulless.

Spoiler: Cateline/Catherine 

Name: Cateline; Cat or Karine to those who are close to her, Catherine to those who don’t speak French

Age: 1240 or so; she was turned at 24, and remains as youthful as ever.

Description: High cheekbones and a pale, haughty face hint at Cateline’s noble heritage. Her hair falls in long black waves around her face, but she will occasionally sweep it over her head, leaving the right bare while her hair falls over her left shoulder. She has piercing grey eyes, often accompanied by eyeliner that “could kill.” She is equally at home in a professional three-piece suit with stilettos as in a leather jacket and skinny jeans with combat boots (although the latter is far less common these days). Occasionally, she even wears a gown or cocktail dress. Her lips, usually wine stained, are typically curled upward in a smirk. Slender and 5’7, Cateline is hot, and she damn well knows it; confidence oozes from her every pore, particularly in the courtroom. She keeps the nails on her left hand long enough to scratch, while she closely trims those on her right.

Cateline has taken to an assortment of tattoos as the years go on. Most are hidden beneath her clothing, but she does sport a regularly visible tattoo of two nondescript burgundy dots a centimeter or two apart on her left wrist. Her upper left arm is covered by a half sleeve of rose vines which travel over her shoulder and down the left side of her back. Her right thigh carries a purple and black watercolor cat. She has a few others; small and artistic pieces scattered elsewhere, but each strategically placed so as to be hidden easily.

Personality: Haughty, arrogant, and a “total bitch” have all been ascribed to Cateline, the later so much that she has begun to take it as a compliment. She is cold and ruthless for the most part, even occasionally sardonic and cruel, but she certainly has soft spots. Close friends and those to whom she owes respect find Cateline to be a loyal ally and capable of extraordinary kindness and humility. She simply prefers to keep those around her at arm’s length. Call it caution from living a millennium. Life is short, at least for others, and Cateline doesn’t relish the pain that losing someone to whom she is attached can so easily cause. There are only a few people who have Cateline’s love and/or respect: Her queen, Alisiandra; a woman who she considers her sister, who’d helped her through her turn and worked with Cateline and her first mistress; her cat. Occasionally, children can bring out the kindness in her as well.

She is relatively tidy and ordered, but her own mess bothers her less than those of others. Simply put, she likes to be in control of her environment, at least for the most part. Most of her life revolves around her work at this point. Centuries of boredom and free time has driven her to the opposite lifestyle, entirely focused, sometimes even to the point of neglecting self-care. It only adds to her appearance of arrogance and coldness. She does indulge in occasional nights out at prestigious clubs and bars, but she typically does so for the express purpose of ending up in someone’s bed.

Likes: Wine; Philosophy and Reading; Sex (with anyone, really); Coffee; Cats; Music; Being in Control
Dislikes: Being underground or deep underwater; Losing people (more of a fear); Emotions; Messiness/Sloppiness; Stupidity and rashness in others

Job: Lawyer, on retainer for the covenant, but also a renowned attorney in most any field. With 6 J.D. degrees and 2 PhDs in philosophy and Law across 5 countries, she dominates inside and outside the courtroom. She owns property across the globe, allowing her to travel often, and easily.

Strengths: Wit and intelligence are among some of Cateline’s greatest strengths, along with her ruthlessness and martial training, it creates a dangerous picture.
Weaknesses: She sees any attachment to others as weakness, and thus, it often is. At the same time, her refusal to get close to people leaves her vulnerable, as she’ll often stubbornly go through trouble alone.
Weapon: While she is adept at many forms of fighting, and owns an array of weaponry, in a real fight, Cateline prefers to fight tooth and claw, hand to hand.

Bio: Cateline was born around the rise of Charlemagne in what became modern day France. Her family belonged to a noble house of middling power. Her father was odd for the times, and extremely protective of her. He refused to marry her off until she was 20, at which point, he could no longer refuse to do so. Cateline was married to a wealthy and powerful man, 20 years her elder. She felt no love for him, but followed the will of her father, and later her husband. A few years and a child into their marriage, after a ball where a strange man had urged her to dance (and her husband had oddly acquiesced) she fell gravely ill. After a year of struggling for her life, Cateline succumbed. When she next awoke, she was trapped in pitch darkness, a deep hunger burning within her.

She screamed and clawed at her prison, hunger consuming her every thought for what felt like days on end until the coffin, for that was her prison, was pried open. Upon laying eyes on the living being who’d freed her, she savagely tore into his flesh, draining the man of blood. Only after did she realize that he’d been sent to recover her, feed her. Her new mistress awaited her at the gate of the cemetery. After a century of service, she was allowed to go free. Her first act as a free woman (vampire?) was to hunt down her remaining relatives. She destroyed every remnant of her family, ruthlessly hunting them all down. She no longer remembers why. Only after she’d completed her quest, did she realize that she had nowhere to go. So, she returned to her old mistress, entering into her service once more. During that time she had a partner and mentor with whom she grew very close. By the end of their time together, the two were practically sisters. However, by the 15th century, it was time for a change. For the next few centuries, she traveled where she could, imploring known intellectuals to teach her, reading works by great authors, trying to take part in history. She eventually lost contact with her friend, but Cateline does not regret leaving. It was something she had to do, knowing that she'd never have grown to be more than a killer in her old role.

Cateline took part in feminist movements whenever they arose, tired of her lifestyle. She protested, resisted, overthrew, and simply took a part in history whenever she was able. She took part in the French revolution, she moved to the Americas and did everything she could there. In the mid 1870s, she was inspired by women graduating from law school, and became a student herself. It was at this time that she finally fell into her element. She became a lawyer, and when it became suspicious that she wasn’t aging, she moved, built a new life. She fell in with the covenant by the early 1900s, and as she grew in prestige, she found her use in the covenant, as the woman who could resolve any legal issues they faced. Loopholes, tax exemptions, etc. if there is a chink in the law, Cateline has found it, and exploited it.

[The Texan Queen]

I think I'm going to wait until the night is closer to the 'festivities' for Cornelius to make his grand entrance.

[The Texan Queen]

Hey.

Still here, just DROWNING. School is so intense this semester I didn't even see it coming, I'm taking FEWER classes than last semester and I feel like I'm taking more. I'm behind in things in RL because school takes up all of my time, so RPA is on the back burner at the moment.

I still want to be apart of this very RP very, very much. I'm just struggling to find a free moment and when I do I literally just sit in a bubble bath or talk to my husband (who just got extended on his deployment, yay -.-). I'm sorry I have disappeared, RL just loooooves to kick my ass. My professors have told me that after midterms (next week) things should be slowing down and I pray that it's true lol.

[Keiwanis]

I have free time! And have been looking for a good RP to get back into the game! I'll post my character sheet here shortly!

[Keiwanis]

Name: Ezra Lemore

Age: 31. Turned at 21 and carries that appearance to this day. It's been about 10 years since.

Description: Fairly light complexion with dark, slightly unkempt brown hair that sticks straight up after a night's rest. Sharp blueish green eyes that blend into a deep and shifting purple when employing hypnosis. Sharp eyebrows that often furrow down as often as deep thought or problem-solving require it."Toned" would suit his physical frame more appropriately than "muscular," with a height just slightly taller than average.

Ezra's wardrobe could possibly fall between the categories of "lazy" and "well-kept," since both are often present in his get-ups. In terms of most common, you can find him wearing an untucked dress-shirt, a loose cardigan or sweater, and slim-jeans or khakis. When required, he can dress up appropriately for the occasion. Ezra has always found quite the fascination for the bowtie.


Personality: Ezra is caring, cautious to overstep boundaries, and eager to offer a hand. However, new situations and people put a damper on his willingness to speak or offer his insights. It is when he is with those he is most comfortable with (i.e fellow covenant members and friends) that he truly loosens up. He is extremely loyal to those he considers friends and will stick by them almost to a fault. That being said, he is also an extremely focused person, and exerts himself in every possible way to finish a job once he has committed his services.

This sense of duty also carries over into his loyalty to the covenant. Ezra is not swayed by money, glory, or power. A irrepressible sense of honour to his promises keeps him untainted by the rot of corruption. Death would have to come before betrayal.

Despite his commitment to his work and his covenant, Ezra is a firm believer that play is just as important as work. He is an avid gamer and enjoys all kinds of media, entertainment, and recreation.

A weakness of his is a tendency to let his heart do the thinking, especially when a girl is involved. Infatuations are quite consuming to him, with or without any reciprocation.

Likes:
-Being with friends
-Video games
-The good feeling after a productive day
-Cute girls
-Standing up for his beliefs
-TV show marathons
-Windy days

Dislikes:
-Secret disloyalty
-Sad goodbyes
-Pushy people
-Greed
-Bloodlust

Position/job: Private Detective: Specializing in finding missing persons and uncovering drug rings or human trafficking operations. Also does freelance from time to time.

Strengths:
-Hypnosis: Ezra's specialty is to ability to bend mortal's wills to his own or make them spill any information he may need. This has proved essential in his work as a detective.
Although potent on mortals, Ezra has found that Vampires are a little more resistant and therefore it can kind of be a hit or a miss depending on their mental fortitude. The younger the vampire, the easier.
Not that he ever has had reason to use it on his fellow vampires anyway.

-Keen senses: Although it is a common trait among Vampires, Ezra's senses of sight and smell especially are very acute.

Weaknesses:
-Girls: He's a hopeless romantic. Enough said.

-Human Empathy: With the new times, Ezra is one of the many vampires who carry no desire to return to the old ways of human-hunting. He holds instead an empathy for the human race and with it a desire to keep the peace between them and his vampire brothers and sisters. This can lead to conflict with those who believe differently.

-Inexperienced fighter: While Ezra has traveled considerably despite his age, he has never had much formal training in the art of combat. He has the body strength and sheer will to hold his own, but it is without much grace.


Weapon: A small .45mm pistol he keeps hidden away. It hasn't seen a lot of action but he keeps it on him just in case things go sour before he can talk his way out of it.



Bio:
"So what do you want to do once you have your degree?" she asked.

"I dunno... I mean when I was a kid I really dreamed of the whole detective thing, right? So... Why not that? It still interests me, the whole crime thing," Ezra replied.

"Yeah? That would be cool. You gonna wear the whole trench coat-fedora get-up? That would be cute."

"Oh yeah, you'd love that wouldn't you?" Ezra grabbed a pillow off the couch and threw it directly at her face. She barely threw up her arms in time, deflecting his attack and sending the pillow over and onto the floor behind her. "But yeah. That's the plan for now I guess."

She smiled for instant, then became incredibly quiet and stared at the floor, brow furrowing in thought. The whole apartment became deathly silent, until suddenly she looked back up into Ezra's eyes, face pulled into an uncharacteristically grave expression.
"Ezra, we don't keep secrets from eachother, right?"

Startled by the suddenness of the question, Ezra chuckled uncomfortably. "Yeah, of course."

"And we want what's best for eachother too, right?... Like, if one of us found something amazing, we'd want to share it with the other one, wouldn't we?"

"Did you find a weird show that you like or something?"

"Ezra please just answer the question," she said with a frown.

"...Okay, well yeah. Yeah I think so. That's what you do when you're dating, right?"

She was quiet for a moment, then with one swift motion moved over to sit beside Ezra, not taking her eyes off of his. Placing a hand on his chest, she leaned in just slightly.
"Ezra, what if I told you there was something out there so much better for you than you can imagine? What if I told you I found something amazing that I want you to have, but I can't tell you what it is? Would you take it?"

"What are you talking abou-"

"Would you take it, yes or no?"

"Yes? Yes I would! Now what are you-"

"Good," was all she said before planting her lips firmly onto Ezras. His head dipped back in surprise from the kiss at first, but then allowed himself to enjoy the affection and kissed her back. He raised a hand to cup her face, only to feel salty tears dripping down her cold, clammy cheek. Cold? Why was she so cold? Now that he thought of it, he lips were cold too; not so much freezing, but void of all body heat. Was she sick?

Before he could further wonder, her mouth moved slowly down his jaw to his neck, kissing gently all the way. Just as she got to the lower section of his neck, her last kiss stayed firmly planted, and Ezra suddenly felt a sharp prick like two needles piercing his flesh. Her teeth sunk deep into his flesh and released a steady stream of dark, rich blood.

Realizing what she was doing, Ezra began to struggle and tried to kick away from her, but her armed locked defensively around his neck and she clamped onto him with an iron grip. The more he struggled, the harder it became to stay conscious as he felt his literal life energy seep out of him. All he could see was the ceiling above him, with a dark black fog closing in slowly around him. All seemed to slow down as his muscles relaxed and he sunk defencelessly into the sofa, blood slowly being sucked dry by the girl on top of him; the girl he had loved.

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When he next woke up, she was gone. The room was dark.
He was still alive. But he felt different; changed. Something had happened.
But what?

[The Texan Queen]

???

[Repent!]

@The Texan Queen; @Mysteria;

Still waiting on input for co.

[The Texan Queen]

Shit! I totally forgot. Send me the link to the thing again!