A Covenant Betrayed -OOC {M} {Recruiting}

[Dead Empty]

Name: Dain Eckland

Description: Dain stands just slightly above average height and keeps himself fit and trimmed. His dark hair is generally kept at roughly half finger length. A pair of silvery eyes peer intelligently out at the world with naturally long eyelashes give them a soft finish. A long scar runs the length of his jawline from under his right ear to the middle of his chin.

Several tattoos adorn his pallid skin.

Spoiler: Shoulders 

Spoiler: Ribs 

Spoiler: Back 

Personality: Dain is pretty laid back, most of the time. He's sarcastic, relaxed, and flirtatious with the ladies. While he understands the hierarchy and when not to push buttons, he tends to push the envelope. But make no mistake, Dain's personality can turn on a dime if someone makes a real threat against his coven. While Dain is more than capable of defending himself, the sanctity of his home is not something to be trifled with. He's not cruel, but he will drop someone who threatens the safety of those he calls family.

Likes:

• The Hunt

• Real Blood

• Women

• Fighting

• Reading

• Anime

• Music

• Languages

• Fire

Dislikes:

• Threats to his coven

• Boredom

• Not Having Internet

• Cats

• Swimming

Position/job: Dain does pretty well as an investor. He owns several rental properties in America, as well as stock trading. This gives him freedom to spend his days, or nights, doing what he feels like doing.

Strengths:

• Fit and Experienced Fighter

• Intelligent

• Connections

• Personally Well Off

Weaknesses:

• Quick Tempered

• Distrusting

• Enochlophobia

• Monstrous Consumption

• Obsessive Compulstive

Weapon:

Spoiler: Pair of Daggers 

On his person at all times, Dain's daggers are his weapon of choice for close combat when his fists can't get the job done. Kept very sharp, the ancient viking replication is a nod to Dain's biological heritage.

[hide=Pair of Firearms](image to come)

Bio: (More to come)

[Dead Empty]

Name: Dain Eckland

Total Age: 299 Years and 11 Months, appears to be late twenties/early thirties

Description: Dain stands just slightly above average height and keeps himself fit and trimmed. His dark hair is generally kept at roughly half finger length. A pair of silvery eyes peer intelligently out at the world with naturally long eyelashes give them a soft finish. A long scar runs the length of his jawline from under his right ear to the middle of his chin.

Several tattoos adorn his pallid skin.

Spoiler: Shoulders 

Spoiler: Ribs 

Spoiler: Back 

Personality: Dain is pretty laid back, most of the time. He's sarcastic, relaxed, and flirtatious with the ladies. While he understands the hierarchy and when not to push buttons, he tends to push the envelope. But make no mistake, Dain's personality can turn on a dime if someone makes a real threat against his coven. While Dain is more than capable of defending himself, the sanctity of his home is not something to be trifled with. He's not cruel, but he will drop someone who threatens the safety of those he calls family.

Likes:

• The Hunt

• Real Blood

• Women

• Fighting

• Reading

• Anime

• Music

• Languages

• Fire

Dislikes:

• Threats to his coven

• Boredom

• Not Having Internet

• Cats

• Swimming

Position/job: Dain does pretty well as an investor. He owns several rental properties in America, as well as stock trading. This gives him freedom to spend his days, or nights, doing what he feels like doing.

Strengths:

• Fit and Experienced Fighter

• Intelligent

• Connections

• Personally Well Off

Weaknesses:

• Quick Tempered

• Distrusting

• Enochlophobia

• Monstrous Consumption

• Obsessive Compulsive

Weapon:

Spoiler: Pair of Daggers 

On his person at all times, Dain's daggers are his weapon of choice for close combat when his fists can't get the job done. Kept very sharp, the ancient viking replication is a nod to Dain's biological heritage.

Spoiler: Pair of Firearms 

Simple. Efficient. Balanced. The Beretta 92FS is accurate, sturdy, and reliable. When a pair of knives don't get the job done, Dain's handguns usually do.

Bio: (More to come)

[EloraGuinivere]

Ohhh, I've been waiting for a good chance to jump back into some roleplaying and I think I've found it!

CS to be worked on shortly. I have an online exam due at midnight.

[Adora Bell]

Name:
Holly Liana Williams

Age:
Holly was turned at age 20, although she has often been told she looks younger than she does. Having been turned a mere 5 years ago she should now be 25.

Description:
Holly stands around 5'4" with a slim figure. She wouldn't be called skinny, but slender would be an accurate term. Soft and slightly curvy, she's still self conscious about her bust and hips, thinking that she should be more beautiful now that she's immortal, and worries that she can't even get a date let alone lure in a meal should she have to.

Her face is slightly square, with big green eyes and a smattering of freckles across her nose. Straight, wispy, dark blonde hair frames her face, worn with a side parting and bangs that fall around chin length to frame her face. The rest falls straight to the middle of her back, and to liven it up a bit she has various coloured dyes in the ends, extending up to her shoulders, and the very tips of her bangs. Currently they are a bright pink.

Holly often wears oversized shirts and skirts, or sundresses, trying to not draw attention to her waist and accentuate her bust. She does have a love for shoes though, and her shoe collection is second to none.

Personality:
Holly has always been very shy and introverted. Never without a book in hand, she has also developed quite the passion for writing and for gaming, both video games and more traditional board and pen and paper games.

Despite being the type of person who feels alone in the middle of a crowd, she has a happy, bubbly personality when she actually comes out to socialise with others. Always able to find a positive in any situation, despite the ability being called annoying or exasperating half the time, she hates dwelling on the negative, and negative people are her antithesis- she just can't understand the mentality of having one bad thing completely ruin an otherwise good day.

Holly is also very creative, to the extent she has very little common sense, and her quarters are in constant disarray. She has two long desks in her suite, one covered in papers from her pen and paper game designing and creative writing pursuits and one that houses her powerful computer she uses for graphic design and gaming. Posters for games, and beautiful digital art cover the walls of her "parlour" room, and above the bookshelves that line the walls in her bedroom, many of which she has made herself. Being a hopeless fantasy fan she is still coming to terms with being an actual vampire, and the many differences between the literature and the reality.

Position/job:
Holly works for a local game company as a graphic artist and voice actress for a very popular online game. It pays quite well, and she has license to work from home a lot, which works for her to keep odd hours. When she's not working on work projects she sells her art online and is starting to get increasingly more work as a voice actress outside of games.

Strengths/weaknesses:
Holly's strengths are her positivity and her creativity. Always able to find a silver lining, and to encourage others she can be an, almost annoying, force of happiness.

Her weaknesses are predominantly her shyness. Getting her to actually come out of her room can be hard at times, and finding her voice to speak her mind is also difficult. She's also not great with any form of self defence, and large crowds scare her.

Weapon:
None

Bio:
Holly grew up in the modern era. She was a bright child, the only one to her mother, a single mum but they were happy. They lived together with Holly's nan, and both her Nan and her mum owned a high class restaurant that her Nan had built from scratch and her mum now ran.

Being bright, Holly was put through the private schools in her area, after the public ones did nothing but use her as an unpaid teacher aide, refusing to put her up a year or find work suitable for her mind. Life went on perfectly, until her teenage years.

Everyone has that one rebellious period that they regret, and Holly was no different. Sneaking out to joyride and drink with boys, then moving to bringing random boys back to hers to sneak them in for...pleasures of the flesh. By all rights that's when she should have been turned. But all that happened was some home drama, and getting herself back on the straight path to design school, where she got accepted early, skipping her final year of high school.

College was great, top of her classes she was practically head hunted to work for the game company she works for now. Her art being displayed in her family's restaurant may have also helped, as may her online channel for recording herself reading books aloud, dissatisfied with the actual audiobooks for her favourite novels. However it came to be, halfway through her final year she was given a contract to start as soon as grades were released. Going out to celebrate with friends she had only had a glass of alcohol before going to get water from the end of the bar. Half an hour later and her memory of the night ends, only to wake to searing pain and a hotel room with a note and a packet of donor blood in the mini at fridge.

The note at first she thought was a joke. Apologising for making her a vampire and telling her the precautions necessary for her new life it also listed what it called Covenants, listing a few addresses. Whomever it was who turned her had also left her clothes, a long sleeved shirt, pantyhose, a cute skirt and an umbrella. Laughing it off she had opened the curtains to be met with pain and the smell of burning. Quickly shutting them she had re read the note donned the clothes and scurried home. For months she tried to make it work, covering up even in the dead of summer, choosing and dashing to the shadiest spots to get to class. Eventually she took to going before dawn and staying working on projects til after dusk. Dodging between class buildings was easier without actually needing to go to the more open areas to find food.

Before long though her flatmates asked pointed questions about her health and eating habits, and she couldn't lie anymore to them. It hurt too much to not confide in them as much as they wanted her to, and seeing their concern everyday and not be able to assuage it was awful for her. Fishing out the note she had gone to the first address on the list, which also happened to be the closest, becoming one of the newest members of the Covenant. That had been five years ago.

[EloraGuinivere]

Name: Winifred Turner (Winnie, so that she does not date herself)

Age: 118, with the immortal body of a twenty-three year old

Description: While Winnie maintains a shorter stature of 5'3, she is a force to be reckoned with; toned biceps can be seen rippling while she is hard at work, and she has an agility about her that could only come from decades upon decades of practice. A light dusting of freckles covers her olive face, whereas most of her shoulders, arms and back are covered more densely with them. Her mousy brown hair falls around her and rests her chest, though when she is active she has it pulled back in a loose bun. Her eyes, while hazel, will almost always shine more on the green side during most of the year. Her lips look as if they could have been molded with smooth pink clay, and she takes pride in making them her most prominent feature with the right shade of lipstick. Winnie can often be found with her nail beds a little on the dry side and flecks of paint in her hair or on her clothing.

Winnie delights in wearing a brown leather jacket that she made for herself several years back. In fact, there are several items in her wardrobe made of leather or fur hides which she pieced together herself (with or without the help of a certain fashion designer in the covenant...). Out in public she is likely to be seen wearing light, airy fabrics of blacks and pastels. When she is in her own space, however, she has a pair of denim overalls that she uses to keep her other clothes clean. Though she has no need for spectacles anymore, it is still a habit of hers to wear a pair of frames so that she can feed her habit of pushing them up the bridge of her nose.

Spoiler: Winifred 

Personality:

Helpful | Motivated | Secretive

Before her life was changed forever, Winnie never would have described herself as a lively individual. On the contrary, she was reserved, disciplined, and hardworking. Once she became what she is now however, she came to the realization that her straight laced life would soon become old fashioned. She opened up, branched out, and her personality unwound itself to give her a more friendly, sassy demeanor which she maintains today.

She still has a sense of duty about her, and she believes firmly that a happy life only comes through hard work. Whether this is through her trades or helping others, she does what she can to remain busy. It can be noted that those who know her know that she always has some sort of project going on. Her hurried steps can be heard throughout the manor of the Covenant if people are listening close enough.

Having come from a background knowing what rebellious vampires are capable of, Winnie is always wary and listening to those around her. Should someone say something suspicious, she would hold onto that information and use it as she saw fit, whether that be to use as a tool for manipulation or to pass onto those who could get it to the top to Queen Alisiandra.

While Winnie enjoys social gatherings, balls, banquets and the like, she is always happy to retire to her room with her easel and brushes, or to the woods with a hunting knife, a rifle and the sounds of the trees billowing around her.

Likes/Dislikes:

Likes:

-The feeling of a tool in her hand
-Art galleries and museums
-Painting (including spattering paint everywhere in an angry fit)
-Puns
-People who pose for her
-Nature

Dislikes:

-Classism
-Laziness
-Arrogance
-Being cold
-Thanklessness
-Films with necessary graphic violence

Position/job: Winnie's primary income is as a successful painter, though when she finds time she still has a trade in leatherworking.


Strengths/weaknesses:
Strengths: Hard worker, though still with an easygoing personality. Knows her way around a variety of weapons. Loyal and kind to those loyal and kind in return. Willing to help if she sees fit.
Weaknesses: Distrusting—holds onto the past too much. Slightly old fashioned. Self preserving. Nagging. Sometimes too curious for her own good.

Weapon: A hunting knife, or her leatherworking tools which are usually on hand

Bio:

Winnie came from a poor family in England—her father had died of smallpox when she was just a child, so she went with her mother who was a maid in a large manor similar to the House of De'Marqiue. The head of the household was kind to those in his care, which was very different from the prestigious others with him.

At the age of 15, tragedy struck when Winifred's mother was found in one of the Lords' rooms—pale, lifeless, and frozen in terror. She was never told what had happened to her dear mother, though later in her life she would know exactly what forces took her away from this world. Winnie was allowed to stay in the manor under the presumption that she was to serve in her mother's place. She did so with haste and enthusiasm, fearful and watchful of the many eyes scrutinizing her.

The growing girl worked hard, but also found time to escape into the woods where she hunted small creatures to take their hides; during the winter months her increasingly masterful leatherworking skills helped the servants in their freezing quarters stay warm and well. As she grew into a young woman, more and more often she was told of how beautiful she was becoming, just like her mother. "Just like her mother" would become a phrase that would come to make her hair stand on end.

Yet another murder occurred—this time, the head of the household. While she knew the situation was egregious, she simply did not understand the turmoil the manor was put through. Many shady unfamiliar faces passed through the estate. Yelling and crashing could be heard on some nights. And worse yet, some of the eyes that watched her as a child began to creep closer. Winnie knew a secret lied within this manor—a secret that those who bore it remained silent, and those who knew it omitted any utterings of it due to fear. A new head was chosen, one who turned her blood cold whenever he gazed upon her, telling her that she looked just like her mother.

The tenseness in the manor came to a peak when she was just twenty three; on a stormy night, blood was shed. Winifred was now piecing together just who she was serving. Rebellious men and women, thirsty for insurrection—thirsty for blood. She ran for the new head of the household, fearful, wanting answers and protection. She found him in his study, weakened from an attack. When Winnie rushed to his side to help him, he smiled eerily at her. "You really do look just like her," he whispered, grabbing a hold of her collar and pulling her neck to his lips, where sharp teeth punctured and sank in without hesitation. The last thing she remembered on that day in 1898 was the sound of the door being thrust open, as monstrous insurgents came in to end the life of the one draining hers.

Cold, ridged glass was the first thing she felt when she awoke. The entire manor was abandoned, leaving the young woman and the evidence of the rebellion that had taken place. Winnie already knew what she was—the thirst she felt had already proven it. With the cover of night she fled, seeking shelter in the forest she was so familiar with. Small animals were hardly enough to quench her thirst, and she sought the guidance of others like her to teach her how to live.

Winnie spent years in small towns on the borders of wooded areas; she refused to ever take a life unless she absolutely had to, which she did on multiple occasions. She learned to quell her thirst and instead live off of animal blood, where she then took their hide to turn it into leather to make a living. As the Victorian era came to a close and a more progressive one began, Winnie took on a second trade in painting, as the more wealthy people became, the more money they had to spend on the works of young artists.

As transportation became modernized, Winnie took her trades to other places before finding herself at the doorstep of the manor which she would make her stay at—however long it may be. She was warmly greeted by those inhabiting it and quickly found her niche as a well renowned artist and busybody roommate, but to this day she still keeps an eye out for anyone trying to break away and follow a path different from those who know better. Rebellion, even in a smaller form, could be anywhere at anytime, and Winnie would do whatever it takes to make sure blood was not unnecessarily shed.

[Mysteria]

I'll read through the char sheets as soon as I'm home and get a chance, glancing over them quickly though they look absolutely fantastic.

Elora, can you please add your chars ages? It was something we discussed in the ooc earlier before you arrived and I forgot to add it to the CS until I realized that you didn't have Winnie's ages listed.

I will be updating the list of accepted players later in the OP, for ease of access.

[EloraGuinivere]

Done and done ^.^ I had probably spaced it when glancing through the ooc, lol

[Sinderella]

You did it again, Mysti. This is rather captivating. I'll see what I can come up with, though I can't guarantee as to when a sheet may be finished. With having switched to thirds, I'm still in the process of attempting to sort out some semblance of a decent schedule. lol.

[Rha'az]

Mine will be finished in a few days. Give me time Mysti!

[ilax silverkin]

Name: Syphon

Age: looks-23 actually-2864 believed to be-1864

Description: Syphon has a cleft palate and a lean angular face with long black hair and dark blue eyes. he stands at 6' 11" with an athletic body.

Personality: Syphon is friendly and charming, and tries to get everyone around hime to like him so that he will be trusted by everyone, allowing him to carry out whatever he wants without suspicion. He is impatient and good at hiding his true feelings

Likes: Human blood, violence, action

Dislikes: Waiting, other covenants, manual labour

Position/job: Syphon owns a popular club from which he secretly deals drugs. The club also has a secret fight club in the basement which entrants pay to enter for a large cash prize if they win, he also makes money from the bets placed and has rigged the tournament so that his hired help always wins making it so he only has to pay a small portion of the cash prize instead of the whole thing.

Strengths: Syphon is manipulative and worms his way inside peoples minds so that he can bring them around to his way of thinking. He is physically strong and through his many years of living has learnt not to fear anything.

Weaknesses: Syphon plays his cards close to his chest so that his weaknesses remain hidden

Weapon: Black dagger and shuriken

Bio:Syphon was born mute and was told he would never be able to talk, outcast because of this and his cleft lip Syphon had to fend for himself from a young age. Learning the tricks of the street Syphon faked his death and became a ghost this was when he took up the name Syphon. Using his death and his new name he became the most notorious thief of the century a figure that was idolised by others in the criminal underworld.

After a few years of improving and mastering his skills Syphon set up an underground organisation of criminals who all paid him a cut of whatever they had earned that week, amassing a large amount of wealth through this Syphon decided to take higher risk jobs and ended up making enemies of some very powerful people, on the day of his 23rd birthday Syphon was attacked by these enemies it was at this time he found out they were vampires, captured and tortured for his wealth Syphon was left for dead while the vampires left to slaughter his organisation and claim all his wealth for themselves. Unknown to the vampires the fledgling they had left behind to clean up his body after he had died took sympathy upon Syphon and changed him into a vampire, during this transformation Syphon gained his voice, as way of thanks Syphon told the fledgling about a secret stash of gold he had planned to use to hire someone to kill the vampires if he had managed to escape but now in his new form he planned to kill them himself.

Thirsting for blood Syphon left and went to those who had originally betrayed him, his family. Terrified that their son was alive and on their doorstep they ran inside for help, chasing them down Syphon killed everyone in the manor including his baby brother who he never knew existed draining them all of blood, taking everything of value Syphon left town.

Using the wealth from his family he bought an estate on which he set up a new underground ring turning all who worked for him into vampires he sustained them by kidnapping people from surrounding towns and chaining them up in a feeding room, he told his followers not to kill them unless they got too old as it would be hard to keep replacing them without drawing suspicion to himself and them. Training his followers in the art of stealth and thievery he sent them out every night so they could amass a large wealth and become notable people in the town. Whole they did this he went out every night in search of those who killed him to which he had no luck until two centuries later by which time he had grown stronger, capturing them one by one he tortured them slowly for over a year each until finally plunging a stake into their hearts and burning their bodies.

A couple centuries later one of his subordinates got caught draining a woman in town and having been seen with Syphon around town before the population started hunting him and his friends, taking a few trusted and powerful vampires with him Syphon collected his wealth and left the country it was around this time Syphon learnt of the covenants and went to one of them looking for a place to live so he didnt have to start his life all over again. Lying about his and his friends ages he made them out to be 1000 years younger than they actually are.