NWoD: Chicago [NEW and OPEN as of 10-8-09]

[Amano Yoshi]

Chicago by Night:

Chicago, the windy city a nickname with appropriate double meaning, is nestled in the northern part of Illinois just south west from the tip of Lake Michigan. The city is filled with many people who dream dreams and have the worst of nightmares. This city has its share of corrupt politicians and vivacious, dangerous nightlife in which seekers wander through their day by day lives looking for something completely elusive. It’s a place of misery, death, and uncertainty. There is some hope left but all in all the surface casts complex, tainted shadows from its tall towers down onto a populace of made of frail human beings.

Mingled within the society humanity fosters is another older and stronger society that puppeteers much of what we believe to be our own government. The kindred court led by Prince Maxwell, the cabals of great sorcerer mages ,the seasonal courts of Changeling Kings and Queens, the moots of the Uratha, and other more devious and further removed superhuman creatures all exist in one place.

There are forces of great power that don’t even realize that other beings similar to themselves exist in this place, much how humans have lost the knowledge of whom their neighbors even are, it is no different with the Supernatural beings. The chances of meeting one another are as slim, but possible, as seeing the same man or woman in a subway station on a daily basis and finally deciding to talk to them. So too do racial tensions and hatreds become bred out of the knowledge passed on from sire to childe, and teacher to student. This is the way of mankind, why would it be any different for a superior race of beings with unnatural gifts?

This is the theme of Chicago. Every being is an individual with its own opinions. There is no reason for every kindred and every uratha to fight one another at first glance. Unless that individual holds a grudge for some offense the other party couldn’t possibly know about.

This is the chaos of Chicago, Welcome home.

What this RP is:

This is a forum RP based on the World of Darkness, produced by White-wolf. If you’re familiar with the world of darkness you may have a better experience in this RP. All themes from yaoi, yuri, romance, violence, corruption, etc. are welcome here. Themes of romance, of all kinds, and corruption are the most appreciated.

As for the theme and mood of the World of Darkness as a whole, just imagine the exact world we live in, set in Chicago, and make it a little bit moodier and darker. Add some gloom, a few more corrupted police officers, politicians, and people in general. Illegal drugs are easier to buy and in more steady supply. Despair is more abundant. Though hope shines out even brighter it is often times pulled back into the abyss of blackness surrounding all things in this world.

This RP is meant to be a literate, dark fantasy set in modern times.

[Amano Yoshi]

Playable Races within this thread:

Humans,
Hunters (So long as you realize that you must have permission from the player you’re trying to kill in order to actually succeed in that task.),
Vampires,
Werewolves (Uratha),
Mages,
Changelings,
Prometheans,
Geists (Ghosts)




New World of Darkness information:
Q:What do I do if I do not understand what the World of Darkness is, much less the “New” one?
A:Be sure to visit the below links to any of the main races courtesy of Wiki. It’s also advised that if you know nothing of World of Darkness that you MUST start with one of the base races.


Vampire: The Requiem

Werewolf: The Forsaken

Mage: The Awakening

Changeling: The Lost

Promethean: The Created

Hunter: The Vigil

Geist: The Sin-Eaters

[Amano Yoshi]

Roster A (Humans, Hunters, Vampires, and Uratha)

Player name: Amano Yoshi
Character name: Vincent White
Aliases: Scratch
Male/Female: Male
Race: Kindred
Clan/Tribe/etc.: Nosferatu
Affiliation: Ordo Dracul
Position: Seke
Character Description: Vincent, just like so many others of his clan, changed whenever he was embrace and he became inhuman in more ways than one. The Nosferatu blood that courses through him now made him a thing of beauty unbelievable. His skin is too glossy and marble-like. He almost appears as a walking porcelain doll of sorts. His appearance is coupled with an aura of dread and malice wherever he goes. He finds it difficult to feed because of this deformity and doesn’t stay where people can watch him for too long, or he disguises himself in more mundane ways besides the abilities granted to him by his discipline mastery of obfuscate. There are times that he disguises himself as a second Nosferatu known as “Scratch” to the kindred court in which he looks so repulsive and repugnant like the majority of his clan mates so that he may not be glanced at more than once as he goes about his business of peddling secrets, or even being hired to snuff out the unwanted element by the highest paying contractor. This persona of his is better known than the true being that goes by the name of Vincent, a pompous aristocrat who smiles with impish glee when his other name is mentioned.
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Player name: Kaze Dark
Character name: Reginald Marcus
Aliases: Black Wind, (His deed name), Reggie to friends.
Male/Female: Male
Race: Werewolf
Sub-Race: Iron Masters
Affiliation: Ithaeur (The Half Moon)
Position: Seme
Character Description: http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/Lilithson/Reggie.jpg

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Special Requests: None
RP Sample: Reggie came walking out of the apple store with disappointment on his face. Why was it he was always so poor. There was much to buy and so little time and money in order to get it bought in. He couldn’t stand this much longer, if he didn’t walk out of that store next time he entered it with a new laptop and an iPod he was going to throw up, probably turn to a life or crime in order to steal what he needed, or slit his own wrists. The worst part was when the young man who was asking him if there was anything he could do to help, and didn’t reciprocate when Reggie told him exactly how he could help his particular case of over excitement. Technology did that to him and if the sales boy couldn’t appreciate that fact mixed with such a pretty face and nice hindquarter then he was going to have to get over it.

Creature/Sub-Race/Affiliation/Etc. Quiz: I know a great deal about the Uratha, the tribes, the need for packs, and the Auspices. Don’t worry, I’ll stay away from the pure!


Player name: Algaliarep
Character name: Kevin J. McGillvary (which is the name of the host he has possessed, and consquently the name that he goes by most often on the mortal plane.)
Aliases: Kalial (it's less an alias, and more his name when he was an angel before the fall. It's the name I'll be using mostly when I refer to him as his demon self, whereas Kevin is what he'll be called while merged with the human.)
Male/Female: Male.
Race: Demon
Clan/Tribe/etc.: Scourge (Asharu)
Affiliation: Reconciler
Position: Now see, this is tricky. Kalial as himself is most assuredly Seme and straight, but the host he has possessed is undeniably uke and gay. It makes for an interesting mix of reactions to say the least.
Character Description: Kevin is perfect model material if one doesn't count his insane addiction to drugs and the fact that he's probably crawling with diseases. Afterall, you can't exactly pick how clean your bed partners are when they're paying. And boy did they pay. With his body as his only means of earning money to support his bad habits, Kevin kept himself in great shape by working out and exercising whenever he wasn't taking custom from the next piece of scum that picked him up off his street corner. Golden brown hair sits in short curls atop his head, and the vibrant green of his eyes is all natural. (since contacts are also way out of his budget.) a nice little picture of rentboy Kevin.
On the other hand, that's not the only form that Kalial has. As a demon, he also has an 'apocalyptic form' which he does his very best to keep hidden, lest his hideousness drive humans insane. Because the apocalyptic form of a demon is a mirror image of their true selves, Kalial's is a thing of grotesque deformity that even he can hardly bear to witness.

[Amano Yoshi]

Roster B (Mages, Changelings, Prometheans, Geists)

Player name: Fou-Lu Dynasty
Character name: Mark Greensboro
Aliases: Stripe
Male/Female: Male
Race: Changeling; Beast Seeming
Sub-Race: Hunterheart
Affiliation: Spring Court
Position: Seke
Character Description: Those that cannot pierce the veil into the realms of Fae see an attractive man in dark clothing, usually business suits as he’s a well respected business owner. He’s very clean cut and grooms himself meticulously. http://img2.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/4702f6128f8ec72384f0db447de15f8a1233628207_full.jpg
Those that can in fact pierce the veil and see what he truly is would see a tiger at playing a man. An upright standing bangle tiger complete with stripes and a very cat like head. The torso is shaped much like a man and fur covers his entire body. Claws adorn his extremities, and his piercing golden eyes seem to watch and understand the world in ways only animals can. http://blotch.artspots.com/image_sizes/0004/6921/Brahma_resized.jpg?1250401223


Player name: Prince Lyre
Character name: Gabriel Kincaid
Aliases: none
Male/Female: male
Race: Demon: Incubus (Defiler)
Sub-Race: N/A
Affiliation: None
Position: any and every
Character Description: Black hair, straight and cut choppy. The longest bits brush the shoulder. Fair skin. Slender but with a modest amount of muscle. 5'9" tall.


Player name: Algaliarep
Character name: Zacharias Cyril Winthrop
Aliases: Usually he just goes by Cyril, but those who know him on a more personal basis (the number of which he can count on one hand) call him Zack. When writing as him, I will most likely refer to him by Zach or Zacharias though. ^^
Male/Female: Male
Race: Mage
Sub-Race: Path - Arcanthus
Affiliation: Cyril is an apostate. His closest affiliations are with the Mysterium and the Free Council, but he prefers to work on his own.
Position: He's undecided at the moment. Whether that's from inexperience or lack of time to experiment outside his studies, I don't know yet. Need to know more about the past situation with Vincent before I decide on this as well.
Character Description: Cyril is a man that appears to be in his late twenties, though anyone who associates with him on a regular basis can tell you he's definitely older than that. (but hey, what's the use in studying time magic, if you can't work a little magic on the process of aging?) His dark black hair frames his face messily, offsetting his intense blue eyes nicely. Cyril is most often prone to wearing simple blue jeans and a t-shirt kind of clothing, since it's inconspicuous and keeps him from having to explain things to people. If he feels the need to be armed he just tosses on a jacket to help hide the extras. Zach also makes sure that he is always, always wearing some sort of timepiece on him. Whether a pocketwatch, a wristwatch, or some fist sized sundial sitting around in a backpack, it doesn't matter. In fact, he usually has multiple watches on him. It's almost like a fashion statement at times.
This particular mage doesn't rely solely on his magic. He's lived long enough to know you have to be prepared for anything and everything as much as you can. He knows many of his kind are too proud to learn more basic means of combat, but though Cyril is exceedingly proud, it's in part because he's smart enough to make sure he's ready for everything he can be. Cyril has taken lessons in hand to hand combat, in shooting guns, and in dueling with various older style weapons like swords and staves. Though most of his day is spent on magic studies, an hour every morning is set aside for warmups that include going over the different skills he's learned for fighting.
Cyril almost always looks serious nowadays, since he has little cause for laughter or smiling. In fact, many people would consider him downright grumpy if he actually spent more time around them. Lucky for most of the world, he's a bit of a hermit these days, his research keeping him busy.
Super sexy Cyril!

[Amano Yoshi]

Rules and Guidelines:

1. All parties within the RP are responsible for adhering to the TOS for GAIA.
2. IC fights should not last forever nor go on and on because neither player can hit the other.
3. If you are an old world of darkness player, it's time to get up to date. I do not want to see references from the old world of darkness, though if you're obsessed with werewolves I'll understand the occasional slip up for reasons only those that know what I'm talking about will understand.
4. Posting cannot commence until you have been approved for play. I’m sorry if this takes some time. I do have a life schedule involving work, etc.
5. Once an application is approved you are required to post your application so that others may see before you begin playing.
6. Special rules children such as half werewolf/vampires are completely prohibited.
7. Respect one another and agree to disagree at the very least.
8. Enjoy responsibly.

[Amano Yoshi]

The Application Form:

Player name:
Character name:
Aliases: (If your character goes by any.)
Male/Female: (The character, not you.)
Race:
Sub-Race: (Ex: Clans like Ventru, Daeva, Nosferatu, Mekhet, Gangrel. If you do not understand please ask.)
Affiliation: (Can be blank if you don't understand and you can be nuetral.)
Position: (Uke/Seme/Seke)
Character Description:
Special Requests: (You may request a special race not found within the world of darkness. For the sake of this RP you are discouraged from even asking and if you do find the need, you will be required to prove yourself by giving a VERY good sample of your RP capabilities and your understanding of how this sort of being might fit into the NWoD. Detail your special request here.)
RP Sample: (At least a paragraph. More if you are requesting a special race.)
Creature/Sub-Race/Affiliation/Etc. Quiz: (Just tell me if you know about the World of Darkness by White-Wolf gaming inc. Let me know if you are aware of New versus Old for that is the standard for this RP.)

[Amano Yoshi]

Example application with the owner's character:

Player name: Amano Yoshi
Character name: Vincent White
Aliases: Scratch
Male/Female: Male
Race: Kindred
Clan/Tribe/etc.: Nosferatu
Affiliation: Ordo Dracul
Position: Seke
Character Description: Vincent, just like so many others of his clan, changed whenever he was embrace and he became inhuman in more ways than one. The Nosferatu blood that courses through him now made him a thing of beauty unbelievable. His skin is too glossy and marble-like. He almost appears as a walking porcelain doll of sorts. His appearance is coupled with an aura of dread and malice wherever he goes. He finds it difficult to feed because of this deformity and doesn’t stay where people can watch him for too long, or he disguises himself in more mundane ways besides the abilities granted to him by his discipline mastery of obfuscate. There are times that he disguises himself as a second Nosferatu known as “Scratch” to the kindred court in which he looks so repulsive and repugnant like the majority of his clan mates so that he may not be glanced at more than once as he goes about his business of peddling secrets, or even being hired to snuff out the unwanted element by the highest paying contractor. This persona of his is better known than the true being that goes by the name of Vincent, a pompous aristocrat who smiles with impish glee when his other name is mentioned.

Special Requests: None for this character.
RP Sample: Vincent looked in on one of his favorite haunts and the dragon smiled to himself as he saw others of his own covenant sitting around waiting on him to arrive so that the festivities of their evening could commence. After a short pause he walked inside and scooted up next to one of the Gangrels who called herself ‘Raven’ a title he found amusing considering how many people out there in the world went by the same name. He asked her in coded words how her work with the coils of the dragon had recently been going and she answered in a way that they both understood to mean that she now could stay awake during the day regardless of the sun so long as she stayed indoors and prevented herself from catching flame.

Creature/Clan/Affiliation Quiz: Kindred, Nosferatu, Ordo Dracul; Kindred are what vampires call themselves. They were once human and they had their blood drained and replaced with vampire blood that reanimated them. They live out a solitary existence in which they do not trust one another as they scramble for power in the near ceaseless nights of their existence. Nosferatu are a clan of vampires sort of like a race that typically are considered social pariahs because of some sort of disfiguration that makes them seem less than human. The variations are less confined as they were in the old WoD system. The Ordo Dracul is an order of vampires that work to unveil the curse of vampirism like their leader the famous Dracula. He disappeared about four hundred years ago, but his followers continue looking for ways to calm their beast in the presence of fear and fire and stay awake during the day regardless of the forced need to sleep even indoors. They wrestle with their very nature with knowledge. I plan on using the Ordo Dracul from time to time in RP as if my character is off gallivanting or in conversation with NPC’s. Most likely it’ll be something mentioned to other characters as if he’d spent the night with his nose in a book during a study session that led to further enlightenment of his being.

[Amano Yoshi]

Locations in play:

Martini Park: Martini Park is an unprecedented combination of warm hospitality, highly-acclaimed cuisine, signature martinis and cocktails, and world-class design. Featuring live contemporary music nightly, this cutting edge concept combines a vibrant atmosphere with warm and friendly service to provide an unforgettable restaurant and entertainment experience. (Some Uratha have been known to relax at this lounge.)

Fulton Lounge: With a mix of delicious cocktails, modern lounge music and an upscale living room motif, Fulton Lounge is a sophisticated evening establishment situated in one of Chicago's most emerging neighborhoods. Located in Chicago's on-the-rise Fulton Market District, Fulton Lounge enjoys its position as a pioneer in an evolving community filled with local flavor, arts and culture. (The kindred court is found behind hidden doors within this richly decorated establishment.)

(All of these locations could be the hotspots of any race, there are no restrictions, but keep in mind there is little reason to break out into a fight just because you spot another one of the races that inhabit the WoD.)

*NOTE: More locations to be added as they come up in RP or as a need arises.

[Amano Yoshi]

Special Notes about the RP: We have maxed out on Demon RPers. Sorry for all you demon lovers. Pick something else, there are pleanty more races to be!

Storyline so far: Apparently a demon has made its way to Chicago, causing one of the more influential kindred to pursue control over him while keeping it hush-hush. Also, the Changeling court of Chicago is aware that more and more of their fellows are turning up as if they’d been brainwashed by something. That’s definitely going to make them up in arms.

Current Storyline: Free-for-all! (Do not be alarmed if there is nothing here. It just means that story is currently player driven.)

[Amano Yoshi]

Further details about the races in play:

Hunters: Those that hunt are simply that. They can be individuals who know too much and simply hunt.
Though there are several compacts that show a shared ideology with other hunters, not to mention backup. The Long Night, Null Mysteriis, Network Zero, The Union, The Ashwood Abbey, and The Loyalists of Thule are the typical compacts. They embody: Christians killing monsters for the second coming, Disproving the paranormal, Exposing Supernatural folk via the web, Neighbors protecting themselves from oppression (mainly monsters), Thrill seekers who want to experience it all, and Guilt-driven knowledge seekers that want to help the world with what they learn.
More dedicated or insane, depending on POV, hunters could be part of greater conspiracies. Task force: VALKYRIE, The Lucifuge, The Cheiron Group, Aegis Kai Doru, Ascending Ones, and Malleus Maleficarum are examples of these groups. They embody: Men in Black, “Children of Satan”, Monster killers seeking cures for cancer and more, Using ancient relics they hunt werewolves & mages for an ancient grudge, An ancient Egyptian cult turned Islamic using drugs to hunt monsters, and finally Secret enforcers of the Catholic Church.
Hunters powers include…. Using whatever kind of massive weapon they can get their hands on, or the use of anything from myths they believe to be true such as garlic and silver bullets.

Vampires: Daeva, Gangrel, Mekhet, Nosferatu, and Ventrue are the five parent clans of the Kindred, as they call themselves. These clans embody lust, wrath, darkness, fear, and control. The special powers associated with each clan: Majesty, Protean, Auspex, Nightmare, and Dominate.
The vampires have five organizations that are much like a belief system that they fall into called Covenants. The Carthian Movement, Circle of the Crone, The Invictus, The Lancea Sanctum, and the Ordo Dracul which means different things to different kindred. For the most part these covenants embody Democracy, Paganism, Monarchy, Catholicism, and Knowledge. Covenants are far more important to a kindred than the clan he’s been embraced by.
Kindred powers take many different shapes from changing or hiding one’s appearance, controlling other minds, controlling the minds of animals, Changing shape into wolves or bats, Making themselves appear so beautiful that no one would want to harm them, scaring the life out of someone, and so forth.

Werewolves: They are called Uratha and are divided into five auspices (phases of the moon they were born under). Rahu (full), Cahalith (gibbous), Elodoth (half), Ithaeur (crescent), and Irraka (new). These auspices embody Warriors, Seers, Diplomats, Occultists, and Scouts.
The Uratha also have five tribes that they belong to. The tribes are in a way like covenants, as they are chosen. Blood Talons, Bone Shadows, Hunters in Darkness, Iron Masters, and Storm Lords. These tribes embody or embrace Warriors, Spiritualists, Protectors, Technology, and Nobility. There is another tribe of wolves called Ghost Wolves who are far too independent to seek out a tribe, though every single werewolf needs a pack in order to survive.
The powers of werewolves resemble those of spiritual capabilities like generating fire by asking the spirit of fire to do so, also stopping the functionality of different technologies that are manmade, like guns and even knives if the Uratha is powerful enough. Natural spirits obey them when forced and the elders of the Uratha have the ability to call vast floods when absolutely necessary.

Mages: Mages are enlightened humans who have woken up to the truth of reality only they can comprehend. As a whole their mission is to enlighten the rest of the world. There are five paths of magic that a mage can walk down. Acanthus (Fate,Time), Mastigos (Mind, Space), Moros (Death, Matter), Obrimos (Prime, Forces), and Thyrsus (Life, Spirit). These paths are followed by types of mages we know classically speaking. Enchanters, Warlocks, Necromancers, Theurgists, and Shaman.
There are five orders to which the Awakened typically join. The Adamantine Arrow, Guardians of the Veil, The Mysterium, The Silver Ladder, and The Free Council. These orders embody Spiritual warriors, Conspirators, Magical Lore-masters, Reshapers of the world, and Modernism in new magic.
Powers of mages are focused but intense. They learn magical arts and spells that are specifically useful in different situations like throwing lightning bolts, making an entire block lose power, opening locked doors, sucking the life out of someone, and so forth. They must always be careful however, as doing spells that are beyond the mage calls forth monsters from the Abyss to enforce reality with only one thought on their minds, the blood of the caster.

Changelings: The Changelings were kidnapped from our world by the True Fae for a variety of purposes as unique as each changeling. They were usually replaced by something called a fetch, a being that looks like, acts like, and replaces the missing person. They can be trapped for years and years and find, when they return, that only days have passed. They are forever changed by their experiences in both mind and BODY. They are no longer human, but try with all their might to return to being such in futility. There are five types of Changelings that branch out further into kiths. They are Beasts, Darklings, Elementals, Fairest, Ogres, and Wizened. They embody Animals, Shadow, Raw Nature, Beauty, Violence, and Crafters.
They have four main courts that they ascribe to. Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. The courts embody Desire, Wrath, Fear, and Sorrow. Depending on the amount of Changelings in a city there may be different seasonal courts in which the Kings and Queens of each court relinquish their crown to the next season’s Rulers. This varies, but all Changelings are accepted into a communal place of defense called a Freehold, a place that is held fast and at all costs against the intrusions of the True Fae, onto the real world, or traitorous bounty hunters.
Changelings have powers called pacts, in which they must do a favor for an essence in which will do a favor in return. Being able to climb flat surfaces because it is night, or losing a pursuer at any crossroad, or having spiked armor grow from one’s skin after planting a rose on a sunny day, are the types of powers Changelings have.

Prometheans: Created by alchemy, the Prometheans are soulless beings given life by Pyros, the divine fire. They all pursue the great work of alchemy to gain a soul and the perfect human body. There are five lineages from which a Promethean is created. Frankensteins, Galateids, Osirans, Tammuz, and Ulgan. These lineages embody: Wretched sewn together corpses, Muses made from the corpses of beautiful people, 13 pieces segmented and one thrown away just as the god, Golems, and A destroyed corpse sewn together and raised as Riven.
There are five Refinements in which the Prometheans pursue in alchemy. Once they have decided on this philosophy they pursue Aurum, Cuprum, Ferrum, Mercurius, or Stannum. They embody Gold & mortality, Copper & self, Iron & body, Quicksilver & pyros, Tin & Torment.
The power a Promethean has is broken down into alchemical abilities called Transmutations. (No Edward Elrick’s here, this is REAL alchemy.) Abilities like increased strength and stamina, mesmerizing appearance, coming back to life, Permanently altering one’s appearance, dissolving any substance, Regeneration, turning flesh to stone, and many others.

Geists: They are quite literally, ghosts. They gave up their mortal identities in order to become an embodiment of the ideas and imagery that was their death. (This supplement is very new to the NWoD and so I don’t know much about it. If someone opts to play one, I’m sure we can come up with some rules that will work in context.

…. Demons: Demons were not included in the changeover from old and new world of darkness. They were heralds of the end of days for the old setting, literally. There are 2 players of this race and there are to be no others.
General rules – Demons require human host bodies to exist on earth and stay free from the Abyss. There are two ways to kill a demon. First kill or separate it from the host, then another demon devours it’s ‘soul’. Second, the inquisition has a ritual that will un-make demons with high torment. Demons have themes and sub-races like Defiler, Devil, Devourer, Fiend, Malefactor, Scourge, and Slayer. (Figure out what fits.)
Demons only have power if they have followers. To gain followers you must prove to humans that you are an angel, usually by the use of a power. This is meant to gain a faithful follower which will worship you and grant you power from their faith. They know you’re real, have faith that you’re real, and have faith in heaven and hell along with the sweet promises you’ve made to them if they stay loyal. A common promise, regardless of intent to keep, is preventing the worshiper from hell, or granting beauty, health, and youth.
Healing and Harming people tend to be the demons weapons along with nightmares and corruption style powers.

Other: Should there really be other races in this game? I think this is enough….

[Amano Yoshi]

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[Amano Yoshi]

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[Calinthe]

I've been given permission to post this approved application and start on a post! The opening of the post will be the same as the RP sample I've given here because that's what I wrote it for.

Algaliarep

Player name: Algaliarep
Character name: Kevin J. McGillvary (which is the name of the host he has possessed, and consquently the name that he goes by most often on the mortal plane.)
Aliases: Kalial (it's less an alias, and more his name when he was an angel before the fall. It's the name I'll be using mostly when I refer to him as his demon self, whereas Kevin is what he'll be called while merged with the human.)
Male/Female: Male.
Race: Demon
Clan/Tribe/etc.: Scourge (Asharu)
Affiliation: Reconciler
Position: Now see, this is tricky. Kalial as himself is most assuredly Seme and straight, but the host he has possessed is undeniably uke and gay. It makes for an interesting mix of reactions to say the least.
Character Description: Kevin is perfect model material if one doesn't count his insane addiction to drugs and the fact that he's probably crawling with diseases. Afterall, you can't exactly pick how clean your bed partners are when they're paying. And boy did they pay. With his body as his only means of earning money to support his bad habits, Kevin kept himself in great shape by working out and exercising whenever he wasn't taking custom from the next piece of scum that picked him up off his street corner. Golden brown hair sits in short curls atop his head, and the vibrant green of his eyes is all natural. (since contacts are also way out of his budget.) a nice little picture of rentboy Kevin.
On the other hand, that's not the only form that Kalial has. As a demon, he also has an 'apocalyptic form' which he does his very best to keep hidden, lest his hideousness drive humans insane. Because the apocalyptic form of a demon is a mirror image of their true selves, Kalial's is a thing of grotesque deformity that even he can hardly bear to witness.
Special Requests: Well, having a demon character all on it's own is a special request of sorts. I suppose having the demonic lore of his species is just a part of that. ^^ I suppose like all Scourge, he should be able to heal with his right hand, and harm with his left.
RP Sample: Time in the Abyss passed slowly, torturously. Kalial had no way of knowing how long it had been since he had last surfaced on the mortal plane, but it had been too long. He had someone to find, someone important because they were the last of his beloved Mirielle's line. Miri, the woman he had fallen in love with right before he was stupid enough to rebel against God and get himself cast down into Hell with the others.

Even though he was no longer a guardian angel of her line, even though Mirielle was undoubtedly dead for over a millenium, Kalial needed to find what was left of her. He might not find the same attachment to her kin as he had Miri, but that didn't matter. It was a matter of honor as well, for it was his fault that they'd not had a guardian angel to watch over their line in so long. It was no wonder that her kin had dwindled and dwindled to the point where only a single person remained that bore traces of her blood.

How could Kalial possibly know this? One of the Neberu had foreseen it and told him. It was the reason Kalial had been trying so desperately to find himself a host recently. He needed to protect the last of her line... He needed to find the last of her line first. It was at that moment that Kalial came across Kevin J. McGillvary, resident whore of Chicago, and Kali's one-way ticket to success. The demon watched avidly as the brunette mixed the base heroin with lemon juice and heated it on a spoon. Kalial knew this would be the last time that Kevin would shoot up...ever.

Creature/Clan-Tribe-whatever/Affiliation Quiz: Demon, Asharu, Reconciler: Demons were once Angels that served under God. They were banished to Hell after they followed Lucifer in the rebellion he led after hearing Ahrimal's prediction that God would either orchestrate or allow a large disaster. Like all demons, Kalial was released from Hell when the sixth maelstrom weakened the gates of Hell that kept him locked away. The Asharu are also known as the Scourge. To humans, they were formerly known as guardian angels. Demons of this house were the closest to mankind, and were driven mad by this closeness, making them the second highest in numbers to follow Lucifer, behind his own house. Kalial is among the faction known as the reconcilers. These are demons who believe that the punishment they recieved from God was right and just. Many of them feel the need to fix what they messed up and repent. Kalial is not one that honestly believes he'll be forgiven for what he did by God, but he does believe that mankind is far more forgiving than the omnipotent, and so he still seeks to make things right with them. As is the case with most Reconcilers, he seeks to make things better for humankind.

Time in the Abyss passed slowly, torturously. Kalial had no way of knowing how long it had been since he had last surfaced on the mortal plane, but it had been too long. He had someone to find, someone important because they were the last of his beloved Mirielle's line. Miri, the woman he had fallen in love with right before he was stupid enough to rebel against God and get himself cast down into Hell with the others.

Even though he was no longer a guardian angel of her line, even though Mirielle was undoubtedly dead for over a millenium, Kalial needed to find what was left of her. He might not find the same attachment to her kin as he had Miri, but that didn't matter. It was a matter of honor as well, for it was his fault that they'd not had a guardian angel to watch over their line in so long. It was no wonder that her kin had dwindled and dwindled to the point where only a single person remained that bore traces of her blood.

How could Kalial possibly know this? One of the Neberu had foreseen it and told him. It was the reason Kalial had been trying so desperately to find himself a host recently. He needed to protect the last of her line... He needed to find the last of her line first. It was at that moment that Kalial came across Kevin J. McGillvary, resident whore of Chicago, and Kali's one-way ticket to success. The demon watched avidly as the brunette mixed the base heroin with lemon juice and heated it on a spoon. Kalial knew this would be the last time that Kevin would shoot up...ever.

In order to take a host, a demon needed to sever the thread of their life, separating the human's soul from their body and replacing it with the demon's own. A strong life is hard to take, but someone who was already dying from disease, from drugs and malnourishment... well, that was simple. In fact, Kevin seemed to have worn himself so thin that the demon could barely see the thread of his life in the first place. The human plunged a silver needle into the golden skin of his arm, released the drug and fell back against the appartment wall behind him. As Kevin exhaled his last euphoric breath, Kalial inhaled with anticipatory glee.

As the drug ran it's course and sped up the brunette's heart rate, the demon sensed how close to death Kevin was and helped him the rest of the way out the door, cutting his only tie to the mortal plane. The demon slipped into the human's skin and was hit instantly with the rush of Kevin's last hit. As the drug raced through the veins of Kalial's host, the demon got a firsthand lesson on why humans could do such stupid things to their bodies. If the rush was like this, well, he wasn't even sure he could blame them. Vivid green eyes closed as the demon tried to calm the racing heart of the body he'd just stolen.

It felt like the trip lasted days... or maybe it was only hours. It was hard to tell when one hadn't experienced the human concept of time in so long. When the high of the drug and the subsequent low had finally passed, Kalial decided to take stock of the situation he'd just put himself in. Who was he now? Who exactly was Mr. McGillvary? What had driven him to become a male prostitute? Why was he doing drugs?

For every question the demon could come up with, Kevin's mind supplied an answer. The tale that laid out before Kali was a sad one. Kevin's past was full of abandonment and struggling to get by. It was full of abuse of every kind from family and foe alike. But never friends... he didn't allow himself those. Kevin had almost no schooling past elementary because one of his teachers had taken too much interest in him and he'd dropped out to avoid the man. The best things in his life were his bed and his body, because both were detrimental in his line of work... and the body was questionable. It looked good, but that's about as far as his health went.

"What a sad and pitiful life you've led Kevin..." Kalial whispered to himself. "I would almost say I just did you a favor." Another pitiful spasm wracked his already weak human body and the demon groaned. Now that he was in control of the body, he could heal it a little. Ah the benefits of being one of the fallen.

After lifting himself into at least a sitting position on the floor of Kevin's meagre appartment, the demon began the process of healing himself. Using the lore of his kind, Kalial was able to repair his body to a degree. The nausea and headache caused by the drug useage abated to a tolerable level, but more than that he couldn't do in his present state. The diseases that practically made his skin crawl would have to wait, but they were certainly on his list of things to fix. Unfortunately, Kali's new body was still malnourished, he still needed a good night's sleep which apparently Kevin hadn't had in weeks, and he still needed a bath!

"Holy hell... I even smell like a junkie. Disgusting." The demon growled, noting to himself that he had a satisfactorily husky voice in this body. Straight on the heels of that thought though came one that wasn't entirely his own. He didn't like his voice at all... he didn't like himself at all. He was a junkie, a user. He was a filthy whore that sold his body for drugs or money to buy drugs...and he needed to wash now. "Great... I picked an emotional self-loathing bugger while I was at it. Maybe I should have waited longer." The demon muttered to himself as he went about bathing himself.

Once clean and clothed once more, Kalial could not deny how very hungry his new body was. Padding over to the fridge he opened it to find it completely empty of anything but lemon juice. Another twinge of guilt flashed through him and the demon just sighed. "Right, so he didn't feed himself." A memory of how Kevin got himself fed flashed through the mind Kalial now possessed and the demon laughed out loud. "Right, bed them for money and then steal from their kitchens while they sleep. Priceless. Well then, let's see who we can pick up. Once I can think past the aching hunger in my stomach maybe I can figure out where I'm going to start my search..." The demon mused to himself as he grabbed the human's keys to his appartment and automatically hid them down in his shoe in a move that seemed completely ingrained. Whistling a tune that Kevin had never heard in his lifetime, the demon steered his new body out of the appartment and out onto the streets. "So what now... do I put a sign on my a** saying 'for rent'?" The demon asked quietly to nobody in particular.

[Amano Yoshi]

The creepy doll that was almost human known as Vincent walked with his face toward the ground as he absorbed everything about his environment mentally. He was paying close attention to the joy it gave him to exist in this moment. The night was young and he had just secured a great deal of clout with the kindred court’s sheriff by trading him some much needed information that secured said position for him. Further Vincent had always enjoyed breathing in the night air through force of will. The sensation was extremely exhilarating in its reminiscence of being alive. Vincent was in the downtown area and headed for one of the typical hot spots for his kind. The sound of his boots on the concrete tickled his ears as he walked and the feel of the high winds blowing through the streets was invigorating. He watched face after face as he passed them and wondered if any of them had the keen vision to notice that he was inhumanly perfect. A few gazes took too long, but not for any reason that was beyond mundane, he thought. The kindred looked up on occasion to the buildings around him and pondered the idea of stopping at one of the all night coffee places to pretend he could actually drink coffee. The consideration died quickly as he had much work to do now that his more complicated business was concluded with the sheriff. Now he was going to have to work on his lower end alliances that were fallbacks should things go horribly wrong.

Once inside the Fulton Lounge Vincent approached the bar and ordered a dirty martini. He sipped it down slowly as he eyed the room, his long clothes, large hat, and strategically placed accessories made it a little easier to be inside a bar with hundreds of people who could all have the potential to sense his unnaturalness. He had learned how to use clothing and his disciplines to disguise himself well enough. He more worried about an unintelligent kindred, another of his race, that might try and start something by pointing out his presence was a risk to someone of higher station that might actually listen. Of course, he owned enough favors to be safe enough.

“Good evening.” Vincent spoke to a young man who had come over to speak with him, a human who was carrying two martinis. A grin played across the young man’s lips as he sat down across the small round table in front of Vincent. The young man further placed one of the drinks in front of Vincent in that tell-tale sign known to the grind humanity went through on a nightly basis in search of instant physical gratification or a relationship that was supposed to last longer than one night. Either way, Vincent felt flattered and despite his better judgment he didn’t send the boy away. “Thank you for the drink, can I return the favor?” … and the witty banter continued for the better part of an hour.