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Lexenos the Gypsy Bard Captain
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 Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 12:34 am
 Bruce (Mordred Bruce Hart) and Ginger (Roxanne ???) are characters I came up with for a game (that never happened) of Monte Cook's World of Darkness. Together, they make up a vampire character. (Here, vampires are made by sticking the most evil of dead souls into a living body.)
I had a lot of fun coming up with Ginger's backstory and trying to make her evil enough to be one of the souls that would be resurrected. And then, of course, I had to make Bruce her equal opposite, so that many shenanigans would ensue. xD
Without further ado, Bruce and Ginger!
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 12:00 pm
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Lexenos the Gypsy Bard Captain
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Lexenos the Gypsy Bard Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 12:03 pm
Bruce's Story Mordred Bruce Hart (call him Bruce, he hates Mordred) was born in 1958 (which would make him 42), in possibly the most filthy slum in all of Great Britain. His neighborhood (if you could call it that) was the biggest drug market in the area, his father being one of the most popular sellers. Prostitution was high as well, and his mother worked the street corners every night. There was a new death in the paper every day, usually a gang fight, but there was the occasional prostitute death. This evil place is what made him decide to fight, to become a judge and to clean up places like his birth town. He worked hard to put himself through school, and became one of England's most famous, and one of the best, judges. Until a year ago. Something incredible happened. Something incredibly bad. He woke up in the middle of the night, craving... blood? And there was a presence, a voice in his head, almost as if there was an entirely new person living in his body, someone made of pure evil. This voice was calling him, demanding that he kill someone for her blood, and to do unspeakable things to her as she died. He fought with all his mental strength, but the presence was strong, and the craving for blood was wearing on him. Suddenly, he felt like he was hovering near his body, watching as it examined itself and grinned evilly, laughing loudly. Suddenly, it took off. How could it be this fast? He was pulled along behind it, struggling weakly. He followed as it walked the streets, and screamed in a voice that nobody could hear as he watched his body follow a young woman down a dark alley, as it attacked her, as fangs slid out and punctured her neck. He began to feel stronger as her life drained away, and he was able to regain control and stop his hand from pulling up her delicate skirt. He stood back in horror, knowing only that he had to run. Run from his home, his town, Britain, his life. He arrived back at his house at dawn, and felt oddly tired. He tried not to fall asleep, for fear the presence would take over again, but he was unable to stay awake. He went into the bathroom, curled up, and passed out. The next night, he woke up in the same place he fell asleep. He knew that the presence had to sleep when he did, and he had to sleep during the day. He knew a lot of other things, too. The presence had a name, Ginger. She was an American prostitute from New York, a murderous succubus who was highly skilled at her job. He also knew she was dead. He knew that some alien race had tried to destroy the world, that half of America was gone. That these alien creatures had failed, and released dead spirits like Ginger to finish the job. "So you know. Why don't you give in? Give in to the pleasures I can offer you." He scoffed at her pathetic attempts to sway him, his morals were rock solid. He packed quickly, and bought a plane ticket to America, to the source of the evil. He had to find out how to get rid of her.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 12:05 pm
Ginger's Story Ginger has plenty of time to reflect on her life as she floats through the void of death. She knows her first name is Roxanne, but she never cared to remember any other part of it. She lived in New York City, for sure. She always thought it was dirty. She can't really remember how she looked, either. Average height? Very thin, for sure. Her hair, she could never forget her hair. Wavy, longer than her waist, and the most beautiful shade of deep red. She loved the color, reminded her of blood. Pearl skin that shone in the light. What were her eyes again? She entertained the thought that they were black or red, but she knows humans didn't have eyes like that. Green maybe? No, they were blue, like sapphires. She remembers how many compliments she got on them. Something else... 26? Yeah, that's how old she was. 1970-1996. That's when she died. Her first memories are of that man she lived with who called himself her father. She thinks he might have been her step-father, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she hated him. Well, she hated everyone, but him especially so. He started everything, he made her who she was. She pauses, "Well I guess I'm grateful for that," she thinks. But she was still glad she killed him. All those times he raped her, held her down and beat her. Yeah, he made her who she was, but she was glad she killed him. She hated everyone after that, but she knew how she could get them. Sex. Everyone wants it, and they'll take it if they have to. That man proved that. There was even a plus in that it felt good. That was her weapon she chose to destroy humankind. That was when she was 13. She knows she ran, she doesn't remember how long. She ran down shady streets, deep into the "bad" part of town. If she could chuckle, she would. Like there was a good part of town. Hah. But she found a guy, and decided that he would be the first. Or the second, rather. She cautiously walked up to him, and he noticed her. "Hey there, girlie. Wanna rule the world?" She didn't understand how she knew, but she knew. This new man was her ticket to destroying the world. She never found out what his name was. He was always just Pimp Daddy D to all of the whores. But he kept her promise. With him, she quickly rose to top quality work, and became the most desired prostitute in all of New York. She rolled in cash and the occasional drug, usually because the client requested her to participate. She loved her job, everyone knew her, and knew her skills. It made it easy to lure them in. Pimp Daddy D occasionally needed someone to... disappear. She remembers how ecstatic she was when he asked her to kill. It was the easiest thing to do. Offer him free sex and he's bound to follow. Asked him to turn around, he'd readily oblige since sex was the only thing on his mind. She'd pull out her gun with its silencer and that was the end of that. Pimp Daddy D had other people who'd do the cleanup. She was their payment for cleaning up, and they talked easily, so she also knew everything about cleanup. For some odd reason, she clearly remembers every client she's ever had. Lots of men, plenty of women too. She really did love her life. Shame she got cocky and wasn't careful enough with the last one. Big black guy. Got carried away and strangled her, kinda like her "father" used to. She never even got a chance to see how empowering the whole rape thing could be. Oh well. She was dead, no use longing for what she can't have back. Or so she thought.
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Lexenos the Gypsy Bard Captain
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Lexenos the Gypsy Bard Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 12:12 pm
Ginger's Dream Tonight was the night. This was the night she would finally win, when her will would finally overpower his. She stood by and watched as he came through the door. The sun was rising, but its rays couldn't penetrate the thick curtains they had on the windows of their apartment. He was unbuttoning his shirt in preparation for sleep. Her eyes were riveted on his body, desiring to soil the one thing he guarded most. His name slipped from her lips, "Bruce... I will take you... I will break you..." He slowly turned to her, fear in his eyes. She drank in that fear, her lust growing to uncontrollable levels. She grabbed his tie and pulled him close, pushing herself against him. Her lips engulfed his, but... she couldn't taste him? Suddenly, she was staring at the ceiling, and her body was sitting up without her controlling it. Her lips parted and spoke a voice that wasn't hers. "It was a dream, Ginger." A sudden rage washed over her, strong enough to give her control, but only long enough to punch the mattress with Bruce's hand. "Would you quit throwing temper tantrums? The sooner you accept that you'll never be able to do that, the sooner we can move on." A growl and her voice echoed through his mind. "What makes you think I can't?" He frowned. "Are you daft? You'd need a body." She pouted at being made a fool of and retreated to the darker corners of his mind, trying to dredge up some bad memories to get back at him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 12:21 pm
Deception
(Ginger and Brad) She needed help, and she needed it now. Ginger had hidden herself in a small alley that looked more like a crack in between buildings. She had declined a man because he had no money, and Pimp Daddy D would have been pissed if she had given her services without pay. She didn't want to, anyway. Unfortunately, the guy had a gun and she didn't feel like getting into a gun fight while there were still people around to identify her. She needed to find someone who'd scare the guy off. She carefully scanned the crowd, her sapphire eyes not missing a single detail. She spotted a head that was bobbing above the sea of people and she focused in on it. A man, a muscular one. She could tell he had a gun, she could also tell he didn't need one. "Perfect," she thought to herself. She forced her face to show fear, for the act had begun. As soon as he passed close enough, her arm shot out and caught his wrist. She grinned inwardly as his hand shot to grab her arm, but slackened as he noticed her. "Please, help. I... I'm sure you can tell what I am... There's a man around the street corner who's angry at me, he's got a gun. Please, protect me." Brad instinctively reached to break the wrist of whoever had grabbed him. He was startled when he saw that a scared young woman, just barely an adult, stared back at him. He eyed her briefly. Her attire was definitely that of a prostitute, but what was she doing in this alley? He noticed that her voice trembled audibly as she begged him for help. He couldn't just leave her out here, he couldn't let her get hurt. Good thing he knew the bartender at the bar down the street so well. He was sure she would help a fellow female of the night. He gently pulled her out of the alley, not surprised at how she fearfully clung to his arm. He guided her down the street, pulling out the gun hidden at his waist. He opened the door for her as they reached the bar. He nodded at the bartender and frowned confusedly at the look on her face. He ordered them both non-alcoholic drinks, musing over what that expression could possibly mean. The girl sat on a table, ignoring the drink he ordered. Suddenly, a man burst through the door, flailing his gun wildly. This was definitely the man, it had to be. Brad aimed at him, and heard several others pull guns out of hiding places. Color drained from the intruder's face and he quickly dropped his gun and fled. He relaxed and felt a hand slip into his. He turned to face the girl, and was shocked to see that she had a gun. She laughed at him, and her whole personality seemed to change before him. "Did you think I was helpless?" She laughed again, it wasn't pleasant. "I used you. That man wouldn't have dare shot at me with a big, burly man next to me." He could feel malice drip from those three words, and he heard the bartender shout "That's our Ginger." He didn't like this. He didn't like her. He wordlessly slammed down the payment for the drinks he ordered and walked quickly out of the bar, glad to be away from the evil that radiated from that girl.
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Lexenos the Gypsy Bard Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 12:22 pm
Ginger and the Geisha
(Ginger as a kitsune BC pet, written for a contest) The beautiful Geisha had, for some reason that Ginger couldn't see, decided to take a walk in one of the worse place for beautiful female kits. And this kit was beautiful. Ginger let her eyes rove over the kit, the gentle yet popping dark purple lipstick, the silky waving way her fur grew, the beautiful flowers flowing all over her lower back.... Ginger felt her lust growing, she wanted this kit. She would have to share with Pimp Daddy D, of course, but surely he would praise her for finding such a treasure and reward her with this kit, perhaps this would even be this kit's first.... As Ginger watched with growingly unseeing eyes lost in fantasy, a group of males came and began to circle her. "Hey beautiful, what are you doing out here?" "Yeah, don't you know it's dangerous?" "Why don't you come with us, sweetie, we'll protect you." "Ha ha! Yeah, we'll protect you alright!" "Have ourselves a little fun, yeah?" The Geisha crouched down in the middle of it all. Ginger snarled, as if she would let these nobodies take her prize. She was immediately among them, her teeth at their throats, utilizing her foxfire like bullets and shooting it into their eyes, dodging all blows and not letting a single claw touch her. Pimp Daddy D would kill her if she let them touch her. The blood could hardly be seen on her coat, as she was almost as red as the blood. As the bodies lay fallen around her, she sat and smirked at the Geisha, letting her true nature show through. She watched as the beautiful kit got up from her crouching position, noting that there was a small splatter of blood on her beautiful pale pink coat. "I didn't need you," she smirked back at Ginger, her own evil almost matching Ginger's yet slightly different, "I can easily handle many more than this." She stuck out her chest, proudly wearing that blood splatter, and Ginger saw the truth. This was a kit of true beauty, and she used that beauty to trap others and sate her blood lust, a blood lust even greater than Ginger's. Though, Ginger's was a different kind of lust. Ginger stood, motioning to the kit to follow her, and she did. This person would make a very good companion, she thought, they could take out entire villages if they wanted to. She looked one last time at the kit, into her eyes, and she saw the same destruction shining through those almost white eyes. This would be the beginning of a very wonderful time.
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