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 Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 12:33 am
 From orbit, New Berlin had the glittering blue seas and the pearly-white clouds that humanity had lost when Earth fell. As one made the fiery descent to the surface, it became clear that the owner and Governess of New Berlin had every intention that her world would be the standard of perfection, a paradise for people of all races to escape. Pristine beaches, massive cities filled with bright lights and promises of every entertainment imaginable and soaring mountains enshrouded in deep green seas of wooded nature were most obvious, accentuated by a carefully controlled atmospheric monitoring system, ensuring clean air and weather perfectly suited to the time of year. As the fiery embrace of atmospheric re-entry began to fade, passengers coming to enjoy the decadent pleasures of New Berlin found themselves descending to the single spaceport marking the planet, a massive expanse of permacrete and transparisteel encasing the most modern technologies available. Placed on the inland-side of the massive planetary capitol, the spaceport was connected to the city of Berlin (the city sharing it's name with the planet) by expanses of smooth, fast highways that entwined themselves with the main thoroughfares encircling the city, bringing every location of importance into relatively easy reach. As a visitor made their approach to the city, however, the very atmosphere began to change... the descent into a sinister, more primal focus of darkness... and power. Rising from the edge of the sea like some edifice to long-lost gods, Berlin was a megalopolis of immense size and scaling. Numerous world-spanning Mega-Corporations called this city their headquarters, and their facilities rose from the earth in the form of monolithic skyscrapers, often so tall that the dense, dark clouds that cast most of the city in shadow even failed to climb the summits of those towers. Flitting between the spires of metal, stone, and glass were innumerous aircars and transports, giving clear indication of the massive population of the megalopolis that served as the heart of the planet, as well as the heart of most of the fashion world, and the innumerous corporations that spanned in power, easily overshadowing even the greatest governments on other planets. As one descended into the darkness beneath the clouds permanently enshrouding the city, the true heartbeat of the megalopolis could be heard. Streets winding their way between the corporate monoliths with a capricious glee, often echoed with throbbing beat of the music emerging from numerous "nightspots" decorating the city. Accentuating the music were the screams of high-powered engines, propelling racers from the highways for the challenge of inner-city racing, passing in blurs of coloured lights and wild paint-jobs. From the corner of one's eye, occasionally there were glimpses of the almost-unending battles between the various gangs (vampire, corporate, or otherwise) competing for territory or rights. Races and appearances of all kinds prowled these streets, all granting a faint nod and knowing smirk to the laws of most "civilized" worlds, and instead focusing on the laws of the megalopolis jungle: The strong take what they want, the clever beguile their heart's desires from the strong, and the others... are merely victims. As a person made their way ocean ward, the knowledgeable would begin to wander in the direction of where the real power in the city was: An entire city block dedicated to a structure rising a mere five stories above the street. The first noticeable aspect was the architecture; the building was cast in an ancient style of Gothic nature, with columns and grand archways of aged marble gracing the walls, the crenellations along the roof marked with gargoyle-like creatures poised to pounce on the crowd gathered beneath, all awaiting entrance through the grand doorways. And looking over that doorway was a single sign... "The Muse"
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 1:38 am
 Stepping through the grand archway, a faint tingle of electric white noise rippled down the spine as the visitors wandered into the high level of security within those walls, marking one of the many reasons that the Muse was such a popular place amongst the true players of the city's power-games: Absolute privacy from the outside world. Not even teleportation magic could penetrat the interior. Inside the first floor, there was a notable lack of ambient light, but the intense music (always supplied by a live synth band or DJ) moved in perfect synchronization with the full length screens that made up the walls. To one's left were the dimly-lit tables and booths specifically placed nearby for those needing an escape from the heated movement and intense fusion of emotions radiating on the dance floor. Segmented off from the central area in the far left corner of the club was the area known only as the Card Room, where gamblers of all caliber fleeced those foolish enough to enter their realm before turning their attentions back to each other, engaging in a match of a thousand bleeding cuts, played out one vicious game at a time. Adjoined and outside the Card Room, against the back wall, was an immense bar, where at least two barkeepers spun and tossed bottles in an elaborate dance as they prepared drinks of all kinds, giving a show as stimulating as the drinks themselves. To the right of the bar, a long bank of mirrors made up the walls emplaced behind one of the two sets of spiraling stairs that helped frame the dance floor.  The dance floor itself was a tribute, surrounded by various pillars, and lit on two sides by massive floor-to-ceiling screens dedicated to enhancing the music. The central floor in the middle of the pillars and stairways was similarly a giant set of screens, serving to help transport the dancers held within its heart to new heights of sensation and pleasure. Overlooking the dance floor, on the far right wall, were the three stages that generated such intense imagery and sound; the locations for the DJ's or whatever high-end synth band that had been nominated for the night's entertainment. Dangling over the dance floor, heavy chains supported cages containing every form of extreme exotic imaginable, all of them moving in their unique fashions to the music permeating their very bones. As one travelled up the stairs surrounding the dance floor, another faint tingle of electronic "white noise" marked the dividing line between the first floor, and the balcony open to the cages and the view beneath. Placed sparsely along the deck, observers could watch over the railings, enjoying the sights and the sounds from below, as well as the view of those luscious and enticing creatures in the cages. Stepping away from the balcony that dominated half of the second floor, a patron's eyes were exposed to walls usually enshrouded in various textiles of dark colours, accented by display cases containing items of art ranging from the breathtakingly-beautiful to the extremely macabre. Adorning the open area away from the balcony were various tables, chairs, goddess-couches and more, most aimed in the direction of the large stage and cat-walk stowed in the far-left corner: the location of numerous fashion shows, performances, and other entertainments. In the corner opposite the stage, a smaller, though no less impressively equipped and staffed bar awaited the pleasures of those preferring to lounge, rather than getting lost in the music below. Marking the other two corners of the second story were the elaborate game tables of numerous races, and a large, singularly impressive piece of art that tended to change as the mood of the owner saw fit. Dispersed among the tables and couches were small stone pillars, each crested with a shockingly life-like statue, displayed in various poses and breathtaking details, universally conveying subtle emotions, as well as a vague feeling of unease... of being observed. A single pair of these pillars graced the small elevator door settled into the wall between the stage and the bar, with delicately decorated doors that only opened to the various staff, and those with the credentials to go beyond the "public areas".  Inside the darkly elegant elevator, the panel to the right of the doors were adorned with seven unmarked buttons and a small IdentiCard slot. The cards were required to make the doors close, and the cards detailed to the security systems if the person bearing it was permitted to the requested floor. This elevator was the only public fashion of accessing the other floors within the Muse... the fifth being an magnificently appointed series of penthouse quarters for guests, the fourth being for those present to enjoy the... specialized... displays and entertainments, and the first subterranean level dedicated to the location of some of the biggest, most influential meetings on the planet; the corporate meeting rooms. The first subterranean level was an elegantly appointed series of conference rooms of various sizes, each with their own sealable climate control, and a definitive eye towards privacy. Adjacent to those conference rooms was a small, private garage, accessible only by the staff and those attending the meeting. The fourth floor was a world unto itself, filled with oft-changing furnishings, usually of fine leather and dark wood. Specialized shows, usually of the high-end fetish world, were the norm in this place, with a small number of rooms dedicated to truly private showings making up almost a third of the publicly-accessible floor. The fifth floor was made up of penthouse suites that one could expect to find in only the most privileged of hotels, specifically appointed and environmentally adjustable to whatever their occupant's race and needs were. As such, those rooms were usually dedicated to off-world dignitaries, ambassadors, and people with the political clout, as well as the financial means, to arrange such specific, and private, lodgings. Attending the needs of all of the "public" locations was a small army of people, for a club of this size and diversity truly required a tremendous number of well-trained, specialized staffing. The only true qualities apparent in each of those individuals were that they had a completely unshakable loyalty to their employer, and each were the definition of the area they worked, blending into the club with a magnificent similarity, leaving the impression with patrons that they were being attended to by the spirit of the club, given physical form. Always placing their Mistress's wishes first, they completely conveyed the motto and guideline of the entire expanse; "...Because business is always a pleasure..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 2:05 am
Rules:1) Minai chan and Urban Thorne are the Mods of this thread. Our word is law, yada yada.
2) No God-like characters. No cybering. No hamsters.
3) Profiles must be accepted before roleplaying, especially if you desire to be a member of the staff.
4) Rules subject to change at any time.
5) Normal Gaia and Guild rules apply.
6) No l33t speak or chat speak of any kind, not even for decoration.
7) Please, please do not type in smaller font. I know it looks clean, but my eyesight is not the best and it is very, very difficult for me to read. A normal sized font will suffice. crying
*Field any questions or concerns to Minai chan or Urban Thorne, we're more than willing to help. Profile Standards:Username:
Character Name:
Apparent Age: ~What you look like. You might be centuries old, but a normal person glancing at you won't be able to tell. If you wish to describe your true age, place that in the Bio.~ Description & Picture link: ~I will link to your picture, as well as size it as need be to place it within your profile~ Bio: ~Must be at least a paragraph~ *Notice that you do not have to put up a sexual orientation in a separate field, but if you wish to include that, or fit it somehow into your bio or description, that's fine ^.^ Business Profile Standards:Establishment Name: Sector of Business: Black Market? Accomadations? What type of business is it? Location: Where is it located in the city? I recommend you place it fairly close to the Muse, which acts as the central location for rp. heart ~* Thank you my lovely Thorne for all up your help with writing up the descriptions *~ heart
(( It would have taken forever without your help! ))
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 8:54 am
Franky Owner and ProprietorUser Name: Minai chan Character name: Lady Francesca Demoise Species: Rumors claim her a vampire.. Apparent Age: About late twenties Bio:The poster child of New Berlin nortoriety, there is not a deal nor a happening in the planet's capital that the Lady Francesca is not privy to. Nothing within the encompassing glow of the city lights escapes the attention of her informants, and their devotion to their Mistress is unshakable. Although renoun throughout the city, not much in the way of personal information is known about the enigmatic Mistress of The Muse. In spite of her incredibly high profile, her demeanor remains casually professional and highly approachable to all that seek her assistance. Inside the club walls, an onlooker will notice the personal and affectionate way the Mistress treats her staff, a comprehensive group of skillfully trained and highly coveted individuals who seem to regard her with great fondness. Description:A true tribute to the gothic culture, her jet black hair contrasts heavily with the paleness of her skin but highly compliments the red stain of her lips and Betty bangs. The thick Sussex accent creates an air of aristocracy and the black silk suit portrays business. However, the lace up boots and cool fluidity of her smile reminds us that business is always a pleasure.. Kendal  Head of Waiting StaffUsername: Minai chan Species: Vampire with animalistic flesh grafts Apparent Age: About early twenties Preference: Sex Description:Gentle auburn red curls fall from her shoulders with two black furry ears peeking out from the tresses. Her bangs are straightened and long, framing her face. While waitressing, her attire consists of shamelessly flirtatious outfits, usually short to show off her mile long legs. As she turns to walk away, a black furry tail swishes from beneath her skirts. When she's not working, she likes tight clothing, usually made of black leather, as the close fitting dons work nicely while she's riding. Her main pride and joys in life: sweet sidearms, great boots, and a nice bike. Her steed of choice is a Ducati 1098S. Her boots, black leather thigh high lace ups. And her weapons of choice, 2 DE50s that she has carefully hidden on her person at all times. Bio:Kendal is the head waitress at 'The Muse' and one of Francesca's favorites. She is there to ensure a good time for her Mistress's partons, but don't start any trouble. In Kendal's eyes, the customer is always right.. unless he's an a--hole. Then he deserves to be stabbed. Repeatedly. Thorne Events CoordinatorUser Name: Urban Thorne Character Name: Thorne Liira Taedronas Species: Elven Apparent Age: Early twenties, by human standards Description:Quite definatively of some sort of Elven heritage, Thorne was surprisingly pale, even for her race. Instead of mourning it, however, black became her favourite colour, and a new member of the Goth community emerged. Slightly wavy ebony-coloured hair to her waist, pale features (usually enhanced by just a touch of make-up), and shockingly green eyes where the first things apparent, followed by whatever mock "Motivational" shirt she was wearing for the day. Long skirts and thigh-high boots usually enshrouded mile-long legs, and thin fingerless gloves usually encased her dark-nailed hands. Under the clothing (and occasionally visible when she dressed fancily) were numerous piercings, most obvious being the navel ring and the "Corset Lacings" traveling up her spine. Various inkings were also often visible, since she practiced half the images she put on others on herself, first. Bio:Hired several years ago as a waitress in The Muse, Thorne's surprisingly upbeat personality and talent with various types of art have long since moved her into the position of Mistress Francesca's Events Coordinator. In charge of her nightly appointments, as well as overseeing the details of the various shows and art displays, during her working hours Thorne is usually only seen at the Mistress's side. However, her own time is usually quite busy with various club activities, as well. All the "statues" on the second floor are her nightly handywork, as well as most of the body paints and inking of the various dancers. At other times, she can be seen acting as hostess for the various guests, helping the waitresses out when the floor is busy, or teasing the bartenders by trying to do impressions of them (including the bottle tossing, occasionally with... messy... results). Several years ago, Thorne came to the conclusion that her ability to tell what people were genuinely troubled or angry about was more than just a good grasp on body language, and she shared her contemplations with Francesca. Not long after, she started her private tutoring with Marie, learning to control and enhance her budding psionic gifts. She also, at the insistance of some of the other women in the club, gradually begun learning some self-defense skills. Marie Display Curator / HealerUsername: Minai chan Character Name: Marie Species: Appears Elven Apparent Age: Early twenties Preference: Sincerity Bio: A long time resident of The Muse, Marie's innocent face and colourless locks sometimes lands her angelic-like roles in performances. A true lady to the core, Marie moves with a calm grace, her demeanor quiet and soft spoken. Perfect porcelain skin and doll-like features are enhanced by glassy golden eyes, staring ahead in a downcast fashion to give her a humble, modest touch. Though her gaze never truly meets yours, her smile is warm and welcoming... Totally oblivious to the power of her own sex, she has been nicknamed the "virgin Mary" of the Muse. The other members of staff consider Marie a younger sister, delicate and pure and in need of protection. It is almost impossible to find her outside of the club walls. Inside she acts as curator for the various displays in the club. Her vast array of psionic gifts allows her to rightfully assess and analyse every item that graces the public sector. Marie often acts as an agent to Mistress Francesca when associating with outside business persons who wish to use the Muse for advertisement purposes. It is rumored that Franky also keeps Marie for her impressive healing abilities, smoothing over any marking indiscretions caused by private services offered at the club. Urban BartenderUser Name: Urban Thorne Character Name: Urban Tasmere Species: Calls himself a dark elf Apparent Age: Late-twenties Description: Often called the club's resident stalker, Urban tends to be easy to spot in a crowd, if only for one reason; Black. A long cassock-like coat of heavy black canvas-like material, heavily adorned with straps and buckles, combined with close-fitting long-sleeved shirts, similarly coloured. Pants were of similar material and appearance to his coat, cut to fit very loosely about the legs. His boots were definately impressive, being knee-high boots (under the pants) covered heavily in leather straps, with 3" platforms. Draped around his neck was a black silk head-kerchief, usually worn to cover his shockingly white hair when not on duty, and perched on the end of his nose was a pair of blood-coloured, square-rimmed glasses, contrasting sharply with the silvery-grey of the eyes behind them. Bio: Upon first seeing him, most people would call Urban something along the lines of "Drow", to which he would just offer a shrug and an unimpressed look. As far as he was concerned, life began in a dark alley as a kid barely in his teens, speaking a language most didn't understand, and knowing that he was alone in a place that fully intended to devour him. Fortunately, a strange lady walking her friend to their car spotted him, and as she approached, seemed to understand his babbling. She took him "home", cleaned him up, and he's remained at The Muse ever since. Now he gladly serves the Mistress as one of her top barkeepers, and occasionally as a bouncer, offering the clients of The Muse a steady diet of snide commentary, unimpressed looks, and impressive feats of dexterity with whatever he happens to lay hands on. When not on duty, if he's not taking part in the insanity of the dance floor, he can often be found musing with the other 'keepers, working on his frighteningly modified Ducati Desmosedici GP7, or practicing with his fighting knives and his "Fugly", a rare and monstrous .454 automag. Chahna EntertainerUsername: Hoshiko104 Character Name: Chahna (Means love, light, and illumination) Species: Elnorias Apparent Age: Early twenties Picture link: ChahnaBio: My home is found on an orbiting moon, bequeathed the name Menodora, nestled in a galaxy known called Araceli. When the twin suns do not shine upon our silver city, then we do. I am from a bioluminescent race known as the Elnorias. Elnorias are a race of light, our skin softly glows a soft golden luminosity. Other then that physical difference, we resemble humans quite perfectly. However, I dare say that the similarity is merely in physical features. And yes, we do not glow the whole time it takes the earth to rotate, but only the time we wish too. How did this women from a distant race find herself here, you might be asking yourself, well let me ‘illuminate’ you on that subject, for it is what I do best. New Berlin had always been on my list of places to see even before. Now that it has gained a vast amount of popularity and power, I bet there isn’t a soul in this vast universe who has not heard of the planet. Curious, I finally made my way to this paradise and fell in love with the city, Berlin. But how did I happen on Muse? I guess you can say that I was somehow attracted to the Gothic architecture of the building, there is nothing like it back home, meanwhile my ears pricked at the music escaping through the opening of the door, but I believe it was a higher power, Fate perhaps, that sent me straight to Muse, and my Mistress. Why am I working at Muse when I have been a nomadic space traveler? Let’s just say that the Mistress of Muse helped me out of a sticky situation and for that, I am eternally grateful and have requested to stay be her side to aid her. It seemed like forever that I have been journeying from galaxy to galaxy, but in human years I’m only 1320, a young adult in the life span of the Elnorias. Those many years of traveling throughout space has helped quite a bit in expanding my knowledge and deepening my curiosity of other races. I am quite the carefree soul as I was when growing up in Menodora, but over the years, I have matured. Yet I do have a cheerful disposition, and that is all that matters for it keeps the customers happy. I believe that is all you need to know about me for now. Oh yes, I should add that I can be hot tempered and ready partake in the action in order to protect my Mistress and what she deems precious, but I hope we need not carry it to such an extreme for business is always a pleasure. Shuna Sassi EntertainerUsername: Minai chan Character Name: Shuna Sassi Species: Nightbreed Apparent Age: Early twenties Bio: Shuna Sassi's true origins are unknown, whether it be truly supernatural or not. But she is extremely seductive, and uses it well. Francesca found Shuna Sassi in a high end brothel, servicing only the most brave of clientele. Erotic adventure with her was a dance with Death - one p***k of a poisonous quill would kill instantly. However, Shuna had grown weary of this life and agreed to join Franky at the Muse. Now she performs only on stage, enticing the club goers with her exotic and deadly alure.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 8:57 am
Freya User Name: Rikki Tikki Travi Character Name: Soichi Freya Species: Half Elf Apparent Age: 21 Description:When she is in full kunoichi garb, she wraps her forearms in rope and cloth. Her ankles and shins/calves are treated in a similar fashion to accommodate not only hidden weapons but also the conditions needed for her shadow manipulation techniques to work. She adorns herself in gray and black, as these are the colors that her grandmother wore as a kunoichi. She wears a spiked collar or choker around her neck to conceal and protect the seal that keeps the demon within her in check. She also wears one earring in her right ear after having been shot in her “lobe.” Due to her curse being handed down from her father, it affected her before she was even born. The result was her having the ears of a wolf and later a tail when she matured. Bio:Freya is cursed to become a Shadow Stalker on nights of the New Moon. Certain past events have made her able to manipulate shadows to a degree. Freya is a wild child with little to no regard for tact or etiquette that is expected of a lady unless it is required for a job. Her profession is that of a kunoichi with no real allegiance to anyone but herself. She is brash, impulsive, and generally rude. Underneath this course exterior is a woman who is loyal to those she cares for, willing to give her life for theirs. She exhibits canine like tendencies such as growling, sniffing at things that interest her, and being comically distracted by things like Frisbees or tennis balls. KaliUsername: Poetic Lilly Character Name: Kali Everna Apparent Age: Early 20’s Species: Vampire Picture link: Bio:Kali Everna is a child of New Berlin’s underground. She was raised on its streets where, like all major cities, the worst live, and survive. And survive she did. Kali forced her way through life, fighting alone by the time she was 13, because here hardly anyone makes it a long time. Now Kali does what she’s learned she does best. Tease. Men young and old alike are willing to pay a sum, almost any sum to have her on their arm for the night, and Kali earns her money. Her ‘job’ aside Kali really is a child of New Berlin. She loves her city, despite its many…issues. She especially admires Muse. Many do, she realizes, but she admires the blend of dark and beauty which is to her the truth of her city. She gambles, and drinks, though no smokes for her, thanks. Although, lately she’s been having some odd on the job issues, but oh well. As the owner of the Muse once put it, business is always a pleasure… Moon Username: Nova Blancke Character Name: Moon Bloodstone Species: Werewolf Apparent Age: Mid thirties Sexuality: Straight, he is dominant and likes pain. Description: Chin length thick pitch black hair. Deep red eyes. Facial stubbles. That combined gives him a rough look. And that is exactly what he is. Moon is muscular due to tough training. Being 6’6 ft tall makes him look rather fearsome. Like most people his favorite color is black. He always dressed in black. There are many small chains hanging from his belt. He always wears a black blouse that is always unbuttoned. You will find scars across his body but the one that will always catch your eyes is the scar that runs down from above his right brow down to the chin. Always wears black leather fingerless gloves. He always carries a few weapons on him. Thanks to his race he heals at a astonishing rate and is much stronger than most other creatures. Personality: He looks aggressive and he IS aggressive. A proud werewolf. Not afraid to resort to violence no matter the place or occasion. He has a great deal of respect for the Mistress. Even if it is just for the fact that she owns such a massive place and keeps it in check. In his werewolf form he is nearly psychopathic, killing everything that opposes him. He can however keep himself in check. The only ones who he can be truly friendly to are children. To him children are sacred and hurting one when he is around would result a gruesome murder. Moon seems like enjoy pain. He seems to enjoy hard and loud music. Most likely due to his feral instincts. So when he is not on the market you can find him in the club. Moon finds peace and serenity in chaos. He enjoys sceneries of nature and is highly fond of all animals. He is however, very loyal to those he respects and friends. So if you are on his good side you do not need to fear anything. He is however a bit of a rebel. So don’t talk to him like you are superior. You’ll regret it. He currently is a honest merchant. Bio: Moon Bloodstone as the name implies, is a true werewolf. He grew up on the streets without much trouble. After all…. Nobody messes with a werewolf. When he reached 16 he joined the arena cage fights. For years he was the favorite of the crowd due to his style and attitude. Never losing a fight and always finishing off the opponent. Things got messy when he got fired up. When a rich man tried to buy his own fighter a victory against Moon, he died. They later found him a few pieces. When the committee found out that he was the one who slaughtered the man Moon got banished from arena. Strangely enough he did not put up a fight. He simply stated that the arena had grown corrupt and his own pride wouldn’t allow him to fight anyway. Afterwards he “fought” his way into the Black-market as a arms salesman. Starting out small like any other man, he grew steadily and over time he began to sell more exotic and illegal weaponry. Over many…MANY years he became the nr.1 on weaponry in the Black Market. Now if people need a weapon that people say doesn’t exist they come to see Moon.
Establishment Name: Bloodstone Arms
Sector of Business: Black Market. As stated in the Bio he is a Arms Dealer. Any kind of arms. Location: La Venalicium The Reverend Username: The Reverend Maynard Character Name: The Reverend... don't you dare call me "Rev". Species: Humanoid Apparent Age: 30. Yeah... let's go with 30. Description:The good Reverend tends to dress somewhere in the mid-field of nicely tailored and trash. His clothes (suits, always) are made to fit, made to taste, and always a bit worn around the edges. Oftentimes he's got a long, tattered dress coat over his suit, which serves nicely to cover the knives... hell, let's be honest, they're swords in all but name... concealed on the inside of said coat. Umbrella? Check. Top-hat? Check. Watch? Check. Leather gloves? Absolutely. Can't have my knuckles getting cut while I beat in that poor b*****d's face, now. Bio:The Reverend showed up at The Muse one day, several years ago, and immediately began his tirade of abuse and rantings of conspiracy theory. He's got a mouth on him, but he's got a sharp brain behind those dark glasses, and he's not afraid to use it. Especially on you. The owner of the Muse tolerates him because he's been occasionally accused of being amusing in his rants, because he always pays his bills on time, and because he never needs an invitation to pound in the face of some poor shmuck that fails to live up to his personal standards. That could include you, by the way. He's also known as something of an expert on demon-kind, and there's rumors that he's done a few excorsisms in the past. Maybe that's where he got the name from. Tempurus Nox User Name: Chris Teke Character Name: Tempurus Nox Species: Arcan Apparent Age: Early Twenties Description: The Arcan clan was a vicious and vain group. They would kill those who didn't fit their interpretation of beautiful. Nox had survived, which meant that his hair was the color of the dim third moon. His eyes, the color of his blood red soul. His skin as pale as the planet's oceans. Arcans aren't born with wings, but the Wing is still judged. If an Arcan's wings aren't the color of the night sky, they are killed. Nox had ran from the clan when his wings came in. They weren't dark, they were wisps of light charcoal clouds. Bio:Nox had never followed the word of the law to the letter. Actually, if it weren't for his cleverness, he would be one of the most wanted criminals on the planet. He owns a small store in the back of the club. Only those he wants as customers can enter. He sells all sorts of things, ranging from weapons to potions to pets. All of them fantastic, none of them legal. He travels to many planets to "obtain" his merchandise. He doesn't want to cause trouble, in fact, the only reason he sells black market is because he is more interested in the exotic than the mundane. After fleeing his home planet, Nox searched for a safe haven. He spent years as a stowaway on many crafts, until he found New Berlin. He fell in love at first sight. Not with the city, but with a boy. Another Arcan in the same situation. Together they started a business, renting a small room in the Muse. They were together, and loving every minute of it. That is, until the Arcan raid. The Arcans were searching for misfits. Nox and Deis were both targets. They caught Deis and put him to death right there on the street. Some how, Nox escaped, but the memory of losing Deis still haunts him to this day. Slade User Name: Bayushi Tetsu Character Name: Ezekiel "Slade" Doberville Species: Humanoid Apparent Age: Early Thirties Description: Slade appears to be a man in his mid to late 30's. He is 6'6" tall and of muscular build. Black shoulder lenght hair and dark eyes. weight approximately 225lbs, very athletic build. Unassuming in nature, Slade does not like to be in the spot light. His clothing is non-descript in the form of a long, charcoal trench and sturdy boots. The stubble on his cheeks and chin reflect his lack of enthusiasm for getting up appearances. He's got no one to impress. Bio:Slade is the product of several generations of demonic heritage. the decendant of a mating between a minor corruption demon and a human female. Thru the generations of none of his ancestors showed any signs of demonic lineage, all having human lifespans and no powers at all... until Slade was born. He heals 3 times faster than a human and at age 18 his aging slowed to the equivelant of 1 year for every 10 years lived. he has the ability to see the 'true' appearance of anyone he comes across. Demonic investments to hide what they are or Fearie glamour have no effect on him. upon finding out his heritage he started hunting the Carnival. He seeks to destroy the demon who he has decended. he has never gotten close enough to the carnival to do his task, he seems to always be a day or week behind them. Cleaning up the aftermath they leave behind, his resolution in destroying the demon and the carnival only grows stronger. Because he has encountered the carnival and its spawn so many times before, he can now identify one of their members through physical touch. He has no qualms about killing the supernatural creatures he encounters if they show they have little concern for human life or take pleasure in killing the innocent. Those that do what they must to survive he will leave to their own pathetic existance. Leila Bellport Username: Strange Little Horror Character Name: "Doctor" Leila Bellport Species: Human Apparent Age: 27 Preference: Straight Description: Leila often dresses in medical clothing, having few streets or evening pieces except a few pairs of jeans and some T-shirts. Leila doesn’t care much for appearance, anyway, though she is aware that her body is oddly attractive, and chooses to show it off when she can. Bio:Kicked out of medical school only months before she graduated for performing “unethical” experiments on cadavers and identical twins, Leila has the same knowledge as a medical school graduate, but with nothing to prove it. In desperation of money and having no other skills, she used to perform in-home abortions, but moved onto to other medical practices in her home. Leila’s customers are desperate, have little to lose, or have a lot to lose and who’d rather not have their situations known to doctors with loose mouths. Her skill is passed by word-of-mouth only. Leila often hangs around the Muse, as she can sometimes find patients there who are willing to pay more for her services. Leila can be found at The Wing. Jack Finley User Name: Strange Little Horror Character Name: Jack Finley Species: Human Apparent Age: Doesn’t remember; Appears to be in mid-twenties Preference: Straight Description: Jack only has a few simple outfits, but always finds a way to mix and match them to look like an entirely new outfit in itself. Bio: Having been in a car accident that should’ve killed him, Jack instead lost his entire memory. He was found bruised, bloodied, and on the verge of death at the scene of the crash by a mysterious, beautiful woman who he later found out was named Marie. She took him to a hospital where he miraculously recovered, though slowly. Jack was finally released after four months, having undergone surgery, speech and mobility therapy, and improved his handwriting. With nowhere to go, Marie, unable to simply leave Jack helpless, took him in as his first friend. She took him to the Muse, a place that seemed to pulse with the very energy of the people inside, where she seemed to live. Jack wonders the Muse constantly, hoping someone will recognize him or be able to help in any way. Taking his name from a cigarette company, Jack Finley was recreating himself. In the hospital, the nurses, doctors, and Marie found that Jack was light-hearted, laid-back, and optimistic about rediscovering his past, not weighed down by the loss of everything he once was. His only possessions are the things he’s bought since the accident and a strange, colorful mask that was found at the accident, leading police to consider that Jack may’ve been driving to or from a costume party when he crashed. Nathan ScherieUser Name: animeyumichan Character Name: Nathan Scherie Species: Human Apparent Age: 23 Description:Nathan would be described as an attractive man, and he certainly knew it. His smooth skin was pale, with yellowish undertones that gave him a sort of ‘glow’ in the light. Reddish-brown hair framed his high cheekbones and angular facial features in a just below ear-length cut that was smooth and thick, with pointed sideburns. His caramel coloured eyes glittered mischievously behind a pair of square glasses. His 6’1”, lightly muscled frame was often accentuated by a three piece suit, clean and crisp, and screaming ‘dandy’: pocket watch and gloves included. Most unusually for a Human, his ears were pointed. It was not natural, obviously, but they certainly seemed that way. Having the money, he opted for the best plastic surgery possible in this modification, and the points are even able to feel, and as a lucky lady may find out, are erogenous. Bio:Nathan was born in the Gothic area of New Berlin, raised with perhaps not as much wealth as others, but enough for his family to live pleasantly. Nathans life was regular enough, ups and downs like the rest of them, the worst coming when his mother passed away when he was 14 years old. He still remembers it, and his eyes lose the light they normally hold. He was close to his mother. He never really was the same after that, always a bit more held back, a bit more quiet and much less showing of his emotions. He took the regular schooling, and found himself the proud owner of a promising career in commercial photography. His career moved onwards since, and now is providing him with a regular income, enough to live a wealthy lifestyle. He visits his Father and Sister regularly, always making sure to let them know how much he loves them. Outside of his home however, he is not as loving or caring, choosing to lead a life of frivolity and pleasure. Always mischievous and coy, he quite enjoys the pleasures that can be offered in the city. 
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 8:58 am
 In it's earliest incarnation, the formed around the time of the first city, Enoch, as a traveling band of vagabonds. Appearing in the dark of night, they would distract the masses with their unique entertainment whilst other members of their crew secretly robbed the city and kidnapped their children. Once suspicion arose amidst the townsfolk, the band would pack up and leave just as suddenly as they appeared. As the years passed the vagabonds became the equivalent of wandering minstrels. New members joined as old members left or died. The major turning point came when a vampire who worshipped the demon lords joined their ranks. He took power quickly from the group leader and turned the party into his personal bodyguards and servants. Calling himself Uziel, he used his powers to enthrall people and forced them to bow to his bidding. He dedicated anyone who died during the shows to his masters, and in return for these sacrifices Uziel and his people were granted unholy power. The more deaths that the minstrels caused the stronger they became. However, with success comes notoriety and soon their sinister agenda became apparent to their victims, in spite of their best efforts. To compensate, the demon lords granted the troupe the ability to appear at a new location out of nowhere and vanish just as easily when they came under attack. Unfortunately, using this power of gating from one place to another causes a great depletion on the magic’s surrounding them. This forces them to remain hidden for years or even decades at a time before they are able to gather enough energy to appear once more. Echelons of EvilAs man evolved, so did the minstrel party, growing not only in power but in size. Through greed and strength, leaders rose and fell within the rankings, each one introducing new powers to their ever evolving state. In the early 19th century they took on the form of a traveling circus/carnival. With the circus theme firmly in place they troupe broke into 5 distinct sects, based loosely on the rings of a circus. The lowest ring is comprised almost entirely of humans, they are the wandering entertainers and barkers for the rides and attractions. The members of this ring have almost no hope of ever gaining power beyond that which is bestowed upon them.  The 4th ring is the ren faire, the newest addition to the circus. Most if not all of the members of the ren faire have been kidnapped or stolen from Arcadia. They operate with rules and laws of their own, all dating back to 13th century. Each member of the ren faire appears as they truly are instead of hiding their fey nature. Often the crowds are astonished at the realism of their costumes, unaware that the man dressed as a satyr is really a satyr. In order to keep themselves from being destroyed by the entropic nature of the circus they have resorted to ravaging patrons for their life force, these life sustaining acts disguised in the revelry of merry making and feasts. The 3rd ring consists of the clowns. The clowns work in all areas of the circus, except the ren faire. They are the secret police and enforcers of the laws the circus folk must follow in order to maintain its contract with the patron demons who supply the power and gifts it needs to survive. Far from the happy mirth making clowns one would see at a normal circus, these clowns are twisted and corrupt. Their humor and pranks can turn quite deadly... and often do. The 2nd ring is the freak show. A good 90% of the beings on display are in fact true monsters and freaks of the supernatural world. Yes a few things displayed are out right fakes, like the mummified mermaid and the pig lady, but these lesser displays are only to keep up appearances. The other freaks are very real, prisoners of the circus, enslaved to the 2nd ring via the use of magic or drugs. None of these performers are part of the circus out of choice and more than a few are looking for escape. All of them are deadly and constantly pose a threat to the people viewing them, and to their keepers. The 1st ring is the big show, the main attraction... the big tent itself. All the performers in the big tent are supernatural beings who can pass as human. They use their powers to entertain guests with feats no circus has ever shown before, or at least no sane circus who cared about the welfare of their performers. Above the 1st ring is the ringmaster, he runs the show and deals as directly as anyone can, not only with the guest and attractions but, with the demons who grant the circus its powers....
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 8:59 am
Ama Deis Puppet MasterUsername: Chris Teke Character Name: Ama deis apparatus connubialis muris Apparent Age: 25 Species: Shadow Golem Sexual Preference: Good and Plenty Description:Ama deis was created to be as his mistress envisioned. He has jet black hair with ebony lips, and his skin is the color of the evening light. He is never seen wearing anything except leather. It could be because the leather is part of his design, or it could be because he genuinely prefers leather. No one knows, and no one cares. He received his tattoos after joining the circus and after each promotion through the ranks. Bio: Ama deis had lived most of his life serving his mistress, not knowing anything other than her will, but one fateful day changed that. In an act of the dark circus, he was freed of the mistress and developed free will. He didn't know anything but his mistresses orders, so he stayed with her for years until she was murdered. He stayed alive simply because he was not truly connected to her. He was clueless, until the circus took him. They taught him the ways of the circus. He started out in the fourth ring, like most, but after showing great talent, he was moved to the first ring. His role in the circus is the puppet master, tricking members of the audience that they want to join the circus of their own free will, when they actually have no say in the matter. He spends a great deal of time, however, capturing beasts for display in the second ring. Some of his success could be atributed to corruption, but most of it was pure talent. Regardless, he is now the puppet master of the circus and a member of the upper ring, the higher ups who pull all the strings... so to speak... Emily Living DollUsername: TheWorldIsNotOurHome Character Name: Emily Kane Apparent Age: Nineteen Description & Bio:Emily was once just a porcelain doll sitting on a little girls desk. Every night the little girl, named Marie, would sit and talk to Emily. Marie would tell her every problem she ever had. How her father would hit her, and her mother would deny it ever happened. Marie would show Emily bruises and cuts. One day Marie never came into talk to Emily. It was days before anyone even entered the room.This person was Marie's father, whom looked directly at Emily and threw her to the ground. Emily's face was smashed, the pieces spread across the floor. Marie ran into the room behind her father and cried, cutting her tiny hands on the broken pieces of Emily's once beautiful face. Marie's father started to beat Maire again, this time harder than ever. Within Marie's tears and sadness, Emily was summoned. She looked human, but her skin was cold hard. Her eyes looked glazed over, and her strength was beyond human compare. She picked up Marie's father and threw him, as he had thrown her. He hit against the wall and his neck broke, killing him instantly.When Emily looked upon her summoner for the first time for real, she did not see the love and friendliness she had always seen. Marie was looking at her with horror. From that day on, Emily never saw Marie again. She was following Marie's orders exactly. Emily eventually found her way into the circus, all in a state of apathy. Being alive was incredibly hard fo her to manage. So many emotions, and body language too. It was all so overwhelming. Over the decades, Emily eventually learned what it was to feel. She could have whole conversations. Though, she was still awkward...Something that would never change. As these feelings grew she realised what the Circus was actually about. A small twinge of something she could not name, remorse, ran through her. She was now a prisoner, but either way it did not matter. She had niether the will, nor the effort to leave anyway. Electra Cybernetic IllumitaorUsername: x-Br0k3nDr3amZ Character Name: Electra Omni Apparent Age: Seventeen Species: Robot Description:e l e c t r a has spiky dirty blonde hair, untamable and streaked with russet. Her eyes are an olive color, like a yellow-green in some portions. Her overall appearance is robotic, and that says a lot about her. She is, in fact, moreover a cybernetic organism. Sort of like a Terminator, but she has feelings, emotion, et cetera. Barely anything could give her away, unless you see her perform. Bio:Electra is not a complete robot. She mostly is, about ninety-nine hundredths robot, one hundredth human. Her body was born a very long, long time ago. It died at the age of seventeen from an infection that she had kept secret. Years later, a research facility was trying to bring people back to life by injecting a cadaver with microscopic machines, built to repair the body and set it up to be used by another organism. This was an idea to reduce the amount of graves in the Earth. Electra’s body was donated to this science. They had to work for a long time, though eventually her body was completely restored to its original form. Her defective organs were replaced by machines, including her brain. Her mind is nothing more than a computer, though her body was one-hundred percent human on the outside. Electra, having been created, was pieced together in a remote laboratory a few decades ago. Her trainers taught her everything she needed to know. It took only a few days, having a brain like a computer than a human’s. Filing away all of her knowledge, she was released into the world a year after her creation. Among civilization, she learned about the “magic” she was able to perform. A glitch in her system, it really was, but the outcome was simply spectacular. Her hands had a malfunction in the wiring, and gave off a plasma ray. Usually it would come in short bursts of electricity, though eventually she took control over it, twisting it to her favor. With practice, Electra was able to create electric shows, making shapes in the balls of plasma for her entertainment. It grew to where she could illuminate the sky if she pleased, and she sharpened these skills, built upon them, as often as possible. Then came the inevitable day when the Circus came to town. Electra was practicing her most stunning performance yet, atop a little hill she often practiced on. Without much data on the subject –lamely she is unable to remember- she was thrown into the ranks of the Circus. Her job is to entertain people with her electric feats, passing as a human in the towns any other time. She simply follows orders, as she has ever done, like a computer follows commands. Lately, she has learned how to reject things in a humanoid way. This just helps her maintain her cover she has wanted. Kei Itai Reverent AfflictionUsername: Minai chan Character Name: Kei Itai Apparent Age: Sweet Sixteen Species: Cenbobyte Hybrid Sexual Preference: Pain.. Description:In appearance, Kei seems to have taken entirely after her mother Momoru. Her delicate frame and bloodless complexion gives her the appearance of a beautiful geisha doll. The only sign of her mother, Eloise, is that of the strange, abstract markings repainted nightly on her skin. Unlike her parents's dark composure, Kei dresses almost entirely in white, lending her demeanor a touch of innocence. Upon first glance, the eye might be drawn into the intricate embroidery and skill placed into the girl's corset. Lovely white lace with just a tint of perfect scarlett tracing the hem of every outter stitching Her gloves consist of a ribbon crisscrossing it's way up her arm and tied in a gentle bow at her wrists. However, upon closer examination you will notice that the back lacings of her corset, as well as the ribbon lacing up her arm, is actually threaded through her skin. That touch of red is the faint trickle of blood that escapes the wounds left by the piercings as her skin shifts with the movement of her body. Should she lift her long, gaussian skirts, you would find her bare feet below the same corset lacing threaded through the backs of her calves, also tied in a pretty bow at the top just below her knees. Bio:Kei is the lone daughter of Momoru, the circus's resident dark geisha, and Eloise, the collector of souls. Born to the circus soil during the current Ring Master's reign, Kei is the first child to ever survive a circus birth without any signs of insanity or deformity. A quiet, seemingly pleasant girl, Kei shares her parent's morbid fascination with pain. Her skin seems to heal exceptionally quickly and never seems to scar, allowing her to renew her piercings and designs every night before dawn. Uncharacteristically friendly for a circus denzin, Kei's quiet and sometimes abstent nature has made her something of a non-entity under the big tent. Not seen as a threat, nor as a victim, she is simply a part of the decor.  AngieDaddy's Little ClownUsername: animeyumichan Character Name: Angelique ‘Angie’ Gergiez Apparent Age: 17 Species: Human Description:She has often been mistaken for a girl of but 10 years old, but she is indeed older than that. Her skin is a pale white, so perfect it almost resembles porcelain, with light pink tint around her eyes, lips, and cheeks. Her chocolate brown hair falls loosely in a ‘princess’-style cut about her rounded face. Delicate features and tiny limbs give her a graceful and childlike appearance. Her head is like a child’s, large for her body, and softly rounded. Her eyes are also large, and framed with thick lashes. She wears red dotted cheeks, heart painted lips, drawn on eyebrows, three dots between her eyes. Her dresses are always modest, and pretty, with frills, bows and lace adorning them. She always wears stockings, even on the warmest of days. She has her favourite pair of costume angel wings always attached to her dress, and many a times will be seen frolicking about ‘flying’ through the circus. Bio:Angelique had a normal family, well, to her it was. She loved her Father very much, but not her mother, that whore. Father always said that Mother was a whore, a coward, and b***h, and Angie knew it to be true. How could her Daddy ever be wrong? Ahh, her Mother never did understand Angie and her Daddies secret, never did figure it out ‘till the very end. Daddy used to take Angie hunting, oh how fun it would be. He taught Angie how to kill the beast, how to tie it up nice and neat for travel, and then how to cut it into all the best pieces. Oh how delicious it was! Mother ate it too, but Angie didn’t think she enjoyed it nearly as much as she and Daddy did. They would exchange their jokes and giggles at dinner, but Mother, she would always interrupt, ask them to stop, say it was scaring her. Daddy didn’t like this, Mother shouldn’t interfere he said, she deserved to be punished. Angie agreed, how could she not be punished? She disobeyed Daddy, and Daddy did not like being disobeyed. “The greatest hunt there ever would be!” her Daddy grinned. The ‘government’ came to take her Daddy away, said that he had ‘broken the law’, used words like ‘murder’ and ‘brainwashing’. Angies’ Daddy told her to never let herself be found, and to never go after the ‘government’, because they would take her away too. Angie hated the ‘government’; they took her Daddy away. How dare they? Angie kept her promise though; she knew the government would take her if she got them. But oh how she wished to hunt them, take them away. Angie got her wish, at first she hated it, being someplace she knew no-one, could not do anything she wished, but then she realized, in this place, she could take the ‘government’, hurt them, hunt them. Angie lives to destroy them, one-by-one, to make them suffer.  WillyThe HatterUsername: Bayushi Tetsu Character Name: Wilhelm Friedrich Von Stuttgart Apparent Age: Appears about 20ish Species: Appears human Bio:Wilhelm was born into a minor noble family in bavaria sometime in the late to mid 14th century. Being a member of the Zantosa revenant family, he was afforded the wealth and prosperity to do as he wanted. in his youth he spent much of his time watching his mother attend lavish balls and parties throughout most of the european courts. He learned early on that beauty could get a person anything they wanted, be it wealth, fame, or a plentitude of lovers. When he was 13 he learned the art of flesh crafting (inherant to all of his family) and excelled at it greatly. He manipulated his own looks to make him more attractive to others visually. As he praticed his art he developed the skill of bone crafting, a rarity for his kind. He began selling his favours to people: making them into living works of art befitting their status. If the people could not pay in material wealth, he took from them what he wanted. sometimes the cost of his services were minor and at other times he would take one of the most valuable things the family had, a child. He saw the innocense of children as one of the true beautiful things in the world and wanted to possess it. As the children aged, he tried his best to sculpt them so they remained visions of youth and beauty. This always failed as they grew older. When he could no longer maintain them as perfect living statues of innocense, he would horribly disfigure them and abandon them to the world. His one success in creating a living statue was his own "cousin" many generations removed from him. He found her in the late 16th century after she was abandoned by her parents for not fitting into their ideals of what a proper young woman should be. Sculpting her to look like a cherub they traveled together thru europe for decades, and since she, like him aged much slower than humanity, she was his constant companion. They both found the circus by accident. it was pure luck that they happened upon it during it's waning moments in Paris. The ring master decided with his skills and obsession to keep children pure, in looks, and his "cousins" bizaar beauty, they would make perfect additions to the troupe. Sadly for his cousin this would bring her end. Wilhelm had become cold and was losing interest in her. when given the chance to create more "statues" he glady took the oppertunity. His cousin, having no true skills was sent to be a member of the Ren faire where she would act as a lady in waiting to one of the Fae. she was eventually used for all the glamour they could take from her and sent out of the circus grounds to die. Wilhelm took to calling himself "The Hatter" and would wander the circus grounds performing tricks for children who had been seperated from their adult chaperones. He found it easy to manipulate them by teaching them to perform tricks that he knew. Any child who remained on the circus grounds after closing would become bound to it. wilhem would then be given the chance to sculpt them, but only into what the ringmaster wanted them to be. With the death of the ringmaster and his replacement with someone who realized the benifit of keeping wilhelm happy. His loyalty to the circus and it's ruling ring has increased to such an extant he has no wish to ever leave it. he does the task he heas set for himself: Perserving the innocense of the children left behind.  TiaThe SeerUsername: Minai chan Character Name: Tia Dalma Apparent Age: Appears perhaps 14ish Species: Appears human Bio:The circus aquired Tia through slavers who had captured the young lass during a run through a remote series of islands. The slavers themselves had stopped for the night and sought the delights of the more.. exotic.. female entertainers the carnival had to offer. Before the night was through both the slavers and thier slaves had all fallen victim to the thirst of the carnival. The only captive they chose to keep was the strange little voodoo child. Having no where else to go and a truly eccentric view of morality, Tia has never been considered a flight risk. She is quite content to remain in her small wagon where she practices the ancient arts of her people. When the big top goes up, Tia acts as a fortune teller and card reader. The circus goers may find the seer's predictions creepy and entertaining, but they are not the only ones who turn to the young voodoo girl for answers. Carnival inhabitants themselves often seek Tia's advice, and she is willing to give offer.. if the payment is fair..
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:05 am
La Venalicium Sector of Business: Black Market Location: Ground level of the Muse The room is small, but it holds everything from pets to poison; from weapons to cures. Each item is sorted into its proper category and meticulously alphabetized. Black silk drapes hang across the ceiling embroidered with living gold. In the back of the store, an Isidar, Mother Rose, grows from the wall. The flower spreads its black roots through the shop, and keeps watch over it. The rose's enchantment hides the door to the shop from those it feels have ill intentions. The Hotel Letum Sector of Business: Hotel Accommodations Location: 1st and Broadway, 3 blocks north of The Muse Once the most famous, most beautiful hotel in the world. But when the original owner killed him self after his daughter was taken by vampires, the hotel took to its name (Letum means ruin in latin) and quickly went to ruins. The hotel remained empty for thousands of years until a family of shadows moved in. They tried every thing they could to get the building back into working condition, but whatever they did undid something else. Eventually, they gave up of trying to renew the place and opened it up. The hotel was still beautiful. The paintings, although they were peeling, could still strike awe into anyone who walked by. The hotel had been designed in the renaissance by a famus architecht, who now no one remembered. In its prime, it was a burst of color, but now, it aws drab and plain. which was probably more suiting for the gothic sector of Berlin. The Wing Sector of Business: Illegal medical clinic, no accommodations Location: Belmont and Main, 8 blocks from The Muse Inside Leila’s home, a simple brick and white wood two-story house, similar to every other house in the neighborhood beyond the gothic sector. Dedicating a room of her house as a sort of hospital, Leila can and will perform almost any medical need, from simple cleaning and bandaging of wounds to minor surgeries such as to remove a bullet or two. Rumors fly by that a large number of patients happen to be well-to-do, wealthy, or otherwise socially known people, seeking more… unmentionable services. Cayne Sector of Business: Photography: the place has a studio, darkroom and development area, printing, and services for hire. Location: Spyre and Carne, 11 Blocks from The Muse Located in an underground spread, Cayne photography could easily be looked over, but the steps leading down from the sidewalk into the building give a hint of what is inside: pleasant black spires and gothic architecture adorn the doorway. Indoors it is as pleasant as any modern above-ground building. Decorated in deep reds and midnight blacks, the place has the look of a gentlemen’s club, and everything inside suits the look perfectly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:06 am
Gambling in the Muse
Card Game Rules:
First hand: Each player rolls a single d20 using a post action.
Second hand: Player can -
1) draw a whole new hand and discard the old one. This is done by rerolling a d20 and the new roll replaces the old roll (( even if it's worse than the first one )). This is your final roll.
2) Stick with the hand but trade some cards for new ones. Doesn't matter how many cards you trade, you roll a single d6 and add that number to your original d20 roll. This is your final score.
Third Hand: In case of a tie, this is the deal breaker. Each tying player rolls one d6 and adds to their score from the second hand.
Whoever has the highest roll wins!
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 2:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 3:09 pm
'The Muse' was roaring tonight. The music was pulsing, the lights dim. Dancers moving in time on the floor, intoxicated with the beat. On raised platforms around the edge of the center floor, lithe gothic go-go girls slither and writhe to the sound, their reflections mimicing their movements against the mirrored walls surrounding.
Back near the bar counter, where it was a bit quieter to allow for conversation, cute and dangerous looking waitresses in short skirts glide about the tables. Relaxing upon a bar stool, legs crossed, a glass of wine held in her black gloved hand. Franky watches the club goers enjoy themselves, tapping her toe to the rhythm beneath her thigh-high black vinyl boots.
From a table nearby, the waitress tells the inhabitants with a flirty grin. "Well, My name is Kendal and I'll be looking after you tonight. You need anything Sugar, you just let me know". As the girl walks away, the patrons get a nice glimpse as those short skirts provide a clear shot the mile high legs beneath those thigh high lacings.
Moving along the stools of the bar, the waitress pauses at the woman dressed in black who's been silently observing the crowd. "Mistress" Kendal's tone laced with impishness, "Do you think my skirts are too short?".
Franky lowers her wine glass momentarily, her eyes drifting over the shapely waitress. "No darling" she replies casually.
Kendal's nose scrunches in disproval as she reaches slightly beneath her corset and hikes the skirt up a little more at her waist. "Damn thing is always sliding down." she mutters with some small irritation.
Franky's lips curl into an amused smirk. "I knew there was a reason you bring in the most in tips each night", she replies with a wink.
"You know it" Kendal purrs, leaning down to kiss Franky's cheek before swishing off and up the stairs to make her rounds.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 8:56 am
A deft flick of the wrist cause the bottle Urban had snagged moments before to rotate within his palm a full three times before his steps settled him behind the Mistress, a distinctive "hsssssss-pop!" marking the cork being removed. Gripping the neck of the bottle between forefinger and thumb, he gave it a sharp spin, his hand darting to a specific fulcrum point between Franky's lowered glass and the toppling bottle, his other rising to make contact with the bottom, a measure of the deep burgandy fluid splashing into her glass, returning it to full.
Deftly rotating the bottle back to the counter, he absently tucked the cork into place as he shook his head, watching Kendal flounce off, a wry smirk appearing before his slightly rough tenor murmured to Franky, "Hope she has pins to keep that thing in place... we're running hot tonight, even before Iria starts up. I give it an hour, tops, before we close the ropes, Mistress. Any special requests or guests?"
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