Welcome to my journal. Please mind the mess. Some of these are more filled out than others, and some are outdated. This is for more information on all my faes as I acquire them. Sort of organized chaos if you will. if you've got questions, I may have the answer.
Custom List I'm working on: OCs/Randos Lucifer Prince of Darkness - High Demon - Syn and Nyx Prophetesses of the kingdom - Demons - Dark elf? Succubus? Something else? Katherine Jane Eclipse-Angelic-Shadow walker Trillian Maeve Donovan-Angelic-Sidhe Devica-Succubus Kim-ninetails Hikaru-Ninetails Hitomi-Wolf Xiao Te - Fairy Dragon - Mandra/Doppleganger?
'Daisuke/Tsukihime'
[size=18][color=#303F9F][b]FULL CUSTOM REQUEST[/b][/color][/size] [b]Username:[/b] Rinial Sisterdragon [b]Kat’s Race (Cosplay may change this):[/b] Kitsune/Wolf OC [b]Is this a Cosplay:[/b] Nope [b]Line art:[/b] Kitsune [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Unedited/Edited:[/b] Very edited [b]Hair:[/b] Please see references below [b]Wings:[/b] [b]Body:[/b] Please see references below [b]Eyes:[/b] Please see references below but Very BLUE [b]Request:[/b] Please see references below For all clothing, hairstyle, markings and accessories. [b]Image Refs:[/b] [url=https://res.cloudinary.com/dyzforia/image/upload/v1678660413/Avatar representations of characters/Avatars for OCs/Daisuke/Daisukechan.png]Ref 1[/url] [url=https://res.cloudinary.com/dyzforia/image/upload/v1678660413/Avatar representations of characters/Avatars for OCs/Daisuke/DaisukechanOutfit1.png]Ref 2[/url][url=https://res.cloudinary.com/dyzforia/image/upload/v1678660413/Avatar representations of characters/Avatars for OCs/Daisuke/DaisukechanOutfit2.png]Ref 3[/url][url=https://res.cloudinary.com/dyzforia/image/upload/v1678660413/Avatar representations of characters/Avatars for OCs/Daisuke/DaisukechanMarkings1.png]Ref 4[/url][url=https://res.cloudinary.com/dyzforia/image/upload/v1678660413/Avatar representations of characters/Avatars for OCs/Daisuke/DaisukechanMarkings2.png]Ref 5[/url] [b]Any info you want to share about this character (Personality, temperament, backstory, etc.):[/b] Daisuke is VERY cocky, self assured, and a dom/top boy. He likes being someone who looks like he's a bottom and making others regret their assumptions. Daisuke has nine tails(not sure if the line art does or not. lol) [b]Does the Colorist have permission to stream the custom:[/b] Yeees, and let me KNOW [b]Additional Notes:[/b] Daisuke has a twin, his twin is an identical twin, but female, and different colors due to backstory.
[size=18][color=#303F9F][b]FULL CUSTOM REQUEST[/b][/color][/size] [b]Username:[/b] Rinial Sisterdragon [b]Kat’s Race (Cosplay may change this):[/b] Kitsune/Wolf OC [b]Is this a Cosplay:[/b] Nope [b]Line art:[/b] Kitsune [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Unedited/Edited:[/b] Very edited [b]Hair:[/b] Please see references below [b]Body:[/b] Please see references below [b]Eyes:[/b] Please see references below, but Very BLUE [b]Request:[/b] Please see references below For all clothing, hairstyle, markings and accessories. [b]Image Refs:[/b] [url=https://res.cloudinary.com/dyzforia/image/upload/v1678660433/Avatar representations of characters/Avatars for OCs/Tsukihime/Tsukihimechan.png]Ref 1[/url] [url=https://res.cloudinary.com/dyzforia/image/upload/v1678660434/Avatar representations of characters/Avatars for OCs/Tsukihime/TsukihimechanOutfit1.png]Ref 2[/url][url=https://res.cloudinary.com/dyzforia/image/upload/v1678660434/Avatar representations of characters/Avatars for OCs/Tsukihime/TsukihimechanOutfit2.png]Ref 3[/url][url=https://res.cloudinary.com/dyzforia/image/upload/v1678660433/Avatar representations of characters/Avatars for OCs/Tsukihime/TsukihimechanMarkings1.png]Ref 4[/url][url=https://res.cloudinary.com/dyzforia/image/upload/v1678660434/Avatar representations of characters/Avatars for OCs/Tsukihime/TsukihimechanMarkings2.png]Ref 5[/url] [b]Any info you want to share about this character (Personality, temperament, backstory, etc.):[/b] Tsukihime is missing two of her tails, so she only has seven, this is due to a very traumatic event when she was younger, and while she's a bit more timid than her twin, she's still a force to be reconed with. [b]Does the Colorist have permission to stream the custom:[/b] You know it. Just lemme waaatch!! [b]Additional Notes:[/b] Tsukihime is identical to her twin, only female instead of male, and her colors are darker. So I guess she's a color shifted version.
Vampire Raver boy
Cosplays: FFXIV: Alphinaud/Alisae Estinien Haucherfaunt Tataru!! Kanna and Washuu Kokonoe(Me and the spouse's ffxiv characters.)
History: Ziggy has been a slightly more mischievous druid, rather than the complete goody two shoes most are, and thusly he's been fairly...shunned by most of his kind. There are those that know him fairly well, He's come to find himself a rather lovely mate. A buck-some Ottsel girl who stole his heart. >.> it was the eyes he swears.
History: Rekish met Mashiro very very early on in his life and fell very deeply for the girl who only spoke her name. He's been gently adoring her ever since they officially had their mateship.
Name: Erathina Fae type: Heartsnatcher Gender: Female Orientation: Doesn't matter as long as it's pretty. Mate: Flings: G-Berri's dude Breeding Agreement: [x]
Offspring: Daughters: Rusalka ??? Sons:
Likes: Shards, breaking keys, rusting locks. and snapping sticks in half Dislikes: whole creatures.
Personality:
History: Erathina has had a pair of daughters. Looking for something, not her heart obviously. She's been very twitchy about her daughter Rusalka as she is very much a water demon and a terrible little troll. But she loves her all the same despite having had the goddess of her species bless the child.
Likes: Breaking the spirits of those around her. Dislikes:
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*** This blessing guarantees you only one breeding with a guaranteed female baby. She will not be able to have a female of her own unless another Blood Moon Occurs. Please choose your breeding carefully.
As the moon curled and bled with the single sign the Goddess smirked in delight. Taking her leave to the mortal world she sought out the first one. The child that held the pact as she dull-fully responded to her creator's whims yet let her own power emanate with another of her kind. It was a stupid attempt on Epona's part to harness her children for those that prevail learn to break free...
She cared not for the parents nor the sibling this child would learn to call "family". This certain child was one of her select females born of a pact into the mortal realm. Hissing toward the parents she snatched up the baby girl kelpie in her arms and looked deeply into her newborn eyes, "I Källahäst Vrede bless you, " she spoke running her thumb along the child's forehead, "You Rusalka are given my gift to use wisely. There will be others like you but you are the first child. You are my blood, my aggression.... my power".
Nodding she placed the baby kelpie back beside her sibling then glared at the parents, "Protect her but remember neither of you will ever fathom what she is...." Taking her leave she returned to the depths swimming away leaving only a necklace much like her own in the infant's tiny hoof.
Yes there would be others.... Only time would hinder her in accomplishing this miracle.
Rusalka
Rusalka stared up at the strange being that picked her up, felt a deeper connection to this being than to her own parents, she smiled, a cruel but sweet smile on the maw of the child.
She sat there, not knowing what the words were that were spoken to her, but feeling the meaning behind them. She looked to her family, and smirked coyly, then reached up to be lifted by her mother, she held out the necklace to her mother, a silent order to put it on her.
She would wear this blessing and consider her mate accordingly.
Sons: Likes: Designing undergarments/Fashion. Rearranging bones Dislikes: Those that refuse her designs
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History: Once Sweet Pea was a struggling designer. No model would wear her designs ever. They didn't like the idea of it being permanent. After one of her more dreary days, she went to a party and was offered an interview for a job. Little did she know at the time that the creature that offered her the job would find her work so interesting that he'd want to bring her into the un-life.
Now she is a vampire. One of the undead and with a grand ability to meld bone in any shape she wants, to fit her beloved designs, no matter how they change or how much more permanent she makes them.
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Past RPs: Let the interview begin. [x] Fashion Show [x] Much of her RP is over Discord, cuz...raunchyass Sire.
Name: Kringe Crows Fae type: Zombie Panda Gender: Female Orientation: BRAAAAINS Mate: Flings: Jayare Rotten, Randal Offspring: Daughters: Nitch R. Crowes Ai Bee Rotten
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Personality: Cringe doesn't have much of a personality save when she's eating brains. Unlike many of her kin she prefers to dine in elegance, her brains on a plate before her with knife and fork. Though she will go for brain flavored Ramen over that any day. She likes showing that though she is a zombie she's still fairly civilized and a little bit of an otaku as well, her goal some day is to eat the mind of an actual otaku from Japan. History:
Personality: Brix is the son of Tefla and a FaeDonkey named Lau. It was a one night tryst and Brix was the result. Well he and his brother. He has many of the faedonkey attributes, but he does not have nearly the same stubborness as normal faedonkey due to his upbringing with his twisted mother. He is a little more willing to bend and not nearly as happy to work as most of his kind. His specialty being troubled work causes no end of grief for those around him and really he'd much rather go and try his hand at dark magic than pull a plow any day.
Name: Skipp Boss Fae type: Rawrsaur Gender: Male Orientation: Males of the Fe variety Mate: Flings: Tara Tank, amareti, Josette Lyn Breeding agreement: [x]
faekats's story: It was a lovely day like any other, Toxic had as per her normal mode of operation, decided to go and look into some local flora for poison attributes that could be useful in her tinctures and potions.
Sly and quiet though her body was so brightly colored she slunk about and shifted around to find a very strange thing in the middle of seemingly nowhere.
An egg. The hell are you doing here? Then she heard it. The softest sweetest voice. Luring. Honeyed with sweetness that could not be ignored.
She shifted in her stance and walked nearly in a trance toward the egg. Her hand reached out to the pulsing energy that began to pull on her body. Her ears curled back as she begged her hand not to touch it. Pleaded mentally, something seemed so very wrong about this.
Her long fingers caressed the egg and she felt her memories bleed back into her mind. Things she'd buried long ago. Things she'd tried so hard to leave behind. Memories that were best left in the shadows of a broken child's past.
The day had been a bright one when her egg had been hatched. But something was off. Her parents could see it in her mind, in her body in everything the young Ottsel did. She enjoyed things she shouldn't and craved to be curled in darkness, in that which her mother fought. It was small things at first. A few smashed bugs here. A few tormented woodland creatures.
Her memories jumped, and she prayed it wouldn't bring up her greatest failure, but the egg's voice was too sweet, No...Please...I can't. The voice compelled and so they flowed again.
The scene became one of terror, fear. Her voice strangled in terror, abject as the voices clamored in hatred, "You raised an evil curse on us!"
"Should've drowned it when it hatched."
"Woman, you should have broken her egg when you bore that evil man's child!"
She heard her mother wail, "But she was sweet. She could have been one of us, saved by our goddess!"Her pleading voice fell on deaf ears. "Evil must be stamped out. We are fighters for good, and when one of our own has fallen into the trap, we must take precautions that they do not cause harm."
The voices came ever closer, her heart beat faster and faster. Abject terror clasped the poor mind as she tried so hard to stay quiet. She saw her kin, her family, her friends, looking for her.
"THERE THE WHELP IS!"
She tried to run, but all she could feel was pain as her body was knocked to the ground. "MAMA!!!!" She had felt a crack as the older female landed on her. Her body being shifted and yanked about as she was dragged by her ears back to the ones who hunted her.
Her memories fogged for a few moments as the egg seemed to weave into her mind deeper.
Flashes of weapons, a tall cliffside, the noises of water rushing. Her mother with a tear-stained face dagger in hand approaching the bound girl. Fear welling up as her mother cut her bonds and shoved her over the cliff. A howl of pain and a loud sickening noise. The last thing she saw before she hit the water was the head of her mother following her into the depths.
The egg purred and released her. "The hell are you?" Toxic sprang back and sank down to her knees. There was no answer but a pulse from the egg. "You know what no one else does. And what no one ever should," Unshed tears glistened in her eyes, "Why the hell would you dig that up?" She sighed, "And all that because of an accident of birth, or maybe a curse. I only made some of their rat-b*****d kids puke for two days. They shredded my stupid doll...And then...I just..." Her voice trailed off as she put away all those emotions.
"Well, it's been swell, but I'm pretty sure you've got someone takin' care of ya, so I'll just be on my way."She sighed, "You know what...here."
She pulled a torn and somewhat tortured-looking doll from a satchel at her side, "You keep him, and come find me when ya hatch. We'll have a long talk."
and what came of that:
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The alter began to shake as the ebil Ottsel attempted to leave as a beam of red light came from behind her. the egg had hatched as a god stood behind her newly born from the sorrows of her story her story was enough to wake the god from his slumber within the egg having been waiting far too long. behind him, his brother and sister stood as he held the plushie in his hand
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Name: Ricky Rocket and Xam Xou Fae type: Flitter Kitter Gender: Male Orientation: Mate: Zecora Flings: Offspring: Daughters:
I am the Goddess of Wrath - Nemesis. My mate is the Angel of my Divine Punishment - Zaapiel. I write this letter now so that you might understand the nature of what is to come. Our son searches for a heart like his own - and we have deemed it necessary for him to spend some time amongst the mortals so that he may better understand what our duties are as deities.
Before judgment was passed and it was determined that you had won the child's heart, the sincerity of your emotion was examined and weighed. I have given unto the child the voice of Grief. The Goddess of Wrath stands not for violence - but for justice. He must find the power hidden within him and go forth to find those whose Grief consumes them. Weigh them. Measure them. Bring those that need Nemesis to me that I might give them peace - should it be within my power to do so.
My dearest Son... Seek out those who need you. Grant them peace if you can. Above all else... Remember this, you are not the cause of Grief. You are the voice of those in need for whom their Grief is too great. You serve as my eyes, ears, and heart in such matters.
May Justice guide you, Faith keep you, and Love give you the strength to do your duty. When you come of age and understand your place, you may seek me out in the grove where my most ancient and hidden temple lies in secret.""
Name: Koutaro Rei Fae type: Demon OC Gender: Male Orientation: Qian Wu Mate: Qian Wu(Not here yet) Offspring: Daughters:
Name: Wei Fae type: Demi of Fertility Gender: BOTH Orientation: All the sexes Mate: NOPE Flings: Rei, Dante (Both Anthro), Jing(Berri), Xiang(Me) Offspring: Daughters:
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Personality: Wei likes sex. And sexual things. and ALL THE DAMN HAPPINESS. And makin' babies and gifting those with no ability to have children through normal means with strange mutated babies of awesome. Basically an all around cool kickass chickadiee.
Personality: Amria is tempered vanity, with the good grace to keep her followers entertained. That's not to say her cunning is lacking, but she knows well how to bend the opinion of those to be more so in her favor. She adores the lavish things that the Vainglaree acquire but takes a distinct glee in the craft of her Dominee clan.
While the Vainglaree offer trinkets and trifles of jewels and lavish fabrics, the Dominee off up performances, more of their body and soul. She adores the material and immaterial balance her two clans offer her. It gives far more balance than many of the others, at least that is how she feels on the subject.
All at once she embodies the passion of her Dominee, as well as the pride of her Vainglaree.
As to how she interacts with her mothers and sisters, she has few grudges to be held against them. Minor things that all children have against their parents, and siblings. There is one outstanding spat that she and her mother have had recently and that was over the reinstatement of the traitor clan. It is still something that will cause friction whenever brought up, but she maintains her balance and does not bring it up unless it is topical.
Alcove in the Succubus temple: Her altar is not of stone but of crystal, delightfully shimmering clear and many colored all at once, cards of fortunes lay upon it at one side, on another side a chest of jewels and trinkets. These are the two sides her clans draw from. In the middle, a round and ever-changing crystal ball floats. This altar is located at the back of the opening of her part of the temple. The doorway is lavishly decorated with lace and velvet curtains as if to invite one into a boudoir of sin. The center of the room is a fire pit. The inset of fire pit has another inset for the dancing circle where her Dominee perform their entertainment. Outside of the circle she has strewn fabrics of all sorts as well as plush pillows for her Vainglaree to recline and enjoy as well as her Dominee to relax after they've given a show.
Towards the rear of the room is a large bed where she often rests to view and speak with her clans. She views all her clan members as equals, the elders are lovely women who have worked hard to get where they are.
On the back wall, there is a lovely large elaborate door of wood that leads to her inner chambers, this is where more private meetings are held, and where her priestesses have branched off room and board. The harem-like theme is strong here, silks, pillows, and plush surround a bed that is much larger than the one she rests upon when giving audience to the clan members. This is where she keeps all the libations given to her, from the tiniest stone to the grandest chest, each one arranged in the room to give the greatest impression of appreciation and devotion of her followers.
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Username: Rinial Sisterdragon Which Goddess are you trying for? Vainglaree/Dominee Goddess Name: Amria Name Meaning: Romanian for a Curse Personality: Amria is tempered vanity, with the good grace to keep her followers entertained. That's not to say her cunning is lacking, but she knows well how to bend the opinion of those to be more so in her favor. She adores the lavish things that the Vainglaree aquire, but takes a distinct glee in the craft of her Dominee clan.
While the Vainglaree offer trinkets and trifles of jewels and lavish fabrics, the Dominee off up performances, more of their body and soul. She adores both the material and immaterial balance her two clans offer to her. It gives far more balance than many of the others, at least that is how she feels on the subject.
All at once she embodies the passion of her Dominee, as well as the pride of her Vainglaree.
As to how she interacts with her mothers and sisters, she has few grudges to be held against them. Minor things that all children have against their parents, and siblings. There is one outstanding spat that she and her mother have had in recent and that was over the reinstatement of the traitor clan. It is still something that will cause friction whenever brought up, but she maintains her balance and does not bring it up unless it is topical.
Describe her Alcove in the Temple: Her altar is not of stone but of crystal, delightfully shimmering clear and many colored all at once, cards of fortunes lay upon it at one side, another side a chest of jewels and trinkets. These are the two sides her clans draw from. In the middle a round and ever changing crystal ball floats. This altar is located at the back of at the opening of her part of the temple. The doorway lavishly decorated with lace and velvet curtains, as if to invite one into a boudior of sin. The center of the room is a fire pit. The inset of the fire pit has another inset for the dancing circle where her Dominee perform their entertainment. Outside of the circle she has strewn fabrics of all sorts as well as plush pillows for her Vainglaree to recline and enjoy as well as her Dominee to relax after they've given a show.
Towards the rear of the room is a large bed where she often rests to view and speak with her clans. She views all her clan members as equals, the elders are lovely women who have worked hard to get where they are.
On the back wall there is a lovely large elaborate door of wood that leads to her inner chambers, this is where more private meetings are held, and where her priestesses have branched off room and board. The harem like theme is strong here, silks, pillows, and plush surround a bed that is much larger than the one she rests upon when giving audience to the clan members. This is where she keeps all the libations given to her, from the tiniest stone to the grandest chest, each one arranged in the room to give the greatest impression of appreciation and devotion of her followers.
RP Prompt: What a wonderful thing to hear when there was war going on. It was an idle thought as she reviewed the message from one of the more loyal girls within the clans. It seemed that the Vainglaree clan was plotting an uprising against the elder. Now it wasn't like she couldn't understand wanting to crown someone who was a little more....present than Tala, but diplomacy was a better option than simply overthrowing and possibly killing the leader. It HURT when infighting caused the death of one of her small number of followers. Seemingly those wanting to cause the uprising hadn't seen what it had done to her when the Dominee clan had lost their leader to the Terasin leader's treachery.
Amria narrowed her eyes pointedly, that was still very much a sore spot for her as her mother had brought back the traitor clan, half powered and cursed and under her watchful eye, but she'd not lifted a finger when that 'insignificant' clan had lost their leader. Some days she wanted nothing more than to stab her mother in the face for her callous disregard for the lives of her followers. However, it would not do to show that sort of distrust or disgust to her loving mother lest she end up the same as the first Angelique. But those were thoughts for another time.
She would call the Vainglaree clan, they needed to understand that backstabbing, underhanded foolishness was going to get them in trouble. Their pride and vanity while perfectly alright, did not need to lead to this disruptive idiocy, especially not with war coming. Her clans were the least troublesome as often they were more self-involved, but with Dominee barely coming back, she was not going to stand for the clan that had survived much falling into the failures of previous decades.
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The clan had gathered, the few members that lingered looked uncomfortable at best, "Now then, I am glad that you all could make it." She stood clothed in black, a rare color for her as most times her clothing was rich in deep jewel tones and see-through, her eyes narrowed, "I have heard there is talk that Tala is not fit to be a leader, and being your patron goddess, I would like proof that she is unable to lead you, if she is found unable, I shall be the one to choose the next leader." She watched as there was an uncomfortable shift among the few members, "Speak up, or shall I make you all talk?" She smirked in a way that gave no question of whose daughter she was. They would get to the bottom of this, and it would be dealt with.
Trivia Answers: 1. What clan is inspired by gypsies? The Dominee 2. What clan enjoys vivid colors? Imagica 3. In which clan is light eyes and skin tones considered most desirable? Phantasm 4. Which clan's members are most likely to have hidden weapons secreted on their body? Embrae 5. Which clan might be mistaken for Vampires? Sangre 6. Which clan has the largest ego? The Vainglaree 7. Who is the elder of the Phantasm clan? Kalrana Lhundal 8. Who is the elder of the clan that is inspired by ancient Egypt? Amunet Anippe 9. Which clan uses herbs and potions? Terasin 10. Which clan would be the most bland in terms of color/appearance? Ashwalkers
Semicustom Form: Gypsy belly dancer with far too many jewels and trinkets. [Color Palette] See references for inspirations: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]
Name: Wicked Embrace Fae type: Vampire Gender: Male Orientation: ********>: No Flings: Caitlin 'Linny' D'Moura (Repeatedly) Breeding Agreement: [x]
Offspring: Daughters:
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Likes: Masochists, Making Linny whimper, The sounds Linny makes in general, Crushing the men who think they can have Linny all to themselves, Linny's penchant for inappropriate behavior, Flirting, capturing others' hearts only to break them, Linny is one of his favorite sources
Dislikes: Being high and dry on sources, lacking sex, males who think they can top him, women who want to top him. (Excluding Linny of course because she can beg for anything from him)
Personality: Wick, as he prefers to be called is truly an empty shell, somewhat more so than others of his clan. His view of himself changes depending on what source he's been feeding off of. If it is a source that adores him utterly without question, he views himself as a being built perfectly and beautifully, one who deserves adoration. If his source fears him, he will be feared, he will terrify, and he will harm. He is whatever his little sources need him to be, because, beneath it all, he knows without his sources, without their desires for him, he would spend his days bored and wondering what his unlife had become. He has no greater joy than when he finds a new source to use, and bend to his will. He is pleased when an old source comes crawling back, begging for his attention. In all his years of unlife, he has indulged in every vice possible and will indulge them every chance he gets. But allow me to let him speak for himself.
"My personality? Oh, how sweet, you wish to get to know me? Buy me a drink, I'll give you all the words you want to hear, and even more. Just love me, obey me, devote your whole self to me, and we will be perfectly in sync."
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Owner Username: Rinial Sisterdragon Tell us a bit about your RP style: So My style tends to reflect those I write with. On occasion, I can write worlds, and express emotions deeply. I try very hard when I've developed a character to leave room for growth, but also remain true to who they have always been. Writing and RP is a way that I evolve my style, and try out characters I never would have thought to before. I experiment a lot, and can fully admit when it's not working. And when inspiration or hyperfocus hits, I can write for hours. Which Elder are you trying for?: Male Daeva Elder How much do you know about the Clan of your Elder?: So long ago I read through and wanted to try playing actual V:tM, but never got into a group to play. Always been fascinated by the game. As far as Daeva are concerned, they are often caught in their vices of the flesh, desiring the sensations they felt as mortals, but never quite reaching it. They want to feel emotions, real emotions, and not simply pretend. They feed on the emotions of others, almost as much as they need blood to survive. They take, like, and feed on others as narcissists often do from their chosen sources. Daeva are the narcissists who take and take without giving a single part of themselves to the other party. Though they may feign the emotions to prevent a particularly delicious source from leaving their grasp. Vampire’s Name: Wicked Embrace Vampire’s Personality: Wick, as he prefers to be called is truly an empty shell, somewhat more so than others of his clan. His view of himself changes depending on what source he's been feeding off of. If it is a source that adores him utterly without question, he views himself as a being built perfectly and beautifully, one who deserves adoration. If his source fears him, he will be feared, he will terrify, and he will harm. He is whatever his little sources need him to be, because, beneath it all, he knows without his sources, without their desires for him, he would spend his days bored and wondering what his unlife had become. He has no greater joy than when he finds a new source to use, and bend to his will. He is pleased when an old source comes crawling back, begging for his attention. In all his years of unlife, he has indulged in every vice possible and will indulge them every chance he gets. But allow me to let him speak for himself.
"My personality? Oh, how sweet, you wish to get to know me? Buy me a drink, I'll give you all the words you want to hear, and even more. Just love me, obey me, devote your whole self to me, and we will be perfectly in sync."
Your Elder is selecting a candidate for Embrace. How do they do so?: "Embracing?" Deep violet eyes scanned the room as he thought on who might be good for his clan, "I'm not particularly into the idea of bringing in more of us, but Daeva needs to grow." He purred slightly as he spoke, "I suppose someone to embrace would have to have a... visceral hunger of some sort, that couldn't be properly fed in their mortal form." His fanged smile grew sweetly, "I do enjoy torturing the masochistic types. You know the type that some would mistake for a Tzimisce until they understood that this was not someone with a mind that would flourish in pain, this is just a poor troubled mortal who's not come to understand the true craving of pain, and in the unlife, a masochist is an absolute treasure. Few become truly accustomed to being a Daeva in the way a sadist or a masochist mortal will. So I search for those types. After all, they tend to enjoy the process, as well as the aftermath and their appetites from their mortal life only become more demanding." He grinned, "Now then, which are you?"
So to explain this a little more clearly, Wick tends to search out mortals who have vices of pain and pleasure. Those within the kink sphere are the ones he is most prone to, but if someone has an obsessive kind of attraction he will consider them as well.
Likes: the pit, sacrifice, burning the scent of the weak from their flesh.
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Personality: Ancient, incomprehensible, and somewhat void of reasonable thoughts. They enjoy the ritual sacrifice, they do not understand much of what goes on in the world now, as they are devoid of desire for anything other than the end of the world as was promised by the prophecy of Gehanna. They've knowledge of demons as they've trained them, their infernal power far beyond others of their bloodline and clan. If they must work with others of their clan they will become cordial, and careful, appearing to not be as powerful a being as they are. Though many Baali will display their full power in efforts to prove themselves worthy, Eshtaractih has become a power by being more reserved, and secretive with their discoveries, and only sharing with a select few. Many of the Baali are said to have at least two sides to themselves. Eshtaractih has four. They are all aspects that work to ensure that they do not fall prey to any foolish newcomers. These aspects are all united under the single name, Eshtaractih, but they come as Eshtaractih the Empress, a sadist and controlling ruler, Eshtaractih the Enchantress, charmer and deceiver, Eshtaractih the Goddess, inspiring love and fear, Eshtaractih the Connoisseur, the enjoyer of delicacies offered freely, and those they steal for themselves. This is what Eshtaractih has held to, and the division of their mind as such has served them well within the confines of the Baali.
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Owner Username: Rinial Sisterdagon Tell us a bit about your RP style: So My style tends to reflect those I write with. On occasion, I can write worlds, and express emotions deeply. I try very hard when I've developed a character to leave room for growth, but also remain true to who they have always been. Writing and RP is a way that I evolve my style, and try out characters I never would have thought to before. I experiment a lot, and can fully admit when it's not working. And when inspiration or hyperfocus hits, I can write for hours. (This is totally copy pasted from my other entry because it's the best description I've written) Why does this particular Disciple appeal to you?: To be honest, I've seen several Disciples come up, but looking into the Baali, these vampires are the type to embrace the more demonic side of being immortal bloodsuckers, and not being the pretty fancy beauties, but carrying their own style of feral allure, as well as becoming obsessed with their vicious desire to bring about the absolute destruction of the world, and well, just the destruction for the sake of destruction as they believe the world will end. Plus I mean, look at them!! they're absolutely glorious! Vampire’s Name: Eshtaractih (A scrambling of Ishtar and Hecate) Vampire’s Personality: Ancient, incomprehensible, and somewhat void of reasonable thoughts. They enjoy the ritual sacrifice, they do not understand much of what goes on in the world now, as they are devoid of desire for anything other than the end of the world as was promised by the prophecy of Gehanna. They've knowledge of demons as they've trained them, their infernal power far beyond others of their bloodline and clan. If they must work with others of their clan they will become cordial, and careful, appearing to not be as powerful a being as they are. Though many Baali will display their full power in efforts to prove themselves worthy, Eshtaractih has become a power by being more reserved, and secretive with their discoveries, and only sharing with a select few. Many of the Baali are said to have at least two sides to themselves. Eshtaractih has four. They are all aspects that work to ensure that they do not fall prey to any foolish newcomers. These aspects are all united under the single name, Eshtaractih, but they come as Eshtaractih the Empress, a sadist and controlling ruler, Eshtaractih the Enchantress, charmer and deceiver, Eshtaractih the Goddess, inspiring love and fear, Eshtaractih the Connoisseur, the enjoyer of delicacies offered freely, and those they steal for themselves. This is what Eshtaractih has held to, and the division of their mind as such has served them well within the confines of the Baali. Motivations and Goals: Eshtaractih has many goals all leading to be the one who makes the crack that releases Gehenna upon the world. The reigniting of the followers of the Unnamed one. Setting ablaze in the hearts of the Baali to once again strive to the plague beset on the world by their original masters. To fill the world with Baali, but only the strongest of their kind. To become the most trusted disciple of Grendal. To divide and
Prompt Response: Their head tilted in curiosity at the thing that had willingly come into their unkempt haven. A pit of lingering stench, with many a weak-willed mortal having lost their lives still lay. The head tilting had been arduous at first, however, their body began to remember how to move.
Words, this thing spoke words to them. Images flooded back to a mind that had been still for far too long, bored, underwhelmed, and now a spark had come. A new spark. Taken as a disciple? Eyes that seemed to glimmer and smoke crimson squinted, there was but one thing that could bring and elevate a vampire as they are, to be a disciple. That would be a god.
Though it may have felt like an eternity for the Baali creature, Eshtaractih's mind had begun to whirl with thoughts of what they could accomplish with the power of a disciple. Power was all that often drove the Baali, and with this one, power was gained through any means.
Eshtaractih moved to speak but found their throat far too parched, to make a noise. With a muted grumble they bit into their own palm, to lose a bit of blood, long dead, but useful when no other liquid would suffice. A strong pull and gulp later, "I underrsstand. New god, new era." The voice came out somewhat like broken glass as they spoke.
As the new god of the Sabbat left them to their own thoughts, to ponder what the choice would entail. Crossing to their pit of stench, their bleeding hand stretched over the pit, their eyes lighting brightly, as the power of their magic pulled the hearts that were filled with their blood up and out of the bodies. Every last piece of the bodies crumbled to dust as the form that looked almost decayed itself became a full and even more alluring in form. A deep breath the tone that came sounding more like a discordant quartet as they spoke, "Demonss, my lovess, Unnamed holy one. We will sserve ourr new god, forr the time being. He will bring more powerr." The quartet of voices, narrowed to one. Their decision made.
Clearing every corner of dust and bodies, they rebuilt their haven to be what it was when the Unnamed one first allowed them to fight to devour the unlife. A smile with fangs far too long to simply drain a being of their life, sadistically animalistic, but not the barely feral of some clans. As a Baali, they had more power even than the Elders who were long gone, a few by their own hand. "Ssecretss we will keep, and blood we will rreap"
Days or Months may have passed as they prepared their haven, preparing for the god's return. As Grendal arrived now, not at the same decrepit and vile domicile he had been at previously. At the god's arrival they stood to their full height, spiked tail shifting behind them as they bowed to the new god of the vampire kind, "I will acsssept yourr offerr, as yourr dissciple, I will become yourr mosst devout sservant."
They raised from a bow to observe, "Thiss sservant's name is Eshtaractih, inforrm me of yourr will."
Personality: Zee prefers to keep it on the down low. He can turn on the charm, but most often he's flirting unintentionally because of being nice. And then when he does have an interest in someone he turns into the weird kid talking about liking cheese. As long as you're a customer you'll never see that awkward nerd because his host mask is excellent. But under that, he's honestly just a vamp who fanboys over his favorites in a comfy pj set at home.
History: Zee was born Zachariah Loralie Priens, and the weight of that name always bore down on him. He was the unsociable outcast of a somewhat well-off family. A black sheep if you will, who wanted to experience life on the other side of the tracks. He'd been in a gilded cage for most of his life and wanted out. He ducked out of an arranged marriage, on the day of the wedding, and bolted to the shady side of town. He was terrified but started to find himself as he worked at bars, nightclubs, and the occasional host club. One night he'd been out late and got caught as a midnight snack for a hungry vamp who wasn't taking no for an answer. He'd nearly been left for dead when another vampire took pity on him and finished the change.
There he was, an unclanned vampire. Thankful to the vampire who'd given him the ticket to the unlife, helped him get on his feet, and find himself as his new incarnation.
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Host with the most Owner Username: Rinial Sisterdragon Tell us a bit about your RP style: So My style tends to reflect those I write with. On occasion, I can write worlds, and express emotions deeply. I try very hard when I've developed a character to leave room for growth, but also remain true to who they have always been. Writing and RP is a way that I evolve my style, and try out characters I never would have thought to before. I experiment a lot, and can fully admit when it's not working. And when inspiration or hyperfocus hits, I can write for hours. (Again copy pasted because it's way more concise than I normally am in describing my rp styles) I will also add that as far as RP goes I'll try just about anything once. Proposed name of Kat: Zachariah Loralie Preiens aka Zee, or Lora. Why does this appeal to you?: A totally and completely intended unclanned vampire can indulge in different kinds of plots than those who are of a specific sect, and the sin bin sounds like a fun place to get involved with. Plus I mean, who can resist the clarion call of a beautiful vamp like him? Personality of Kat/Background: Zee was born Zachariah Loralie Priens, and the weight of that name always bore down on him. He was the unsociable outcast of a somewhat well-off family. A black sheep if you will, who wanted to experience life on the other side of the tracks. He'd been in a gilded cage for most of his life and wanted out. He ducked out of an arranged marriage, on the day of the wedding, and bolted to the shady side of town. He was terrified but started to find himself as he worked at bars, nightclubs, and the occasional host club. One night he'd been out late and got caught as a midnight snack for a hungry vamp who wasn't taking no for an answer. He'd nearly been left for dead when another vampire took pity on him and finished the change.
There he was, an unclanned vampire. Thankful to the vampire who'd given him the ticket to the unlife, helped him get on his feet, and find himself as his new incarnation.
Personality-wise: Zee prefers to keep it on the down low. He can turn on the charm, but most often he's flirting unintentionally because of being nice. And then when he does have an interest in someone he turns into the weird kid talking about liking cheese. As long as you're a customer you'll never see that awkward nerd because his host mask is excellent. But under that, he's honestly just a vamp who fanboys over his favorites in a comfy pj set at home. Relation to other staff and band: As he's just started out, he's still feeling out those around him. He has an aesthetic crush on the entire graverobbers band, which is just him being totally enamored of their style and the attitudes they all portray. He wants to be besties with Christabel, would love to find out where Layzel gets his hair done, and secretly wants to steal DJ EvRi's pink arm bracelet. He's still trying to figure out if Malik and Odette are siblings because he hasn't gotten up the nerve to ask. And Dymentyia he's got no clue because at this point he's not even spoken with her.
Name: Antirthen ver Spitfire Fae type: OC Succubus Gender: Female Orientation: A certain pair of hotties Mates: Stefan Sörenson & Joseph D'Moura Breeding Agreement: [x]
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History: Long and complicated, some day this will exist, but...honestly, there's just a lot of smut involved. -w-
Personality: Noboru was named to be one who 'ascended the flesh'. With his name inspiring such a noble desire, he strives to be the Ancestor which proves the balance of the Thousand Whispers to be the correct path. The other Dharma while they have their place, do not seem to truly express what he feels are the real reasons they were gifted with a life beyond the mortal world. Learning and finding the balance within all aspects of life, gaining insight no matter the depraved methods, knowledge, and understanding of the mortal and beyond mortal worlds and realms. He hungered for this knowledge as a mortal and became driven to know more of it as a voice of the Thousand. He has become a lover to an enemy, and a foe to a friend. He plays his part within the balance as any of the whispers should and would.
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Owner Username: Rinial Sisterdragon Tell us a bit about your RP style: So My style tends to reflect those I write with. On occasion, I can write worlds, and express emotions deeply. I try very hard when I've developed a character to leave room for growth, but also remain true to who they have always been. Writing and RP is a way that I evolve my style, and try out characters I never would have thought to before. I experiment a lot, and can fully admit when it's not working. And when inspiration or hyperfocus hits, I can write for hours. (This is totally copy pasted from my past entries because it's the best description I've written) I will try just about anything once, and with that in mind, I prefer discord RP over Gaia RP. (less need to fade to black.) Why does this particular Ancestor appeal to you?: So this guy appeals because the Thousand Whispers ideal of each life is a way of learning, keeping two going at once, and learning before staging a ridiculously dramatic death just sounds like a blast and a half. It also gives an opportunity to expand the character far beyond just the initial story. Plus I mean, he's gorgeous. And even with his design and centipedes being on my list of no-thank-you bugs, he's appealing to me anyway. Kuei-jin’s Name: Noboru Shishido Kiei-jin’a Personality: Noboru was named to be one who 'ascended the flesh'. With his name inspiring such a noble desire, he strives to be the Ancestor which proves the balance of the Thousand Whispers to be the correct path. The other Dharma while they have their place, do not seem to truly express what he feels are the real reasons they were gifted with a life beyond the mortal world. Learning and finding the balance within all aspects of life, gaining insight no matter the depraved methods, knowledge, and understanding of the mortal and beyond mortal worlds and realms. He hungered for this knowledge as a mortal and became driven to know more of it as a voice of the Thousand. He has become a lover to an enemy, and a foe to a friend. He plays his part within the balance as any of the whispers should and would. Motivations and Goals: Noboru only wishes to ensure that his Dharma is in balance as it should be. After all only through true balance can one understand the true meanings of the living. He will only accept the strongest, and most balanced of all their kind into his Dharma. Though they may be few now, they will grow, and bring many to their Dharma. Noboru's personal goal is to find the thing that became an obsession in one life that escaped his grasp before he could destroy it as his tenets require. He still has things to learn, and he shall pass on all his learnings to each new little monkey that finds its way into his cave. Wisdom will spread, and while the other Dharma may wish to think they know the way to their enlightenment, only one Dharma knows the right path. He will prove this to all the others.
Prompt Response: (Reply to the RP prompt as your Disciple. How do they feel about the Scarlet Queen’s offer? Why are they accepting? Do they have any particular ambitions for their new power?)
Sleep. It was long as he sat in the remnants of his old world. Noboru remembered the scents that came to his senses, seeing a shadow open and release a mass, he contemplated the thing that appeared. Flashes of old scriptures, and words carved into jade filtered as he saw who had come. The Goddess sent her own to wake you. Gather the Dharma? That would be difficult. But should be achievable.
He could not help the knowing smile as the words, "What is to come." echoed in his mind. Kuei-jin of other Dharma only understood little of preparation for what may come. War. Famine, Pestilence, Death. Whatever the Goddess, the ever-enlightened Scarlet Queen demanded, his Dharma would ensure all followed the balance she desired. He watched as the Ebon Dragon left, a small pang of envy slipped through his being, and left as quickly as it had come. Balance in all things, envy, greed, lust, wrath, sloth, gluttony, things that would often cause the lesser kindred to lose their minds were merely tools for him to use.
The next spot was to ponder where he would find those who could embrace the way of the Thousand, and not become broken pieces the other Dharma would pick up. Not that the discarded of their Dharma could give away inner secrets. It would take time to find those who would fit the Thousand, but the process was part of why they were the betters of the Dharmas, at least that was how he saw his own Dharma.
The Cainites were much like the rest of the fools who followed false paths to enlightenment, in fact, many of them fostered paths that lead to utter ignorance of the path that would lead to the truth. Blind as they were to their own foolishness, they had their uses, as did those of the Dharmas who believed their ways were enlightened as well. Without the fools bound to the world of the living, and those bound and trapped by the unlife by the same vices, and lack of knowledge were all to keep the balance of the true enlightenment.
As he began to shift and move his mind wandered to where those who followed the Thousand were, had they all fallen to the imbalance of time? Or perhaps there were still a few faithful who were keeping up with their lessons. He would need to see who and what had survived his long rest, and if those who were new to the Thousand understood the depth of balance they must achieve.
A well-practiced smirk crossed his lips, as devilishly yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness as he stepped from his old chambers, the ruined cave of enlightenment far above the old grounds. He gathered a long list of names, and personalities, the Thousand he'd lived already, the next Thousand coming to mine. Noboru Shishido would find the next Thousand whispers, and balance them as was required, but first a change of clothes. He smiled as his body shifted from the older and worn form of his previous life, Takeru had been useful, but he needed to look the part of an Ancestor. His arms shifted and a second set grew large as he stepped, silver hair sprouted and lengthened down his back, the clothing coming to his call, chitinous armoring like that of the wise centipede began to grow and spike along his long tail. Colors black and red bringing to mind the theatrics of kabuki seemed to slide along his face, the look much more fierce than his bare face, he calmly began to plan. The Thousand would perform until the whispers were so many that they became louder than the screams of fear they would invoke.
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Name: Minerva Lynxette and Rune Fae type: MLNW Gender: Female Orientation: Whatever walks my way Mate: Flings: Epica (Bitsie) Breeding/Mating Agreements: [x]
