Name:: Mary-Ann Vane Reddington
Family House:: Reddington
Family Sigil:: A tree of life in a circle, except instead of leaves on the branches, it's fangs and droplets of blood
Gender:: Female
Sexuality:: Questioning
Open to ships?:: yes
Age:: Looks 25 but is actually 2053 years old (to her knowledge)
Species:: Vampire
Personality:: She's extremely introverted from her time stuck in the lab, but in no way is she shy. She's observant but not very intuitive as her life experience is pretty limited. She doesn't allow herself to feel emotions very often so they build up to the point of exploding out of her in bursts, but she does think a lot (almost too much). Curious like a child, but secretive as she doesn't want to get attached or attract bad attention. Trustful of only a few people.
Appearance:: Deceitfully thin and flat body, tall 6'1" and weighs 157 lbs, sickly pale white. Her eyes are normally dark purple, however, they turn fire-plasma red when bloodlust or hunger is triggered. Her hair is normally black, but it slowly turns red starting from the ends and spread up towards the roots (the red coloration marks her level of bloodlust/hunger). She leaves her hair down and straight. She has a code on the nape of her neck that basically marks her as the government's property. She has two long, parallel scars on her back. On her lower back/hip region she has the mark of her house in red and black ink.
Talents:: (if essential to character)
Flaws:: Closed-off, doesn't ask for help, relies on speed and stealth more than stamina and strength
Outfit:: She still has the basic white clothes of the labs on her (white bra, crew-neck shirt, sweats, and shoes) but managed to steal a long black trenchcoat from some passed out drunk dude.
Weaponry/powers:: Knows close-combat MMA and an ancient form of sword fighting with her wrapped rapier and scabbard; ingrained in her muscles from a time before the lab. Faster regeneration time than most. She produces wings from her back that were folded in her body, however, this is painful and rips open two slits in her back every time she does this. (There is a way to keep her wings out permanently but the scientists made sure to eradicate any knowledge of that)
Background:: She's a vampire who has had her mind reset/wiped every 50 years in the lab. She's been alive for 41 cycles of this torture and constant experimenting before she managed to escape. She's currently on the run from the government. She's out of place in a crowd and can't control herself when starving or fighting. She's determined to find the truth about her true past; her time before the labs found her. She is the long-lost heiress of the Reddington house, coming back to learn the truth of her past and reclaim her rightful throne.
Weaknesses: She's nocturnal so she sleeps during the day and has excellent night vision and profoundly well-seeing eyes. She can go out in sunlight and be fine, but she will have decreased vision as the sun blurs her vision. She dislikes garlic in her food, as she thinks it is disgusting and the person giving to her is trying to poison her. She is mostly immortal unless you slice her head off from her body, that will most certainly kill her. She can't swim.
(Is she alright?)
(She's great! what a neat blending of ideas. I love it! Maybe just mention in the bio what per position is in regards to the Reddinton family. Is she an heir? the leader? Just so the rest of us know. :D)
(Damn. Is it too late to get in this TZ?)
(Boom. It's been added at the end of her bio. Thank you ^.^)
(Damn. Is it too late to get in this TZ?)
(Pffffffttttttt. I guess. Anything for you.)
(Thank you, lovely lady.)
Name:: Gaius Callum Marcellus "Cal"
Family House:: House Marcellus
Family Sigil:: A mace laying in a pool of blood
Gender:: Male
Sexuality:: Bisexual
Open to ships?:: Yep
Age:: 2000 ish, who's counting?
Species:: Vampire
Personality:: Cal is as cold as they come. Somewhat detached from the world, he is seen as one of the most ruthless of the noble vampiric families. He's just as cold under his skin as he appears to the world. Incredibly intelligent, determined to gain the throne for his family, ambitious, and calculating. His only soft spot is for his younger sister, whom he dotes on.
Appearance:: pale as death, giant muscular behemoth of a man eyt still classically handsome, dark black hair that is always neatly combed, black eyes. Covered in angry scars
Talents:: he's good at killing
Flaws:: wild temper, vicious, violent as hellllllllllllll
Outfit:: dark wash jeans, comfortable boots, black button up and a fitted dark grey cloak
Weaponry/powers:: can transform into a crow, has a knack for weapons.
Background:: Cal was born a slave in Rome under the rule of Caligula. His size and strength made him a prime target as a gladiator from early childhood and he quickly made a name for himself. He caught the eye of a young female vampire within Caligula's court and was purchased by her to become a blood slave. He resisted and was tortured mercilessly until another vampire of house marcellus took pity on him and turned him. He was a wild and dangerous newborn and he destroyed the woman that had bought him. Seeing that he needed a mentor, the old vampire that turned him adopted Cal into his family and named him heir after many years. After the old vampire died, Cal became the leader of the House.
(smirks like my choice?)
(goddammit you would use cal. i hate you. lol)
(alright guys i think thats everyone want to start??)
Name:: Edith Markovich
Family House:: Markovich House
Family Sigil:: 3 snow-covered mountain peaks with stars in the dark sky above
Gender:: Female
Sexuality:: Straight
Open to ships?:: Yes
Age:: 1560
Species:: Vampire
Personality:: Cold, distant, and standoffish to those she doesn't know. As a person, she is graceful and all together deadly. She doesn't like strangers and will immediately size them up to see if they are friend or foe. Friend: You are one of the few to her. She may not trust you will all of her heart, but she trusts you with some. She's full of moxie and witty when it comes to you. Her own snarky ways are more light and easy going. She is loyal to a point and will be by your side when you need her. Foe: One word for you: Run. She is not for you and she will make that known in every way possible. Don't tempt her or you just might go missing.
Appearance:: Moderate height at 5'5"; hourglass shape with soft, voluptuous curves; Shoulder length black hair styled in a retro bob; Her eyes are big and doll like with ivory colored irises; She has wine red lips and a tattoo of her family sigil behind her left ear.
Talents:: She's very good at gathering information, she's even better at sorting it, picking the truths from the lies.
Flaws:: Isn't very trustworthy herself, since she barely puts her trust in others. She can make enemies unintentionally.
Outfit:: Large, puffy, white fur coat, long, form-fitting black dress that sweeps the floor, with Mary Jane Platform pumps to give her a few sexy inches.
Weaponry/powers:: Dark-wielding - Can use the shadows or any source of darkness to her abilities. ((Ex. traveling through shadows, forming weapons out of darkness)), always had a whip made of shadows on her waist, uses it as a belt. Dual daggers, one strapped to each thigh.
Background:: Markovich, the Honorable family of Dishonorable Deeds Edith was born in the business. Her father was a lying cheating casino owner, her mother a bitter and vain brothel-house runner. They formed one of the biggest, baddest power couples of their time, getting rich in the schemes of night. Edith is the middle child of 5 children, having four other brothers. They all wanted a slice of their parent's empire, but none wanted to share. So they fought. Well, at least her brothers did, she stepped out, waiting for the winner. Patiently, Edith raised a name for herself lending money and hitman, running saloons and raunchy bathing houses. And soon, she collected on her parent's wealth as well. She hadn't planned on killing her brother, just pushing him off the throne, but push came to shove….and she nailed him to the roof of their manor and let the sun devour him. She is now the holder of the Markovich house, loving her new family ring.
(i'm back from school jail and hell, srry about not posting my character yet)
(@Lai-Bean heart eyes)
(@Qxeenscryche no worries! post when you can.)
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The royal decree had come in the dead of night. A lone messenger sent to each of the noble families. The Queen is dead. The King injured but alive and full of wrath. All have been summoned to him to bring revenge on the one who would betray us all.
Cambria rode in the back of her family's Rolls, her nails clicking against the leather seats, the only sign of her distress. To be summoned to the King was exactly what she didn't need right now. She was in the middle of turbulent deals with a local crime boss over territory, but…the Queen had been a dear friend once upon a time in her youth. She would go to pay her respects and see what the King meant by revenge. She stared out the heavily tinted window, wondering who else would answer the King's call.
Ver paced briskly in front of his father, his face set into a hard glare. "What do you mean Mother is dead?" He said harshly, still pacing aggressively. He was truly saddened by this current even but strived to keep a straight face.
Edith sat quietly listening to the soft hum of her Cadillac Ciel as it ate up miles in the dead of night. She mulled over the message once again, a tall glass of champagne in hand.
The Queen is dead….
Edith cursed under her breath. "I invested a lot of money in you, female…". Edith had always been fond of the Queen, approving of her ways of rule. She had given much in taxes and personal donations to the Queen's cause. And now, she's dead She thought with a sour glare to the skies above. "And now, I've got an angry king on my back…" She muttered before taking a sip from her glass. She just hoped this whole escapade was quick, finding the murderer so they could pay sevenfold, and Edith could get back to her business. The girl had schedule to keep.
Cal sat as still as stone within the council room of the King's castle. Seems he was the first to arrive. He sighed heavily, standing up to pace. He knew that the other families would want to make a grand entrance, displaying their power for the court to see, despite the current misfortune of the Queen's death. Cal wondered idly who was to blame. Nothing like this had happened in centuries he was sure. Not since the marriage of the Queen and King had ended the last of the feuds between families. Now there was no guarantee that they would not start up again. He would have to secure his lands in preparation and move Lucinda to a safer stronghold…
Still pacing, he wondered how long it would be before the storm broke over the castle.
(choose your most badass, volatile character. make it intense)
(Both of them can be badass. One is a gay cinnamon roll and the other is a cold-hearted guy who is also actually a cinnamon roll)
(oki den, gimme a few mins)
Cas approaches the council room, already annoyed, The last place I’d wish to be is here he thinks to himself as he throws open the doors, I have better things to do than be here. he walks down several more winding hallways briskly.
Cambria stood outside of the council room, hesitating for some reason. For the first time in a long time, she felt a flicker of fear. Of course war was no stranger to her, she was birthed on a Gaulish battlefield, and yet the feeling lingered in the back of her mind. Something dark and violent was afoot here. She could almost feel it breathing down her neck. Now was the time to protect her family above all else. This, she knew in her gut.
She straightened her shoulders and pushed through the doors, head held high. "Well well, good evening." She said to the room and whoever may be in it.
Ver looked up, seeing the woman named Cambria. He composed himself. "Hello." He said curtly, crossing his arms and stopping his pacing.
Cas enters from the opposite doors and sits in a chair far off from the center, he crosses his legs and eyes everyone in the room, slightly glaring, “evening” he replies quietly
