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Hello members! It is with heavy hearts that we announce the closure of Bloodstrings. Life has gotten in the way of the admin team and we no longer have the means to keep this account running. We hope to reopen one day when we are not so busy, but in the meantime we wish you the best both writing wise and in real life.

--- Stevie

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Samira Mohsen

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Berry decided to let Simeon Toulouse go and, instead, picked up Ace Brenegan. Simeon’s account was redone for Ace and should already be followed by all members.

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Ace Brenegan - 30 - Human - Ben Robson - Taken

✔ Brave, Clear Headed, Focused, Reliable, Self Disciplined, Wise

🚫 Arrogant, Cynic, Demanding, Evasive, Flippant, Judgmental

Special

None

History

Ace Brenegan was the quintessential good southern boy. Born into an idyllic family. A war hero for a grandfather. A man who used the stories of his days, months, and years in Vietnam to build a reputation that afforded wins of city council seats and a successful state Senate run that netted him a place in a former Republican from Texas cabinet administration during his time in the White House. Ace’s life was made. He wanted for nothing and for years, he swore if a wound was ever inflicted on his skin he’d bleed red, white, and blue. He grew up believing that God came first, followed by family, and then the natural desire to put yourself first. It was a formula for success. His grandfather was a prime example and so was his father, Michael. He’d followed in the elder Brenegan’s footsteps, enlisting in the military after high school and taking turns in both the Gulf War and the War in Afghanistan. Ace was a small child when his father left home and nearly a teen-ager when he returned. His mind and ideals were formed by the stories his grandfather told but also the fantasies built by an overactive imagination. It was natural that he wanted to capitalize on his family’s glory and follow in their footsteps. God and then reputation and what better way to seal his fate and the memory of the Brenegan men than his own tour of duty.

He was eighteen when he enlisted, twenty when his feet first touched foreign soil. At first it was a simple assignment to a base. Routines and rules for him to follow until it was discovered that some things came naturally to Ace. Much like his grandfather and father before him, Ace had a natural inclination to lead and innate desire to serve both country and family. He also had a steady hand that became useful in situations that would lead a normal soldier down the path of choosing resistance or death. Ace never saw either as an option. To him resistance was death and he fought both. He fought the need to submit and yield to not only control of an enemy but any commanding officer who refused to use mind or skill to crate a viable solution for their units.

Special forces was his calling and during his third year of enlistment, Ace became a member of the special forces team and underwent training for covert operations. His allegiance became less about country and more about survival. At times he was tasked with taking the life of another in an effort to ensure that he would live beyond the length of the mission. Pride in country, family, or God no longer consumer him. He boasted in skill and ability. In his physical and mental prowess and the ease with which he could bring enemy or insubordinate soldier or so called friend to their knees.

Pride always came before a fall and Ace’s fall from grace was quick and painful. In the blink of an eye he went from decorated soldier to enemy number one. It was a mistake, one not made by his hands but one where he took the blame. Half his unit was lost during a mission and while he lived, heart beating in his chest, limbs and body fully in tact, it was his mind that was shattered and fragile. A mind that sometimes woke him up in the middle of night, body covered in sweat and ears ringing with the sounds of gunfire and the screams of his men.

He was quietly discharged and sent home to make a new life for himself. One that would make the Brenegan family proud. He was welcomed to Salt Creek with open arms. A decorated war hero with a firm hand and an approach to vampires and humans that could be considered fair and equal. It was a natural progression for him - the one from military to law enforcement. Still Ace is haunted by the past and his failures. Be them his own on the ones of an unknown enemy desperate to see him not only fail but die.

Its that desperation to succeed, right the wrongs of his past that has him quickly climbing the ranks of the Salt Creek PD and making both enemies and friends both off and on the council. Will that desperation lead him to solve the mysteries lurking in Salt Creek’s shadows?

Written by Berry

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Samira Mohsen - 26 - Witch - Phoebe Tonkin - Taken

✔ Reliable, Patient, Practical, Loyal, Sentimental, Persistent

🚫 Blunt, Sensitive, Impulsive, Vulnerable, Self-Critical, Secretive

Special

Divination

Mediumship

History

Samira comes of a deeply rooted magical line of witches, dating as far back as the early Persian Empire which is now modern day Iran, where her family originates. The Mohsen Witches were and still are to this day a powerful clan, gifted with the powers of clairvoyance, healing, and various forms of divination. They were highly sought after for their abilities by the poor and rich common folk who searched for knowledge of the future, healing of common ailments, wounds, and diseases as well as the occasional curse and hex. Her family’s purpose was always to help others in anyway they can, even as time went on and the world changed and shifted, molding into a colder, crueler and at times in its own way a beautiful world, the Mohsen’s continued to help people both magical and non-magical alike. Samira herself, strives to be of assistance, helping others as her ancestors had for thousands of years, however there is a darkness that lurks, just at the peripheral, beckoning her and threatening to drag her from the light she so wants to be a part of. A darkness that nearly consumed her thirteen years ago.

Many who have met the young Israeli-born witch don’t know that she once had a sister, an older sister. The two of them were closer to each other than anyone else in their lives and Samira looked up to her sister Yasmin, for she was every bit the witch she had ever hoped to be: Beautiful, Confident, Loyal and Strong. She possessed a power that many had not seen in the family for several generations. Samira followed her sister’s every move, wanting to learn as much from her so that she too could be good and well practiced witch. However as they got older, Yasmin’s demeanor began to change. She was quieter, more withdrawn and drifted from her little sister. She began to hang out with the more dubious teenagers within the coven, ones who craved the dark arts. The adults did nothing but give their children stern warnings of the dangers of black magic and chalked it up to simply teenage curiosity, but that did nothing to deter Yasmin’s fascination with the darkest sides of witchcraft. It started with a little blood ritual here, to get back at a girl who called her a freak in P.E. with curse and a little summoning there, invoking evil spirits. Yasmin wanted absolute freedom and power. Her desire increased with every spell and every ritual she performed.

Samira was no stranger to the transformation that took place. She knew everything about Yasmin so there was no amount of makeup or sweaters that hide the physical and mental changes. Yasmin’s once warm complexion took on a pale pallor, her eyes which were once vibrant and fiery brown were dulled and sunken in, there were cuts and scars along her body and her bubbly and outgoing personality shifted and she became even more quiet and sullen. Samira tried finding out what was happening by confronting her sister but it only led to bitter arguments every time. So instead she took matters into her own hands by sneaking into her sister’s room, digging up whatever information she could, following her sister’s every move. One night, Samira followed her sister down into their basement. Behind the clutter and mess, her sister had set up a makeshift alter. It was small but it did the job. Samira watched hidden, while her sister performed her spells, calling upon evils every single dark or full moon. Sometimes there would be others, who entered through the cellar door, the same dubious teenagers that she hung out with. The things Samira had seen frightened her and in the back of her mind she had a feeling that Yasmin knew…knew that she had followed her down into the basement and watched in the shadows.

On one particular evening, at the height of the full moon, Samira like always, followed her sister, however this time they had left the house, going towards the woods. Samira kept her distance, hiding behind a thick oak tree. She watched her sister set up a large circle of candles and herbs. She saw the four other teenagers make their way over. She watched them begin their ritual and then she heard her name, five pairs of eyes were staring right into her direction she could remember nothing other than being dragged from the behind the tree by one of the boys and thrown into the middle of circle. They taunted her and held her down as she screamed, she watched as her sister took a knife into her arm carving symbols and taking her blood in a chalice. She spoke in a language Samira did not understand, smearing blood over the faces of the others there.

What Samira saw next that night she would never wish upon her greatest enemy. She had blacked out halfway and when she awoke she found herself in her bed tucked away as if nothing happened. There were no cuts or bruises on her arm and she thought it all a horrifying dream. However, once she stepped out into her living room the whole coven was standing around her parents, who sat sullen. They told her what had happened, that her sister was found in the woods with a group of teenagers, dead. They had suspected werewolves were behind the attack but upon inspection they knew it was black magic. They asked her if she knew anything and she told them, breaking down into body wracking sobs, she told them everything that had happened. All the nights she witnessed and the darkness that consumed her sister and her friends, but she mentioned nothing of the night for she did not know if it were a dream or reality.

The coven leader called a meeting to cleanse the house and to cleanse Samira’s mind and spirit but no amount of healing could help close the wounds within Samira nor take away the new ability she was bestowed upon ever since that night. The ability to see and communicate with the dead. First it was the dead teenagers from that night, howling echoes that taunted or begged for mercy. Sometimes she was left awake for days at a time by their cries.

Throughout the years more forsaken souls and spirits sought her out and they all came to her seeking help that she knew not how to give, so she kept what she saw to herself. That was until she started seeing her sister’s spirit. They started as glimpses from the corner or her eye, gone when she turned her attention over fully but always there when she wasn’t looking, a mangled spirit dripping with dark aura. It taunted her night and day, tempting her, trying to draw her into the same darkness that took Yasmin’s life.

Desperate for help, Samira left her homeland of Israel just after her service with the IDF and moved to the United States. She wanted nothing to do with the evil that took her sister and longed to separate herself from the place where it all happened. She wanted to be a good witch, who helped others as she was taught to do all of her life. She wanted to help put the souls that came to her at rest and to stay on the right-hand path, but she knew she could not yield this power alone. Through her journey’s, she heard of a witch in Louisiana that had extraordinary talent. She moved to the town of Salt Creek just outside of New Orlean, where she heard that perhaps this powerful leader of the Coven of the Moon could help her with her issue.

Written by Robin

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Congratulations, Robin! You have been accepted as Samira Mohsen. Please, send in your character’s account within 24 hours, take another look at the rules and visit our checklist.

Congratulations, Berry! You have been accepted as Ace Brenegan. Please, send in your character’s account within 24 hours, take another look at the rules and visit our checklist.

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Are any of the admin's on? If so, when will be the next acceptance day?

We have acceptances today!

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As per player request, please unfollow:

Iliana Kekoa

Kieren Bloodwood

Malek Kekoa

Natalia Kekoa

Patrick Anselmi

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RULES: YOU CAN ONLY SAY ‘GUILTY’ OR ‘INNOCENT’. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING UNLESS SOMEONE MESSAGES YOU OR ASKS YOU DIRECTLY.

Asked someone to marry you?   Kissed one of your friends?   Danced on a table in a bar/tavern?   Ever told a lie?   Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have?   Ever kissed someone of the same sex?   Kissed a picture?   Slept in until 5pm?  Fallen asleep at work/school?   Held a snake?   Been suspended from school?   Worked at a fast food chain/restaurant? Stolen something?   Been fired from a job?   Done something you regret?   Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?   Caught a snowflake on your tongue?   Kissed in the rain?   Sat on a roof top?   Kissed someone you shouldn’t?   Sang in the shower?   Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?   Shaved your head?   Slept naked? Had a boxing membership?   Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?   Been in a band?   Shot a gun?   Donated blood?   Eaten alligator meat? Eaten cheesecake?   Still loved someone you shouldn’t?   Have/had a tattoo?   Liked someone, but will never tell who?   Been too honest?   Ruined a surprise?   Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can’t walk after?   Erased someone in your friends list?   Dressed in a woman’s clothes?    Joined a pageant?   Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?    Still have communication w/ your ex?   Cheated on someone?   Got totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning?   A total stranger treated you by paying your fare?   Got so angry that you cried?   Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?   Thoughts about suicide?   Thoughts about murder?    How about Mass Murder?   Rode in a stranger’s vehicle?   Stalked someone?   Had a girlfriend/boyfriend?   Gotten totally drunk during a holiday? 

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Derrick Blair - 25 - Shifter - Cykeem White - Open

“What I would do to take away, this fear of being loved, allegiance to the pain”

✔ Assertive, Profound, Honest, Exploratory, Observant, Practical

🚫 Dissonant, Guarded, Self-preserving, Quiet, Morose, Inconsolable

INFJ

Special

Alligator Shifter

History

Derrick has always found peace in nature. He was an unnaturally focused and quiet child, but would give his parents a run for their money when he disappeared into the swamp for a few hours to explore. He was always a source of advice and grounding for the children his age and though Derrick’s shifter form was fierce, he was lauded for his control.

The Blair family were a bit more insular than other shifters, preferring to keep away from non-supernatural creatures if at all possible, so Derrick and his older sister were homeschooled and trips into Salt Creek proper were rare treats. Unlike the rest of his family, Derrick found himself enjoying the company of humans. Objectively he knew they were destructive and had little respect for nature - something his mother frequently ranted about - but he found their naive innocence thrilling.

In his teen years Derrick would often sneak into the city at the end of his patrols and sit in their churches, coffee shops, and libraries, learning all he could. In particular Derrick took to human poetry and existentialist works that lamented mankind’s disconnect from nature.

Now…

Derrick’s sister was killed by the Salt Creek serial killer and he’s been closed off ever since. He spends a lot of time in his gator form ‘patrolling’ the swamps, but mostly finds that he simply doesn’t want to talk to people.

Relationships

Haku Kekoa - Though Haku is a recent addition to the pack, Derrick finds he’s the only one he can stand to be around for long periods of time. Haku has a way of quiet, unspoken comfort that Derrick appreciates.

Soohyun Park - Soohyun and Derrick are close but Derrick has always felt a bit uncomfortable around witches and thusly he doesn’t hang out with Gabriel and Soohyun too often.

Iliana Kekoa - Derrick was initially Iliana’s mentor when it came to controlling her shifts, but his quiet methods of meditation never worked for her and she eventually had to learn from her father instead.

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canon characters: +1

Kahnti (Natalie Dormer)

original characters: 0

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How much longer will the admins be around tonight? I'm just finishing up an app.

I’ll be around for at least another hour! But acceptance will most likely only take place tomorrow, when everyone can discuss the application(s) in our inbox.

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YOUR SURROUNDINGS

This Tuesday we’d like you to describe your character’s room, house, hovel, dwelling, office, or anywhere they’ve customized to be them. 

HOW TO PARTICIPATE

Feel free to simply describe the room, make a photo-set, moodboard, write a drabble, whatever you’d like! This task is optional and you aren’t obligated to post at once. Just have fun getting to know your character better! And remember to tag your posts with #bloodstringstask.

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Karolina Nowak - 397 - Vampire - Keira Knightley - Open

✔Clever, Persuasive, Resourceful, Confident, Ambitious, Driven

🚫 Conniving, Vain, Petty, Selfish, Attention-Seeking, Impatient

BIOGRAPHY:

Born to a low-class woman in 1619. (Someone that Henryk had a brief romance with. He hadn’t been true with her about his name or his family. It ended abruptly and Henryk distanced himself from the woman, unaware that she was with child.)

Her mother was killed in the late 1630s. (By Henryk, when the woman learned of his whereabouts and attempted to confront him. She did not know about his supposed death or rebirth as a vampire, she simply thought he had run to avoid the responsibilities of having a child. He killed her before she explained that she had his daughter)

She was turned in the mid to late 1640s. (By a woman who she had turned to as a mentor in her mother’s absence. The vampire taught her many things about life, showed her how to seduce and trick men, and as she proved herself, the vampire decided to turn her.)

Traveled with her sire for quite some time, running cons on unsuspecting men.

Began looking into her family’s past and her mother’s death. Sought out witches and fortune tellers to aid her in finding the truth bout her father. After one told her that he may be a vampire like herself, she began to search more actively.

Came to Salt Creek on a tip that her father may be there.

RELATIONSHIPS: Daughter of Henryk Zembocki

FOR MORE INFORMATION ON THIS CHARACTER CONTACT: SYKE

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are you still accepting?

Our next acceptance day is tomorrow!

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Hello members! This is a notice that we are changing the maximum character limit here at bloodstrings. Players may now have four characters at a time. Please note that we still expect some deviation among your characters; 2 OC’s and 2 Canons. Also be aware of yourselves and your schedules, don’t bite off more than you can chew. You are expected to be active on all of your characters, and failure to do so will result in a warning from the admins. We will implement a 3 strike policy. Three warnings regarding activity will result in the loss of a character. Happy roleplaying members, and do not hesitate to contact the main with any comments or questions.

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A new species has been added to our lore: faeries are now part of our canon universe. The following information will be added to our species page shortly. 

ORIGINS TALE: 

Faeries were the first creatures to roam the Earth, but after humankind invaded their territories and started cutting off their trees, they went into hiding. Unlike witches and shifters, they weren’t created by a deity with a fighting purpose: they are an extension of Earth itself and live off fruit and vegetables and all that the Earth provides them with, in complete harmony with the fauna and flora.

DESCRIPTION: 

Faeries are typically shorter than humans. Unmasked, their ears are pointed, their eyes glow in shades of gold or silver, and colorful wings spring from their backs. They are typically healthier than humans, insusceptible to diseases such as the common cold. Faeries are linked to their sacred trees, and will not often travel beyond the city or state where the tree resides. Festivals and rituals are often centered around the trees.

WEAKNESSES: 

Cold iron. 

Fire. 

Dark magic. 

The death of their sacred Rowan trees.

STRENGTHS: 

Can dilate or shrink in size. Dilation is an adaptive technique allowing them to blend in with humans, therefore a fairy cannot extend themselves to any height taller than six feet.

Can manipulate nature, plants grow, land fertile, and when in groups, can change the direction of wind or make it rain. 

Can concentrate light at their fingertips that burns anyone it lands on.

Their singing can calm wild animals.