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plot drop one: i gave you all my blood
The moon hung over New York City in a perfect crescent. Autumn meant that the leaves were changing, pumpkins were beginning to decorate some stoops. It was an average evening, nothing was out of the ordinary. After making a business deal, Dax Liulfrssen and Tessa Clarke were setting up the new pack brewery, part hobby and part added revenue to help with the wolves. It was a night that was meant for hard work and joking.
The lights flickered in the brewery, which caused both of them to pause, Dax looked to Tessa with uncertainty. The lights showed no sign of electrical issues so both resumed working. When they flickered again, they stayed out, and it was then that everything went black for the pair. When they awoke, Tessa was chained by silver and magic to a chair in a balcony looking over an empty warehouse. Dax was coming to his senses at the same time, a scream coming to his throat. It was then that Tessa realized that he had been bitten by a wolf and was being forced to change. She watched, strapped to the chair, as the inner wolf tore Dax apart. She watched him fail to survive his first shift.
Meanwhile, in a separate part of the city, a young witch with weather manipulation was compelled into releasing a serum into the sky, and starting a smog to set over the city. The mist drifted into every corner of the space, forcing werewolves to shift against their will, and forcing vampires to be consumed by bloodlust.
As chaos took over the city, Leo Satellius and Julienne Cromwell set out to attempt to regain control of the space. People were bursting onto the streets, fleeing for their lives from the supernaturals that were running amok. Call of the Void was Leo’s first target, heading into the spot that hosted a mix of supernaturals. The mist had only just begun to setting into the club. The DJ of the night, Silas Kolter, felt his bones snap, his eyes going to Catriona Murray. With a flick of Leo’s wrist, he stunned the young wolf, and opened a portal that dropped Catriona back into her home and to safety.
The moment of distraction, was all it took for Ryder Dawson to let the bloodlust consume him, and with his long time enemy in his sights, he sunk his teeth into Leo. It was Jules and a young witch named Charlotte Erikson that were able to subdue Ryder with magic. From there, Jules and Lottie set out to help humans and witches escape from the supernaturals.
Police were beginning to flood to the scene. In his office, Lieutenant Rhett Hawkins was in the process of pinning his badge to his chest and strapping his gun to his hip when the mist overwhelmed him. Quick thinking on the part of Delilah Reyes resulted in a tranquilized bullet meeting its target, incapacitating the vampire before things got out of hand.
Across town in Patty’s Diner, human waitress Marley Rowan found herself pinned between the gaze of Aurelia Verdugo and Alaina Eisler, both beginning to lose focus and find themselves victims of bloodlust and uncontrollable shifting. Doing her best to help, Eleanor Logan unleashed her powers, setting the curtains ablaze and starting a fire that allowed she and Marley to escape Patty’s Diner with the help of Roy Santos.
Across town in one of the bays at Mileage, James Parker worked on a vehicle, with Sidney Daines and Kathryn Atkins lounging on available workspace. The mist took its time to reach them, and when it did, in the flurry of fighting between the two species James found himself trapped underneath the car they had pushed halfway off of the lift until the next morning, when he was found by the pack.
The disturbance was felt early on by Ari Lefebvre, the feeling of time slipping through her fingers as the plates shifted and crashed, shattering around her. When her eyes opened all the glasses in her house were broken, and she had something of seen what was meant to be hidden. Reaching through time, she was able to locate Virginia Anderson, and the two set out to find Tessa and Dax. Ari was able to cast a time bubble around Gin to keep her safe from the mist. When they found the warehouse, it was too late. Tessa recalled nothing but seeing Dax forcibly changed and a shrouded figure that smelled like a vampire. The scene where she was found confirmed that it was a vampire attack.
It wasn’t until sunrise that the mist lifted and all returned to normal.
OOC Information
If your character was affected by the mist, they have no recollection of it.
Tensions are now high between species. If your character already dislikes a species, it would be heightened, and even more tolerant characters will have an unease of other species.
Dax Liulfrssen was killed.
Leo Satellius has been mortally wounded.
Police will now be chasing the person who was responsible for this.
NPC bios will be released for reference.
NAME: Marley “Mars” Rowan AGE: 25 SPECIES: Human OCCUPATION: Waitress at Patty’s Diner YEAR OF DEPARTURE: N/A (born within the space) RESIDENT FOR… their entire life FACECLAIM: Zoe Kravitz
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Maggie Rowan’s pregnancy was an accident. This was something she was never shy about telling her daughter, but that didn’t mean she was unwanted. She never knew who the father was, never the type to settle down, rarely without more than one guy on the go at a time. So when she was late, she took a test: two little lines indicated that she was, in fact, pregnant. Frightened by the possibility and in utter denial, she took another and another, certain that it had to have been a mistake. Eventually, she went to the doctor to be certain, and of course, all of the tests had been right. She’d been living in Boston for school, but with only a handful of friends there and a family that all lived in Brooklyn, she packed up and caught a train back home. It was then that she slipped.
When Marley was born into a world that was still strange and unfamiliar to her mother, Maggie did her best to set up a normal life for her daughter. She found a babysitter that took care of her for half the price of daycare, so she could work. If they were stuck here, which it appeared that they were, she was going to set up the best life possible for them. It was difficult, and Marley’s childhood was by no means an easy one, but they both did their best. Marley, as someone who was born into this space, never thought anything of it and her mother did her best to make it all appear normal. She was sheltered and poorly socialized for her mother’s paranoia, but there came an age when Maggie couldn’t keep up with her daughter’s naturally curious and spirited nature any longer.
It was in her adolescence that Marley learned the truth about the world she lived in. Marley had convinced her mother to let her go to a public middle school and skip the home tutoring, and quickly got involved in as many extracurriculars as her mother would allow. It turned out, her limit was one, but Marley took it and ran with it. She had just finished volleyball practice as the sun went down behind the skyscrapers, and her mother was working late. She couldn’t pick her up, but told her to catch a ride with one of the other girls’ parents or call a cab. Instead, she chose to walk. She knew the route well, having taken it by bus or by cab countless times before, but as evening turned to night, she grew anxious. She took a shortcut home, and it changed everything. As she walked through an alley between a townhouse and an old dive bar, she ran into a man with what looked like fangs, bared at a young woman who snarled at him in return. She gasped, they both saw her, and then she blinked. They were gone, just that fast, and she ran the rest of the way home.
She quit volleyball after that. Her mother, rarely present now that Marley was in middle school and could watch herself at home, was none the wiser. While she was supposed to be at volleyball practice, she went to the city library. Not only did she consult the books there, but she spoke with anyone who was willing to give her the time of day. As she grew bolder, she took different routes home at night and continued to happen upon strange people and stranger goings-on. When high school came, she started skipping class in favour of hanging out with her friends —one of whom was a werewolf, or at least his parents were. His gene was dormant, he told her, and he told her a lot more than that. Anything she wanted to know, he was well-versed in. If he didn’t know the answer, his parents were happy to tell her. She had an in, and she made as much use of it as she could. Soon enough, it all felt entirely normal.
Marley’s mother died in the girl’s first year of university. Following in her footsteps, she dropped out. Their apartment went to her, the small amount of savings leftover after helping pay for tuition were transferred to her name, and she got the only job she was qualified for. She’s been a waitress at Patty’s Diner ever since, and she’s grown comfortable in her role there. She likes the regulars, makes a decent amount off tips, and has a pretty flexible schedule. She’s got a jar at home with a blank label on it, saving up for some unforeseen future expense. When people ask, she says it’s her tattoo fund, but the truth is far more complicated. She doesn’t know if she wants to go back to school, but that’s her ‘safe’ option. Option B, the not-so-safe one, is to pay someone to send her back to her mother’s reality, if it’s even possible, or to help her find her dad.
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Generous: Both with time and material things, Mars loves sharing. She remembers very well what it was like to grow up with next to nothing, but it doesn’t matter who you are or how well off you might be. If she’s going to grab takeout, she’ll pick up an extra eggroll and an order of noodles for you. If you’re redoing your kitchen, she’ll be there in overalls with a paint roller in hand. You just can’t tell her no.
Unique: Marley is her own distinct person. She decided at 13 that she was no longer going to answer to Marley, but that she was exclusively ‘Mars’. Her hair hasn’t been a natural colour since about the same time, either, she has a new tattoo every few weeks, and she swears she’s psychic.
Curious: Regarding the phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat’, Mars much prefers the adendum, ‘satisfaction brought it back’. Once she gets a whiff of something, she’ll hunt it down until she’s got her answers.
Independent: She’d rather die than have to depend on anyone else for her livelihood, and often refuses help even for the smallest of things. She gets mad when people (men, especially) hold the door for her, she redoes tasks at work that someone else did thinking they were being helpful, and she hustles hard for her money.
Spacey: Many a teacher, friend, and colleague have used this word to describe Marley Rowan. She can rarely be found where her physical body is, often daydreaming or lost in thought. She prefers the ambiguous, theoretical, and mystical to the real world, and even when she seems to be present, she’s likely to spew out something unrelated to the current conversation.
Disorganized: The girl’s apartment is a mess at all times, but she’d call it an artful mess, if you asked her. She has ‘the chair’ for clothes that are either dirty, or she just didn’t want to hang back up; a mess of potted plants adorn her space, some of them a little worse for wear; and there’s always something she’s forgotten about, whether it’s a half-empty takeout container in the kitchen, the aftermath of joint rolling at the coffee table, or her art supplies left strewn about.
Impulsive: Thinking things through isn’t Mars’ style. She’d rather jump on the first idea she has, and see it through until she finds a better one. Better to ask foregiveness than permission; shoot first, ask questions later —these are phrases she seems to live by. It gets her into frequent sticky situations.
Evasive: Marley is hard-pressed to talk about her own problems. She’ll complain about a rude customer at work, or how she got caught in the rain on her way home, but when things get personal she shuts down. She doesn’t mind talking about other people’s problems, and actually gives great advice, but she keeps her own struggles under lock and key.
Hey guys! I’ll be updating pages and posting the bio for Marley later today. I’m still really behind at work, so I am trying to juggle that, get some rest, and do this. Just keep bearing with me here. As always, I appreciate the patience.
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Hey everyone! I had a busy weekend, and therefore am going to have a busy day today as well. I plan on getting everything updated tonight, and since I just came home and passed out and didn’t check the main, I’m going to hold acceptances tonight. Emmy is on vacation, so it’s just me -- please bear with me! Anyway, let me know if you have any questions.
how old do you have to be to participate in this rp?
Our group does contain mature themes, such as violence, drug abuse, gore, and smut – therefore I wouldn’t accept anyone under the age of 18. I will be adding that to the rules.
do you accept beginner rpers?
absolutely!!! we have no qualms about accepting beginning rpers.
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Tomorrow is acceptance day! Still plenty of time to get those apps in. I’ll be around on and off today since it’s raining. Send any questions you have my way and I will do my best to answer them quickly and effectively.
NAME: Aurelia “Lia” Verdugo AGE: 27 / 1,251 SPECIES: Blood Cursed OCCUPATION: Investor YEAR OF ARRIVAL: 1845 RESIDENT FOR… 18 years. FACECLAIM: Emeraude Toubia
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Aurelia was not born a Verdugo, nor did she marry into the name. It was given to her in Rome long ago —but this is a story for later. In the beginning, she was Aurelia Cabrera, the daughter of a goat farmer. In marriage, she became Aurelia Barros, the wife of an artisan named Mateo. Her husband made vases for the wealthier inhabitants on their town, and she cleaned up his messes and cared for the household. They tried time and time again to conceive, but a child never came. Aurelia chalked it up to fate, but her husband blamed himself, and his guilt drove a wedge between them. In his sadness, Mateo refused to make love to his wife, ate very little, spent more and more time in his workshop, and couldn’t do as much as look Aurelia in the eye. Over time, it felt as if she had been widowed, and her own sadness grew, in turn.
When a strange man came through town, she and her husband were both eager to offer their hospitality. Their home had felt cold and empty for far too long, and they hoped a new face would breathe life back into its walls. For a while, it did. Husband and wife were thrilled by the tales this strange man had to tell, and they listened with open ears and eager hearts. Aurelia was charmed by the man himself, whose name was Leo, though it was clear that her husband was fonder of his stories. He was a good man, Mateo, and though he still loved his wife, she knew that he wanted more. If he could not have a child, he would have seen the world if he could have. Instead, he settled for the stories of Leonitus, the mysterious and well-traveled man. During Mateo’s work hours, Aurelia came to know Leo more deeply than she had ever intended. He was kind and wise, funny and handsome, but what had drawn her in was his attentiveness. No matter how simple her life was in comparison, he never seemed bored by her. By then, this was more than she could say of her husband. Quickly, and without intent, the two fell in love.
He told her what he was, and she was thrilled. It started off simple, asking him to show her the most mundane of magic tricks, but quickly it grew into something that Leo questioned. Before her requests could become too troublesome, the plague swept over Europe and Aurelia fell ill. Amidst innumerable deaths, three other significant players fell ill, too. They would become the Blood Cursed, and Aurelia would learn to resent her lover for turning her into something she never wanted to be. However, she had been granted the kind of power she had always craved for herself, and though she didn’t know what to do with it, she wreaked havoc with the rest of her kind. For ten years, her bloodlust pushed Leo further and further away, until finally, the Blood Cursed were banished. In their banishment, she became the right hand to Ryder Dawson. The two butted heads on nearly everything, but her quest for power allowed her to put those things aside in favour of building a useful relationship.
When she was released from her banishment, she took up in Rome. This is where she became known as Aurelia Verdugo —the butcher. She reigned from the shadows, the source of legends and tales of monsters. She built an empire in the form of her coven, turning powerful men into vampires and pulling the strings behind the scenes. Her mind was sharp as a whip, her tongue made of silver. All this was not enough for Aurelia, though. It would never be enough. So she sailed to the colonies, to America, to expand her territory and take on a new corner of the world. Much to her surprise, she landed not only in a new world, but in a new time. She was alone, with nothing to her name but the clothes on her back and a small trunk filled with things that were useless in this new space. In time, she sought out a man she knew long ago, someone that she hoped could help her. And so Ryder Dawson entered her life once again, much to her own dismay, and he helped her settle into a life she never asked for.
After years of working under someone else’s thumb, Lia is her own boss once again. This is merely a taste of what she used to have, but she’s playing the long game now. As an investor in the city, she has a hand in the cookie jars of several prominent businesses, and reaps the rewards for it. Her life is not so extravagant as it once was, but she lives comfortably and with money to spare. The adjustment was more than difficult, but she’s since become a calmer version of herself. The bloodlust hasn’t gone away, and it likely never will, but with no other choice than to control herself in this version of New York, what’s an old girl to do?
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Ambitious: Lia knows what she wants, and she’ll do what it takes to get it. It might take a long time, but as she sees it, she’s got all the time in the world. She’s a ladder-climber, whether it be within business or social circles, and she tends to befriend the most powerful person in the room —or the one most likely to do her a favour.
Intelligent: Not only has she had the time to give herself an outstanding education, she’s also become wisened with age. Though there’s no denying she’s both book and street smart, she doesn’t always make the most informed decisions when her emotions get the better of her.
Playful: Her sense of humour certainly isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and more often than not the stuff she finds amusing isn’t so funny to the person on the other end. She enjoys getting a reaction out of people, whether it be making them angry, or making them wet their pants in fear. Ultimately though, her sarcasm and wit are quite harmless, though this may be because she’s been told to behave.
Wild: Lia is a thrillseeker in whatever form she can find it. She enjoys a good weekend binge as much as the next girl, and can throw down with the best of them. She’s entirely unpredictable; any given day is a toss-up whether she’s going to want to sleep with you, or punch you in the face.
Stubborn: She’s very set in her ways, and once she’s made up her mind, there’s little to be done to change it. Because of this, she’s usually hesitant to make commitments or promises. It also means that if you’re someone she considers a friend, which are few and far between, you’re stuck with her for the long haul.
Unapologetic: You’d be hard pressed to get an apology out of Lia, even if she knows she’s the one in the wrong —which is rare, in and of itself. She is who she is, and she doesn’t water herself down for anyone.
NAME: Roy Santos AGE: 27 / 82 SPECIES: Time Traveler, one who ripped the liminal space OCCUPATION: Owner of Peach Cafe YEAR OF ARRIVAL: 1963 RESIDENT FOR…27years. FACECLAIM: Peter Gadiot
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Trigger warnings: addiction mention, violence, gambling
There is a blur between childhood and adolescence. Half of the memories are blocked. What was the point of chasing dreams - if they’re more nightmares? From what Roy could piece together, his mother was an addict. It preserved a flash of CPS and police around the small apartment. A dark face replaced the one of his mother draped on a mattress. He stepped in line with the agent, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. From what, he couldn’t remember. He settled into an adoption program, funneled through the system until his older brother, Louie turned eighteen. His brother plucked him off near Montgomery. It was close to six years since the two last saw one another. It was a touch away from living with a stranger. At sixteen, he walked into the bleak apartment. Louie managed to scrape together enough rent for the place, squeezing the life out of his paycheck from a corner store. He said he couldn’t find any place better, at least, not without a GED. Roy brushed it off without much concern. A roof was a roof, regardless of space. It was easy to fit into the mold and become what his peers desired. Kicking in with the first friend group that offered open arms, Roy settled into routine of dark parking lots and crushed Pall Malls. He swept for a twenty-four-hour gym. It wasn’t much, but it offered funds for food that wasn’t there. Louie was always too prideful for stamps, tearing himself away from the stereotype that followed their family thus far. After a night, a member approached him with an offer for more funds. There was an underground scene not too far from the place. They offered cash prizes for those who offered a good punch. He would do his best in the cage fights, bringing home a wad of cash with a bruised cheek. Louie never asked where the money came from. For now, it was one of the few contributions that kept them afloat. Eventually, gentrification pushed them to the outskirts of the city. Crime escalated near the outskirts. The sirens of war were always greeted in red and blue.There was a leak of the underground matches to police. A raid landed him in cuffs. There was no way his family could afford a good lawyer. Even at that, it was likely to end right back into the system. It was better shifting on a mattress pad rather than questioning his next meal. A plea deal was struck by a judge warmed by the teenager. He knelt against the front bench, hoping a hole would swallow him rather than the look passed from Louie. If allowed, he would be able to walk free in the general sense. The slap on the wrist sentencing shocked even his brother once he was released. The event was a turning point for Roy. He needed to make more of his life rather than stooping to what was easier. So, he went back to school. He actually studied, landing himself a scholarship to MIT. It wasn’t completely paid for, but at least Roy could work part-time to pay it off.
He cruised past most of the students on campus. He didn’t make friends easy and most of the students seemed to glide their way into university without a struggle. They completed their classes, attended parties, and did everything without a struggle. Roy felt as if he wasn’t smart enough for the crowd. Even when selected to work on a group thesis, he felt out of his element. He stood before six other contenders that were better than him, but it didn’t matter. With his dexterity, it was easy to see where he placed on the team. His hands were feather light, easily guided through small pieces and products with calloused hands. When the lab exploded, their lives were changed permanently.
At first, the ability to skip through time was great. He could visit his mother and unclog the blackened memories. Time would warp to his will, creating an infinite amount to complete his studies and work schedule. He could do anything. In a series of events, he sliced through time too deeply. He wasn’t sure what he had done, but created a separate reality for himself. No one was supposed to fall in, and yet the body count just rose from every ripple in time. Some would slip, grievances by the loss of their loved ones. He couldn’t release them of their pain, but rather wallow in the idea that this was his creation. He created a pool of suffering, not what he pictured of vacant peace from everyday life.
As some punishment for himself, he chose to live in the space he created. Over the years, his memory grew jagged. He convinced himself at times he could see apparitions that simply weren’t there. He could speak to them as well, but kept the matters private to him. He didn’t need to inform the others of his slow winding sanity. He wanted to do something, at least, anything for the citizens trapped there. He opened up a modest coffee house called Peach. He had a small staff, but business was enough to whistle in his own tragedy. He never was able to complete his degree, but he was able to make something good out of the rubble.
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IMPRUDENT. He doesn’t seem intelligent, but well versed in street smarts. Most of the time, he acts before he thinks, which always faults to not caring about his position. He doesn’t think most scenarios through especially with the white hot rip of anger. CONSCIENTIOUS. Though a moral code isn’t what he seeks, there is still a dying urge to do the best he can in whatever position granted. He ducks his head down and obeys orders simply because it is expected of him. He wants to do better and surpass his peers. PRAGMATIC. In the matter of head versus heart, the head always wins. He has a realistic outlook on life. He doesn’t expect much from others and grows irritated by idealistic ideology. You’re either naive or a realist. He likes to think of himself as the later. RESILIENT. Despite every roadblock in his life, he survived. He takes a punch easy, but it’s difficult to keep him down. He can force himself to move past difficult situations quickly, though the aftermath is not always placid. ACRIMONIOUS. Obedience and respect doesn’t come easy. He is hot iron. His body coils around a deep anger he can’t explain. It helps to vent it out through work, but it isn’t enough. There is too much to simmer over in his life. All the tragedy, he’d rather use his anger towards something productive rather than forgive anyone. ALOOF. He tries to remain distant, allowing others to trust him first. Not many understood you. He didn’t allow them to. He isn’t loyal to anyone other than those who scaled the walls he set up.
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