Drowning in blood and death the way it once drowned in magic, the French Quarter watches as war approaches. Solemn and slow, every day it creeps closer with the tide, seeking blood and death to feed on, blood and death to spread. With all the blood spilled in these months past, one would think the blood thirst would be slaked, but instead, the old souls of the Quarter crave more. Their thirst cannot be quenched, and they will have the blood they seek.
Members! We are delighted to release our Season Two Plot Drop, and usher VNRP into it's third year and second season. Beneath you will find information for each character regarding where they stand at the beginning of this new season. The plot drop implies a slight time jump of about a month. Current threads which take place in the interim are welcome to continue on, but any threads taking place following the plot drop, we ask to consider the time jump.
As always, please read the entire post, not just the sections related to your characters. It's important for our abilities to plot with one another that we all keep up with the storylines of every character in VN, to the best of our abilities.
Regarding Marcel’s new laws, we know this will make RPing a little more difficult, but we ask that members really try to follow these rules so as to make the limitations in the Quarter feel real. Alternatively, make sure that the difficulties your characters face in breaking them are acknowledged and don’t go without consequence. These rules will not be permanent, of course. If you would like your character to break the rules, we ask that you run your intended plot past us so that we can help ensure the most realistic portrayal.
Anything in this post is a gentle guideline, and open to negotiation. If you have questions or concerns, please feel free to contact us and we will do our best to work with you to find a mutually pleasing solution. If anyone would like information regarding the loose character arc we have envisioned for their character in Season Two, all you need to do is ask.
Though we hardly need to remind you lovely people, just a gentle reminder to please strive to be as inclusive as possible as we usher in this new season, both with our new members, and the characters on our dash. The comments you leave on each other's posts are inspiring and heart-warming, and we hope the tradition continues on into our new season.
Be creative, enjoy the story we get to tell together and laissez les bons temps rouler!
-The Admins @ VN
Reeling from the pain of losing Davina, Marcel Gerard has gripped the spirits she left behind in a punishing grasp. The rules he implemented following the original Harvest were mere child’s play compared to the draconian martial law that rules today. No weres are allowed on the east bank, and have been banished to Algiers and the Bayou. The Mikaelsons have been placed under house arrest with a permanent vampire guard. Anyone practicing magic is subject to immediate death without trial. Lost in his grief, Marcel doesn’t care about any pain he might be inflicting; in fact, he welcomes the company.
Like any true war profiteer, Katherine Pierce has deviated from her go-to game plan and placed herself right on the battle lines. Running hasn’t worked for her thus far, and this time, she’s going to control the cards as they fall. Playing double agent, Katherine has made herself indispensable to Marcel as the leading lady of his intelligence network. Little does he know that she’s promised the same to the Mikaelsons, who bear the brunt of Marcel’s enmity, passing valuable information about his plans their way. She’s not sure which side she’s rooting for, but she doesn’t need to be, not yet. She can make that decision when the winning party comes forward. Gia Talwar finds herself in a similar position, though she’s a lot less happy about it. Though her allegiance has always been with Elijah, Marcel had never been a bad leader before. She finds herself wanting to be there for him in his grief, part of the family of vampires rallying around their leader in his time of need, but she won’t turn her back on Elijah either. She splits her time between them, managing to pick up a position as one of the guards on the Mikaelson estate. She’s not sure exactly how far she’s willing to go to pay her debts to Elijah, and to honor the budding friendship between them, but she’ll have to figure that out, and soon.
The Mikaelsons sit on the frontlines of Marcel’s warpath, bristling under the intense scrutiny and ever-increasing ordinances. Though sympathetic to his plight, they are not suited to meek submission, and plots and plans abound. Klaus Mikaelson seeks an alliance with Hayley Marshall, stoking the fires of her anger. With the successful hybrid transformation of Scott McCall, the sky is the limit. With war hovering on the horizon, he has dreams of an army, and the wolves that howl at the moon in reverence of their lost brother dream of blood between their teeth. Rebekah Mikaelson navigates the return of a long-lost sister, something her half-brother refuses to acknowledge, but which she is desperate to grasp with both hands. Freya Mikaelson seeks a place amongst her volatile siblings, a quest which will not be easily resolved. Or so it may seem. She is not the only Mikaelson to have found her way free from the darkness. Kol Mikaelson has been rumored to be lurking, though he has yet to be seen. Elijah Mikaelson plays mediator as ever, but his much-celebrated even temper and talent for patience test him as his siblings fracture, and let that fracture spread into the city he so dearly loves. In an attempt to placate Hayley, Elijah moves to free the Argent huntress from Marcel’s clutches and deliver her to the alpha, only to discover the Argent hunter in residence at the garden is not the huntress he was looking for. He delivers Chris Argent into the jaws of the wolves anyway, and hopes that it’s enough to slake the blood thirst he can see growing in Hayley’s eyes. Chris doesn’t deserve to die for the crimes of his sister, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t make a perfectly acceptable bargaining chip regardless.
Hayley Marshall is out for blood, and is raising tensions in the Bayou as she calls for war against the vampires, with Marcel’s chafing rules and overzealous punishments. The witches are her first target, of course, but to root them out of her city for good, she needs to be ruling her city for good, and that means Marcel has to go. Malia Tate and Cora Hale seem to butt heads when it comes to their alpha’s plans. Malia won’t pretend that war is something she can stomach. Her family went all in, in the last Labonair war, and she lost everything for it. She’s not going to stand by and watch as her people, her family is ripped to shreds in front of her again. Not this time. Cora isn’t making it easy either, desperate to push away the people pretending to care about her. She wants blood, thinks Malia is naive to imagine this could go down any other way and that’s why she’ll stand by Hayley. But she’s done pretending that family doesn’t have to be blood, because her family is dead and there’s no pretending otherwise.
The loyalties of frienship are tested when Scott McCall reveals the true reason behind his disappearance. Both Malia and Cora are torn between fighting for their pack with the Mikaelsons on their side, and fighting the Mikaelsons for the crime they committed against Scott. Tyler Lockwood struggles with feelings of guilt for not arriving at the scene sooner. He channels this guilt into supporting Hayley’s campaign for war, mobilizing the wolves of the Bayou in her favor. The idea of war scares him, though, after the damage he saw Jennifer Blake wreak on his sister and one of his closest friends. Matt Donovan is struggling to keep up, as the depths of the supernatural world are revealed to him. His girlfriend, his sister, and his best friend, too. What other secrets are hiding out there, and what kind of role does he want them to have in his life? Equally out of the loop is Caroline Forbes, already isolated due to her self-exile, watching as the few connections she had to her old life slip through her fingers. Tyler is growing uncomfortably invested in his annoying little sister’s life—his step-sister, she is quick to remind him—and she can’t quite stomach seeing Elena. Even Stiles has gotten so busy, and she can’t help but feel incredibly alone. It’s making her act out, and just like the rest of her, Caroline’s sharp tongue is poised to kill.
Allison Argent, after everything—the trauma with Jennifer, losing a friend (Isaac) and her father—is left to deal with her fear and her anger under her mother’s wing and Kate’s black influence. Without her father there to temper her views, they skew more towards the extreme of supernatural-antipathy. After all, vampires took her father, and witches killed her friend and nearly her as well. With Cora pushing away her attempts at friendship, and her relationship with Scott fracturing under the pressure they both face, Allison dives into her heritage, seeking comfort, but finding something else entirely. Old family friend, Dinang Prawira, struggles to secure a plan for rebuilding the Guild, caught between the kindness of the Argent women, and the extremity of their visions for the Guild.
Lydia Martin is done being a victim of her mind and others’ schemes. She may still be healing, but she’s taking her life into her own hands. Like Allison, she searches for answers, but as Allison grows distant, absorbed in her own complicated life, Lydia must resort to research. Fortunately, she happens to be very good at it. She’s taken on Cami’s case as well, determined to figure out what is behind their fugues and time-losses. She finds an unlikely ally in Stiles Stilinski, who is stuck watching the cracks and fissures growing between his friends. Under extra pressure from J&J to find the witch responsible for the attacks, all hands are on deck. Stiles knows, however, that these things are connected and he worries that their friend group will be collateral damage to the greater forces tearing the city apart. Jaxon has noticed the two of them getting closer, and refuses to admit outloud how much it irks him. He’s not jealous of Stiles fucking Stilinski, no way. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to beat the shit out of him for it, though. Adam Sullivan finds himself in a similar position to Lydia. He’s beginning to realize that there are people in the world who might be like him. He’s determined to not feel so alone anymore, and despite being nervous about hurting people, he wants to learn about his abilities, and the people like him who can wield them. Meanwhile, Kira Yukimura doesn’t know what’s going on, but all of the people she had hoped would become her friends have suddenly withdrawn. She’s not sure how she could’ve managed to offend so many people in one go, but she can’t deny, it really hurts.
Even as an unaware human, Charlie McBride has caught on that something is not quite right within the French Quarter. Though she can't put her finger on it, the questions are multiplying. She's been searching for the two people who might have the answers. What happened that night she'd made plans with Cami? Why was she so determined to ditch her friend? What was Cami so afraid of? And, strangest of all... Why does Stefan come to mind whenever she thinks of that night, despite the fact that she doesn't remember seeing him at all?
In the wake of the failed Harvest, the witches of New Orleans flounder. The last of their magic drained into the earth with Davina Claire’s blood, and the ancestors have yet to deign to return it. The ancestors are displeased; interlopers have come into their lands and taken what rightfully belongs to them. Stefan Salvatore is bewitched - a fitting adjective, given the truth behind the story. For in fact, the Ancestors are puppeteering Lexi’s memory for much more personal gain - Magic will not return to New Orleans until the Salem Impostors are purged from the city. The Ancestors will not see their magic be squandered on the heretics outside of their chosen coven, even if that entails leaving their own children powerless in the meantime. As for Stefan, he is merely a puppet, like Lexi. Engaged to carry out the Ancestors’ will as a vicious witch-weapon, despite the fact that it will cost him in the long-run. Damon Salvatore struggles to contain his brother’s destruction, while simultaneously trying to atone for the sins that have cut him off from any friends he might once have had in the Quarter.
Sophie Deveraux cannot care less. She had had it right the first time, abandoning magic and the ancestors who abandoned her. To rub salt in her very fresh wounds, while tending to the bodies of the Harvest Children, something that has become a daily habit for her, Sophie realizes Isaac Lahey’s body is missing. Frederick Egrid fairs no better. Terrified that Isaac’s friend will return to finish the job, Egrid lays low, cut off from his only chance at the family he has longed for for so long. Meanwhile, Quentin Herrera is too busy struggling how to adjust to life banished from the Quarter to hunt down Isaac’s killer just yet. With his home forbidden to him, and his job as a bouncer on the line, he’s going to have to do some quick thinking to stay on his feet. Both his pride, and his livelihood, are on the line, and he’s not sure which one is most important to him just yet.
Jennifer Blake has paid the price for her crimes: the souls she sacrificed have latched onto hers, and there’s no getting rid of them now. As she struggles for basic control of her mind, Mary Sibley struggles to hold the Salem Coven together as they face annihilation. The coven members have been disappearing one at a time, in a most gruesome fashion. They turn up with their appendages torn of, their heads decapitated, and then gently pieced back together in a crude mockery of the person they had once been. Mary vows to find the one responsible, but between holding what remains of the Salem coven together, evading attack herself, and looking after the increasingly tiresome Jennifer, she finds herself dreaming of her one tried and true tactic: run and then rebuild. The only thing stopping her is her missing Sister, Rain. She will stay for Rain and find her. Until then, she cannot be free.
Compounding on the tragedy the Gilbert’s have already faced, Jenna Sommers has been murdered. Not, for once, by Klaus, but by a plain old human, in cold-blood. Stunned and aggrieved, Elena and Jeremy Gilbert must start their lives over once again without the family they had loved so dearly. To add insult to injury, they’ve inherited all of Jenna’s estate, including the harassment from Rogan Jones about buying the manor off their hands. It’s not a bad offer honestly, but it’s offered in cold blood, and the Gilbert kids can’t help but feel like he’s scavenging. The dirt hasn’t even settled on Jenna’s body yet. John Alden has become a permanent fixture in the Gilbert household, having finally claimed a bedroom in the old and drafty house. He is determined to provide these kids with the stability they have long since deserved, though he doesn’t know the first thing about stability himself. He struggles with nightmares, the ghost of his wife haunting him, and uncanny parallels between the life he had the chance to lead but lost, and the stolen life he finds himself living now.
Vic Kloeckler-Kuyavar struggles with Cami’s departure from the Quarter, and the burgeoning truth of their marriage to Tajim. They find comfort in the strangest of places, the claws they swiped from Chris Argent so long ago. Still, even they can’t help with the rage and despair they feel, which only seems to be growing with every day that passes.
In the wake of all the heartbreak, Cami O’Connell returns to New Orleans, drawn back to the City of Loss by too many friends in need. But all her weeks away were not for nothing. She’s done some digging and returns armed with an old picture and many questions. In this last-ditch attempt to make sense of the fragments of her memory, Cami launches herself into full-blown research, where no theory is too silly to consider. She begins with New Orleans’ history - supernatural and otherwise - determined this time to fend for herself, and protect her mind, once and for all.
I really need to gush for a moment about this little family. I've been here a little over 4 months now and this place has my heart. It doesn't matter what's going on in life, the members here show unrelenting love and acceptance. The admins show creativity and intellect that knows no bounds and Rose? Well, Rose... she is the heart and soul. She listens no matter what you have to say, no matter her own state of mind, no matter the topic. When you sign in each day, it's just like coming home. <3
KITTYYYYY!!!
This comment really made my day when I first read it, and every time I look at it since then I find myself smiling. I’m grateful you feel that way (nevermind the fact that you do me too much credit!) and I’m especially happy to hear that VN feels like home for you. Everyone gets credit for that; from the admin team to every roleplayer - your wonderful self very much included. This group feels like home for us too; not because we created it - but because of everyone who adds their warmth and charm to it every day we log in.
Thank you very much for the kind comment (and enjoy the cruise you’re on)!
It recently came to our attention that, in the almost two years since we’ve been open, some people’s ages on the OOC list are no longer up-to-date. In an effort to accurately reflect these stats, we invite all our current members to take a look at the OOC list and let us know (in reply to this post) if their age is reflected accurately or if it is out-dated (in the case of long-term members).
Of course, this is entirely optional, though from now on, we will try to keep the list updated accordingly when birthdays come to our attention.
Members please note that we have updated our hiatus list: (X).
We’d like to remind members that three days without posting written content constitutes inactivity, and inconsistency can also result in inactivity. Pictures, aesthetics, and music do not count toward maintaining your activity and that the admins are looking only at threads (gif chats, text conversations, paras, etc), flashbacks, and self-paras. Additionally, we encourage any member who anticipates being away from the dash for an extended amount of time to request a hiatus. You can find the instructions to do so here: x.
Also, this is a formal notice that some hiatuses (@sophie-deveraux, @jaxonw37) have come to an end and regular activity is now required to retain these roles. We’re very glad to have you back for the long-run, Chris! ❤
This is just a quick message to let you all know that Part II of our Finale event will be dropping this Wednesday (February 21st).
This will come with several twists and plot drops, so we ask that all current threads end by then, or that they have fulfilled the plot developments released in Part I of our event and reach a point where all roleplayers involved are ready for the next step. We are very excited for Part II and awed by the drama and the depth of emotions all of you are exploring together on the dash!
Roleplayers, we are pleased to announce our next event! This will be yet another departure from our last couple of events, in keeping with the magical and unpredictable theme of Halloween! Participation is optional, and the plot will last between Monday, October 30th to Monday, November 13th.
More details for this event will be released come Monday. In order to set it up though, we need to know who will be participating. If you would like to have your character participate, please reply to this post with “+1” (for players with multiple characters who want to have both included, we request that you ‘+1′ this post through both - or either - of the characters that you would like to include). Otherwise, it will be assumed that you do not want your character to be part of this event. Such roleplayers are still encouraged to reference the Halloween theme and/or incorporate it into their threads.
As always, if anyone has any questions or particular requests pertaining to the event, please don’t hesitate to shoot us a message through the Main and we’ll do our best to be of service!
Eoin. We confess that we are not at all surprised that our first member-application for an original character came from someone with your talent for creativity and imagination. Egrid is an intriguing combination of dark and soft - the kind of character that embodies New Orleans’ slow and hot patience and yet its quick flashing danger as well. Add to the intrigue the charm of an old-world ice cream parlor, and Egrid is sure to find the home in New Orleans that he has been searching for for so long.
Eoin, thank you very much for applying. As for Egrid…
⚜ ~ WELCOME TO VIEUX NOYÉS!!! ~ ⚜
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OC Character Application
Original Character APPLICATION:
⚜ Roleplayer:
⤜ Name/alias: Eoin
⤜ Pronouns: He/Him
⤜ Age: 23
⤜ Timezone: GMT
⤜ Activity: 7/10 I tend to check in every day if possible with replies coming between every one to two days, though I can miss a day or two due to university work or my job.
⤜ Best form of contact: Just on Tumblr :D
⤜ Any Triggers? None, thank you.
⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés? Through the ‘supernatural rp’ tumblr tag
⤜ What drew you to the RP? The marvellous character depth, emphasis on it being a mature role-play and the wonderful people within it.
⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay? The Conflict between the vampire’s and the witch coven is a very interesting element of this RP, in particular the vengeful spirits of the Ancestors, I feel they could be used to great effect down the line to make trouble for a variety of characters in their desperation for their sacrifices.
⚜ Desired Character:
⤜ Name of Character: Frederick Egrid
⤜ Face Claim: Freddie Highmore
⤜ Character Biography:
Frederick was the third born son of a poor, but loving family. His parents lived in a small mining town in Appalachia; they always talked about moving, but by 1994 Frederick, now only a child of six knew it would never happen, deep down they loved the dying town too much. He was a shy boy, but kind, so very kind and forever under the protection of his two elder brothers, Rohan, two years his senior, and Iser, four years older. The three boys were inseparable though, they played as children before taking small odd jobs around the town to aid their parent’s meagre income and through it all they were one another’s pillars of support. Iser, the smartest and bravest of the three, Rohan the joyful, always brining smiles, and Frederick, despite his shy, quiet nature, always listened, and always cared; their love was their most powerful asset. A harsh winter some years later was the first real test the siblings faced, losing both mother and father to fevers just as Iser turned sixteen. The boys took whatever work was available in such harsh times, Rohan sorted offal for a butchers, Iser (the most academically gifted of the three) apprenticed at town’s accountants office to better his knowledge. Frederick was given employment at an ice distributor; a small boy but a hard worker he was tasked with sorting the chipped off sections of blocks that would melt to be sold as ‘Appalachian Mountain Water.’
Here, Frederick learnt of his gift. Always quiet, they never told either sibling of their small, odd experiences. The time they stared at a tree broken tree branch and it reattached, or the time a fire was burning and blew out on a formless wind. But this… They could not deny; the ice didn’t melt. They quickly discovered that the ice they were to see melt and bottle never did until their shift was over. They couldn’t understand, and terrified they brought a small chunk home, kept it in his hands and felt no chill, if anything the block only grew in size as he held it to show his brothers. Rohan was at first scared, but Iser was curious and the three boys promised to discover what this was, and to never abandon one another as they did.
Over the years the boys became men and by Frederick’s fourteenth birthday he had some small grasp of their magic, it attuned to elements, but ice was their strongest, they skill with it had seem them rise through the ranks of work and become an ice sculptor for their business, making beautiful works for the rich to fawn over their many parties in the big cities; such places may as well have been different realms for all Frederick thought about them. At times though, it did move beyond their control, a fire could burn too high, or burn out, a vicious wind would knock over Iser’s paperwork, but they laughed and remained close, the bond of brothers forever their strength.
But all changed when Iser became engaged, the woman was ambitious, her love of Iser’s success was challenged by his siblings’ lesser standards and she made little point in hiding her distaste for the younger two, Frederick especially, his oddness pinpointed by her since the first meeting. The woman eventually accused the boy of attempting to sabotage the engagement when his gift caused her wedding dress to catch fire. She’d seen the flame move and in fear called him a monster. Iser arrived and attempted to calm the woman who set upon Frederick in a rage built on fear. The brother’s loyalty was strong; his love for Frederick outweighed his love for his fiancé, and scuffle ensued. Frederick, his fear his strength lashed out and the ice, as it always had, came. An icicle pierced a heart… Iser fell dead.
Rohan came upon his brothers, Frederick crying upon Iser’s corpse, the middle sibling’s age old fear once more reared its head, and he saw his brother’s gift as a curse, his sibling a monster. The brothers were no more; the family was no more. Rohan made to shoot his brother, but the other escaped with the aid of a lucky gust of wind. They never met again. Frederick wondered for months. Alone, his support gone, his magic was all he had. Wind to blow him food, fire to defend himself, and ice to keep him warm. A woman noticed the boy one day, and gifted him with a book before heading on her way, she’d only given him too more pieces of information: her name (Bastianna) and New Orleans. The book changed everything. Witchcraft. True magic, real magic beyond what the elements could give him. This, it could give him everything, starting with the family he deserved, siblings who would love him as he was and never leave him. He had love to give, and he would only give it to perfection. New Orleans would be the key.
Years passed and the magic he learnt kept him strong, alone he travelled, honing his craft, his patience and that now twisted kindness; all in aid of his crusade for the family he deserved, the crusade for New Orleans and the witches there who could be what he needed. Eventually, he was ready, and his journey brought him to New Orleans and the magic there was strong, though he knew not why, nor the secrets behind it. He had felt it once, so long ago when a Bastianna had placed a book in his shaking hands. Instinct told him that he could find what he sought, the family he longed for, the woman who he’d met. And perhaps, most importantly, a life of joy after so much patience; his hope had returned, and after weeks of investigation he learnt an awful truth. There had been a ritual, all the witches together as a good family should be and they’d been slaughtered! His blood had run cold at the news, his family, the family he deserved had been taken from him before he’d even got to meet them. But, they weren’t all gone, they couldn’t be. New Orleans had witches, and he would find them.
Though never as intelligent as Iser, who he’d come to see as a traitor of his own, choosing knowledge and a wife over family, he’d learned. A few tricks with his magic over the few years money afforded him a shop-front in Jackson Square, a place to open an ice cream shop; Egrid’s Ice Creams. Choosing to go by their last name was both a slightly paranoid method of hiding; they were a murderer after all, and a need to keep family at the forefront of the mind. Just as he’d crafted gorgeous ice sculptures years ago, now he created ice cream that was magical in itself. A place to wait, to watch to and at last have what he deserved. And once he discovered who’s taken away The New Orleans Coven… Well, they’d best be ready for a chilling denouement.
⤜ Connections:
Matt Donovan: The human shouldn’t have garnered their attention, but they recognised something with the man they hold within themselves: a hidden pain. And despite not knowing why they feel after a few meetings that the man could perhaps be a sibling they deserve and are keen to test this theory, whether Matt wishes to or not.
Sophie Deveraux: There’s was a meeting aided by fate, it had to be. After Sophie spotted his book behind the counter in his shop one day both had shared their stories of families lost, taken by others. He proposed a pairing, his patience with her knowledge, happy to aid the woman in her goals and see the New Orleans Coven restored.
Tajim Kloeckler-Kuyavar: When serving the man an ice cream one day a touch was all it took. The psychic knew at once that magic was used in the making of the treat and ever curious to how things work is torn between informing the Arcane Society of the Witch he’s found or looking further. Egrid may just turn the man with his tragic tale, if it’s told in the right way of course.
Rain St. Agnes: He only came across the woman once but it was enough, she knew what Egrid was and her knowledge struck the man as endless. He’s keen to gain the woman’s favour and perhaps, with time, show her the book he was given so long ago. They need to know more, be taught better and harness their abilities; a talented teacher may be necessary for this feat.
Marcel Gerard: While catering an event for the wealthy man some time ago, Egrid overheard an interesting conversation between the man and a young girl, all they truly heard was talk of magic, but it was enough to intrigue the man into knowing more, after all magic could always led to what he truly deserved.
Joshua Rosza: A regular to his shop, though he rarely seems to buy anything, Josh is a most talkative young man that Egrid is content to listen to, their seemingly endless patience serving them well. The boy reminds them of a brother they’d sooner forget but is rather engaging in his own way. There’s a conflict within him about the other that he feels can only be resolved with more meetings, perhaps outside of his shop.
⤜ Personality Traits:
Positive:
Calmness – Under all but the most strenuous of circumstances, Egrid possess a calm nature that takes a slow approach to life, they’re a good presence to have around in times of crisis, though whether he’ll be inclined to help is another matter.
Patience – Perhaps his strongest trait, Egrid is an incredibly patient person, having already waited decades in search for the siblings he believes he deserves.
Kindness – Of a sort. Egrid has a great potential to be kind, such as telling stories to young children in his shop, but this kindness tends to appear when it suits him best, such as to gain confidence or remain unassuming.
Negative
Judgemental – Egrid’s developed a habit of immediately judging most people as enemies for factors they cannot change, such as being human. They’re crafted a picture in their head of what people are despite not knowing people very well and this black/white mentality can mean they make enemies easily.
Vengeful – To this day Egrid wishes they’d killed their second brother for attempting to kill him. They have a bad habit of being unable to let go of slights against them as they slowly but surely rise like a snowball rolling down a hill until he exacts revenge. It may come a great deal of time later down the line, but he never forgets, and he rarely forgives.
Single-minded – Regardless of what happens in the world around them, finding s family will forever be Egrid’s main goal. Despite current, and more pressing, threats they struggle to see the forest for the trees, that is, to see the larger problems when they’re so focused on what they want.
⤜For the purposes of preparing the biography for your character, do you have any extra material you’d like to link us?
⤜What is your character’s species? Witch (though lacking a coven at this point)
⤜ If supernatural, what is their level of experience with their abilities? Frederick, despite having about a decade of experience with his magic, knows surprisingly little beyond element spells. Their control and manipulation of ice, fire and wind is particularly strong, and they’ve some experience with memory or mental manipulation, but an overall knowledge of the field of magic (akin to say Rain or Mary) would be greatly lacking. He’s an expert in elements, to sum it up.
⤜ Is your character affiliated with any of our factions? At this point no, but they’re almost malevolent desperation for ‘the family they deserve’ in the New Orleans Coven could see Egrid becoming a member down the line. For now, they’re a lone agent. Their need for close family can be detrimental to actually making alliances.
⤜ For Psychics… What is your character’s psychical ability? N/A
⤜ What are your future plans for this character? Given the tense situation with New Orleans, Egrid would first gain a ‘lay of the land’ so to speak; sniffing around characters to see who, if any, had the potential to become the ‘family he deserved’ as well as gaining information on the New Orleans Coven. Over the course of this he may become a confident of sorts, gaining the trust of others through the ‘kindness’ and calm nature he at first displays. As the narrative of the RP continues Egrid’s true and, sadly, more twisted nature shall emerge. They may become sinister in stalking their chosen ones, going to extreme lengths to prove they should need only Egrid and becoming jealous (and a threat to) any who they see as an obstacle to their family. In tandem with this their own magic may cause slight problems, in particular their affinity with fire and (more powerfully) ice. Egird, in their own way, wishes to see the New Orleans Coven restored for the sake of his ‘family’ but may end up destroying other families to do it.
⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character… Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their time?
Egrid lives within Jackson Square, above their ice cream shop. Upon waking then tend to work slowly and calmly, rising, showering and taking slow, careful walks around the awaking city; always on the look out for potential siblings or perhaps a meeting with Sophie to learn more from her about New Orleans. They’re usually back by eight, and proceed to open their shop, named ‘The Soul Of Sundae’ and serve excellent ice cream to customers while making friendly chat. They enjoy their work, being appreciated by a community and again, focusing on their search for siblings or perhaps the odd piece of idle gossip. When they shut up their shop they’re happy to return to their book, despite having read the spell book from cover to cover many times they still cannot master some of the entries within its pages. Usually they return again to the streets, finding comfort in the cemetery, its lonely atmosphere resonates with their cold heart and reading the names upon the stones provides an insight to the town. Finally, they return to bed, a usual ritual being to light the fireplace in their room with magic and craft a small figurine of a man out of ice, as they did as a child in their work. Come the next morning, the fire still burns and the ice figurine has not melted.
⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice.
Egrid always speaks in a rather quiet tone of voice, it’s soothing and pleasant to listen to, but growing up it often caused them to go unheard. The witch has developed a habit of judging people based on whether or not they’ll pause to listen to his quiet words; those who do not often experience a chill at some point later in the day.
They’ve a deep love of fairytales, and books in general. Once they learnt to read they found comfort within the tales of knights, dragons and princesses and now often recite such tales to young children in their shop, their odd kindness showing through that way
They rarely spoken aloud, Egrid harbours a deep dislike for any normal humans, they believe they unworthy. The betrayal of one brother and their own twisted view of another have skewed them most humans. Only the rare few are saved from their ire, and even then, Egrid often can’t say why he seems drawn to them; or rather, he doesn’t want to acknowledge why.
⤜ What are some plots you’d like to explore with your character?
Well, the first plot that comes to mind is Egrid finding someone he believes is ‘worthy’ of being a sibling to him and seeing how he might evolve over the course of building that relationship, how he may twist things and the trouble he may cause in his determination to have what he thinks he deserves. Given his connection to the New Orleans coven, seeing him plot with Sophie to finish the Harvest could be very interesting, the relationship that could be built there and the enemies or friends that he could make. Also seeing Egrid evolve as a witch, performing what he believes is good work necessary to finding his family; it could cause many problems for Davina. Given his personality, Egrid has a lot of potential to become a confident of sorts to many other characters who may be feeling alone or in need of a friend. The more he learns the more he may manipulate or use the information to his advantage; he’s a very selfish person deep down and only pretends to care so long as it can get him closer to what he wants and that kind of attitude can cause great conflict down the line.
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⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice? At this point, no.
⤜ Have you read the rules?: Yes
⤜ Would you be willing to have this character killed off? Perhaps, given time to play his plots out to a good extent and develop him somewhat. Though I’d prefer his death be due to my inability to continue playing him and plotted out from there is possible.
⤜ Anything else? Not really, but thanks for reading all of this and I really hope you like Egrid, I’d also really appreciate any feedback you guys have on this, it would mean a lot. Thanks! :D
