Blood and Magick 3: Chaos Legions

[Drusilla]

WARNING: This is NOT a continuation of the previous plot line. This is a completely new flavor of B&M, more D&D-styled this time.

That being said... let's hear it for Crossbreed for getting my brain in gear! =D


When desire becomes alive,
When it fades, it becomes inactive,
When attached, sparates 'cause,
You will not let your destination break

Get up, get up,
Give up your mind

Corruption inside and hateful crimes
Sorrowful days all full of despise
Defective minds and anxious vibes
Will never lie the meters sky high
Standing high, falling down
Simple lives will all come together
Animosity will always be
'Till we relieve the children from their tears
-Crossbreed, Seasons


Life as we knew it has come to a halt. The world economy eventually fell to its knees and collapsed all together. Tensions in the Middle East finally exploded, resulting in the loss of millions of lives across northern Africa, eastern Europe, and western Asia. Temperatures continued to rise in the northern climates, resulting in the emptying of the majority of western Europe. Disease finally took hold in the dense populations of Asia, wiping out entire countries. Anarchist upheavals in the Americas resulted in milliant action against the people, the likes of which had not been seen in the western hemisphere before. Civil war broke out worldwide in countries not all ready depopulated by disease or famine.

Then came the Shift.

As best as we can tell, the tectonic plates all moved at once, destroying landmasses and rearranging what remained. The skeletal remains of NASA captured images of a world that seems far too alien to be our own. New masses have begun to appear, and some are completely gone. Now, under normal circumstances, this would take millions of years to change...

Our circumstances are far from normal, however.

Creatures haunt the night. Seemingly human, they stalk those who remain after dark in the ruins of Los Angeles. People have been vanishing. Others have appeared, and not all fear the light of day. Some are calling this the wrath of God unleashed upon the world; others argue that whatever God there may be has abandoned us, if He ever truly existed. There seems to be nothing but demonic influence upon these... legions...

One must also note the rumors of "good" monsters appearing as well, though nothing conclusive has been found. Maybe there is a salvation, but I highly doubt that it will come in the form of a Judeo-Christian God.

As for myself, I trust none. The task of daily survival is enough to make the weakest end it themselves. Suicide rates are through the roof, such as it is, but I worry about no others.

Chaos has taken hold. I am in my element. Let me be an agent of destruction, if I must, but I fear that holding out is now useless. Become, or be overcome.

-Lillian Slade, August 3rd, 2035 C.E.


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Name: Lillian Slade
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 20
Appearance: Fine, shoulder length blue-black hair goes well with her pale cool-toned skin. Her eyes are a dark grey, the color of calm, deep water on a cloudy day. Aside from her clothes, she looks like she could have stepped directly from a black-and-white photo. Her wardrobe is typically loose-fitting and comfortable, the predominant shades being black, white, and dark blues and purples. She wears a variety of silver jewelry, usually several nondescript bracelets, ankh earrings, and a star necklace on a delicate chain. Calf-high heeled black leather boots complete her outfits.
Personality: Compassion really isn't her thing, and depending on how she's feeling, she can be downright malicious. She wants to know what's in it for her before she ever agrees to something, and she almost always comes out on top. When she doesn't, she bears a grudge that unearths her truly ugly side. She seeks power and knowledge above all else; everything else is secondary.
Powers/Skills: Open for discussion; she practices dark witchcraft (not necessarily black magic, though... she's pretty neutral in respect to good and evil). Whether her powers are from inborn talent or from channeling from some mysterious source is unknown.
History: She doesn't share much. She came from a pretty well-off family, and grew up appearing to abide by the rules to keep her family out of her hair. Left to her own devices, she meddled in drugs and alternative religion, slowly becoming the woman she is today. Now, she is the last of the Slades alive... But she is bound and determined to insure that no one forgets her legacy.
Other: Has one "pet" wolf who also happens to be a were... If only she knew...

[Samchu]

Name: Gaelen Underwood
Gender: Male
Race: Human (for the most part )
Age: 19
Appearance: Gaelen stretches just above the six-foot marker but looks taller. His broad shoulders and strong arms frame a well-constructed torso that hangs over sturdy calves. He has dark hair, grey eyes and lightly tanned but very scarred skin. He still dresses in clothes from "beyond the shift": jeans, trainers and a black t-shirt. He wears no jewellery save for a pure silver bracelet.
Personality: He has the cocky-overconfidence of youth but often has the strength to back up his claims. He has his way of doing things and won't let anyone stand in the way of that without good reason. He's a loner by nature but curious of humans and observes them often. On the outside he appears to be sure of his goal, but it is a mask to hide his conflicting emotions. He does not know of his purpose and so he has taken to monster hunting as it is the only thing that feels natural to him.
Powers/Skills: He is strong in a way that seems unnatural; it is not the time to come from rigourous workouts and yet it exists. He can also navigate shadows, using them as portals between different places. But he cannot create them.
History: The name "Underwood" is a fake he adopted after he was cast out by his family. Days after the shift, Gaelen began to display unnatural abilities and his inherited blue eyes turned a stormy grey. His parents, fearing for themselves, knocked him unconcious and dumped him in the wastelands of LA. He has spent every day since trying to build a life amongst the wreckage whilst hunting down the monsters that walk the night.
Other: nope

[Crystal Tears]

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Name: Aeron or Asha
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Age: She appears to be in her late twenties, but she's actually 814.
Appearance:
Human Appearance: she stands at 5'10, rather tall for a woman. Her skin is tanned, and her eyes a fierce storm-grey. Her hair is strange, yet beautiful combination of dark blond, brown and highlights. Though no one really knows why as its not a natural colour. She tends to wear a white spaghetti strap shirt that clings to her athletic body (slightly more on the muscular side). And slightly worn and torn jeans. She hates shoes, or better yet any type of footwear, so usually goes bare feet.
Wolf Appearance: At the shoulder this wolf is 50 inches tall, and is massively oversized compared to the other natural breeds out there. She's brindle coloured, a wonderful mixture of black, brown, orange, and a hint of white on her underbelly and tail. Her eyes stay the same storm-grey.
Personality: Dominant, confidant, and maybe just a tad egotistical, Aeron has earned her right to act and feel this way. She has a dry and sometimes sadistic sense of humour and absolutely hates optimistic people with a royal passion. She’s out-going and will let her opinion known if she thinks its valid (this personality even shows through as a wolf)
Powers/Skills: The ability to turn into a wolf, increased speed, and regeneration. Her greatest trait is a massive increase in strength. She could easily take on the stereotypical werewolf and hold her own. Other abilities are minor, better night-vision, better sense of smell… etc
History: Aeron, or Asha (as she's called in her wolf form, a name given to her by Lillian) is a different breed of werewolf as she and her kind turn into oversized wolves. She is unaware how she came to be in this place called Los Angelus, but in her wolf form, she encountered Lillian. The two stuck together, but Asha feared for her life (as there were wer hunters) she stayed in her wolf form.
Other: Aeron has never transformed into her human form in front of Lillian, keeping her true identity a secret.

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Name: Kate or Arrow
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Age: She appears 21, but she's actually 102
Appearance:
Human Appearance: She has long, slightly wavy dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She isn't athletic, just slim. She has fair skin, and stands at a comfortable 5'6''. She usually wears an oversized t-shirt that's blue and dark blue jean shorts. She also, like Aeron, doesn’t wear shoes or socks.
Wolf Appearance: Arrow stands at 47 inches tall; her coat is a soft brown color with a lighter underbelly and paws. She’s not as big or as intimidating as Asha, but she is still pretty scary looking then she’s angry. Her eyes are also hazel in this form, but are much greener than when she’s human.
Personality: Kate isn’t as bold or as out-going as her counterpart Aeron. She doesn’t like conflict and will only resort to violence or joining a fight if necessary. She has a blunt sense of humour and tells it how it is at points; Kate is good at keeping secrets and a surprisingly good liar. Maybe a little too curious for her own good, she often finds herself being hero because she couldn’t keep her nose out of other people’s business. The only time Kate immediately goes for violence is if she is see’s her own blood, or cornered. In a fight she doesn’t care who she is fighting, she will gladly tear their throat out to defend herself.
Powers/Skills: Along with the minor abilities, she has increased strength and fast regeneration. Her greatest trait is superb agility and speed.
History: A lot like Aeron’s, Kate doesn’t know how she ended up in Los Angelus but lives day to day. It was one random night that she and a strange man (Gaelen) encountered each other. He must’ve seen her change, because he attacked her. Kate reacted in kind, fighting as fiercely as she could she escaped her assailant and fled. Ever since she had been fleeing from the hunter, trying to figure out a way to get rid of him, as an assault is too risky.
Other: Nothing?

Sorry for changing it again Dru, you only get one wolfy to guard you until later probably lol

[Drusilla]

All three sign ups approved, of course! *happy dance*

[Bulbasaur4]

Would it be alright if I brought Vean back? (Vean was the male version of Helvanearica... but I'm going to change his back story a bit.)

^_^ I'm working on a human sign-up as well.

[Drusilla]

Honey, as far as I'm concerned, you can do whatever the hell you please. ^_^

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Malik
Gender: Male
Race: some say he’s the spawn of a demon, while those with contempt for him say he’s just some punk human. Malik’s never really given an answer to what he is.
Age: He appears somewhere in his early twenties, but he’s never given a specific age.
Appearance: Malik stands at roughly 6 foot with a lean, yet well toned build and a healthy complexion. With dark graying hair falling messily over his firm, yet youthful face, his menacing gold eyes seem to match the arrogant, lop-sided smirk that constantly appears on his features.

As for clothing, Malik’s most notable feature is the white coat, which although is covered with dust and dirt, still appears rather clean. Underneath he wears a black, skintight shirt, black pants, dark brown fingerless gloves and black, steel-toed boots.
Personality: Arrogant and sarcastic at best, and chaotic at worst. Malik seems to care about his own amusement over all else. Unfortunately, his tastes in ‘entertainment’ normally involve fighting and mayhem. He enjoys a good fight and is one to often mock his enemies, just to get a rise out of them. Malik tends to have a short attention span as well, and tends to get bored with things quickly.
Powers/Skills: He can be best described as ‘super human’, with heightened strength, speed, stamina and shockingly, a resilience to magic (resilience, not immunity). Whether magic is involved or not is unsure.
History: Not much is known about him personally, but most people view him as a walking disaster, bring mayhem with him wherever he goes. Sometimes however, Malik’s destructive nature seems to be pointed at something that threatens humanity and in these situations he comes out the hero. Because of this, whenever people spot Malik approaching, they’d better pray there’s something else to get the anarchist’s attention.
Other: Malik’s weapon of choice can be described as a large wrecking ball made of iron and crystal. For such a large weapon, Malik can wield if with frightening ease.

[Drusilla]

You are, of course, accepted. ^^

[kalad1]

Name: Anna
Gender: Female, at least, she thinks of herself as female.
Race: Mutant, Monster, Freak, she's been called all these things, though she doesn't know herself.
Age: 23
Appearance: Anna's appearance is rather unique, in that she's a shapely young woman, about 5'4" most of the time, composed completely of opaque, emerald green goo, with 'hair' to her shoulders, eyes, and other defined features varying in darkness of hue. She typically bears an expression of depression or sadness. When standing still, her legs merge to form a solid column, and she only seperates them into true legs when she needs to move. Beyond her face, which she gets right every time, her other features, like height, and arm length and such tend to vary slightly.
Personality: She's usually depressed, but kind when able, and, if anyone took the time to actually know her, they'd find a friend for life, but as it is, her self esteem is at an all time low.
Powers/Abilities: Being composed of slimy goo, and lacking defined internal organs, most methods of inflicting physical harm, like cutting, shooting or stabbing, are wholly ineffective in affecting her on anything but an emotional level. However, fire, electricity, extreme cold, or any other force that could actually destroy her body mass is sufficient. As well, she is able to shift her shape and do things like squeeze through cracks or holes, though the smaller the opening, the longer it takes. On the downside, she isn't the strongest individual, being slightly weaker than the average human.
History: Once being human, a child of parents who could provide for her but unfortunately had died, leaving her an inheritance to get by from day to day, she simply woke up one morning the way she currently is, and was quickly run out of town, and ever since she's wandered around, trying to find her place in the world.
Other: wooo.

[Drusilla]

Very interesting; I'm looking forward to seeing where you want to go with this character! Accepted.

[Grey Knight]

Name: Vadim Andrei Vitaliy
Gender: male
Race: post-human?
Age: early 30s?

Appearance: 5'6", thin and wiry, pale, platinum blonde traditional crew cut hair, light blue eyes. large, old-fashioned glasses for far-sightedness. Has his own odd post-Marxist sense of fashion, prefering bland suit, tie, and vest ensembles inspired from a century ago, in greys or browns, sometimes with a long jacket that is just as much protective duster as it is blazer. Has been seen in LA on exactly one diplomatic occasion in a stunning and clearly expensive black and white suit.

Personality: Versatile and very much "left-brained", Vadim is largely a quiet, peaceful, and orderly man. He enjoys gardening and tinkering as well as the more challenging and exotic engineering work he does for a living. Always with an air of quiet stoicism, he pursues basic survival, with the ultimate goal being peace and security through cooperation as well as by means of his various and talents and... gifts.

Powers/Skills: Mechanic, electrical engineering, ex-soldier, technomancer. can channel significant amounts of raw, spiritually "neutral" energy through meditation or occasionally force of will, though with limited skill. Able to further direct and control energies through supplemental technology that only he seems to understand.

History: Born in a military hospital in an isolated Siberian village/rotting army compound near the turn of the millenium, his life has been tumultuous, with several periods of stability, including a stint in the military and another under the strict arcane training of his mysterious grandfather, punctuated by episodic adventures of violence and survival, as his homeland gradually fell deeper and deeper into total anarchy and slow but massive die-off. Today, post-Shift, he finds himself on the industrial outskirts of old LA, living in an old warehouse with a few trusted human friends. With workshops on the ground level, makeshift apartments above, gardens and a greenhouse on the roof, and plenty of, well, storage space, they earn their livings as a logistical focal point for the struggling, scattered community of peaceful beings. Vadim himself, as his contribution to the ongoing struggle against legions, occasionally takes contracts for high-end weapons crafting and repairs for monster hunters and a few trusted peace-keeping martial entities.

Other: none yet

[Bulbasaur4]

Name: Veanic
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown by almost all, seemingly a hellish angel to any human.
Age: The age of the Earth, technically.
Appearance: Think of this, for a general guide. Veanic stands tall at a height of 6'5" with a solid, formidable build that is quite defined and toned. His most noticeable bodily feature would be his broad, muscular and arms that usually always are poised and ready when in a hostile or uncomfortable environment. Veanic's skin tone is slightly tanned, having a sun-touched color to it, giving him a warmer appearance which contrasts nicely to his thick, ebony hair. In the front his black, silky locks drizzle elegantly about his face (framing it, as one would call it with his style of haircut) but around his ears and to the back, the hair hangs longer and if it isn't tied into a silken ponytail, it becomes a full mane of hair that reaches slightly past his shoulder blades. However, usually he chooses to fold his hair down and up once so that when in a ponytail, it doesn't go past his neckline. His eyes are a fiery crimson color, animating themselves somewhat and flushing with gold if angered or if he gets excited about something.
His normal attire would consist of slightly tight black jeans with a silver-buckled belt, in which he attaches the hilt of his sword to so the belt always sags to that side some-what. He also wears a long-sleeved buttoned crimson-shirt that is made out of a soft, thin material however his casual attitude usually as the shirt open so that it exposes the entirety of his defined pectoral and abdominal muscles. When out and about, a long black trench coat is worn, usually slitted in the back and front to allow for easy movement. He always wears black, mid-calf boots.
Personality: Veanic is a wild card, although appearing some-what calm. He is very hard to anger or to get a rise out of on purpose, but his excitement and wild personality show in the midst of the night in battle or in peculiar situations. He's witty and intelligent, although he chooses carefully whom to ally himself with. His outside appearance is mysterious, blank and cold but when getting 'comfortable' with someone, his true colors flare up.
Powers/Skills: Veanic is quite strong and extremely skilled with his large, broad-sword blade. His movements are swift and powerful and his cat-like reflexes are obviously super human, using his negative-energies to aid his impulses. There is a dark, sinister aura about him that occasionally is manipulated into channeled energy to help amplify his skills in battle or to stifle his opponents.
History: Veanic is actually one of five personalities stemmed from the being known as "Helvanearica." Known as "Helve" in her neutral state, she is essentially "Creation's Afterbirth." When the Earth was created and all beings living, there was excess matter which for quite a time was suspended with little purpose. but then it shifted and molded itself, forming itself into God's created image of Eve. (Helve WAS/IS not Eve, it just choose that form to appear like after humans were created.) Helve is essentially soulless as of now, although she yearns for a soul.
She has five other states that can be pulled depending on the state of the Earth. Whatever is 'dominant' determines her alignment and situations determine the degree of that alignment. If one knows her true name, they can even summon her by simply stating it outloud. Helve is the neutral state, a woman. Lvan is the Neutral Good state. Arica is the Chaotic Good state, which has never been seen. Veanic is the Neutral Evil state, currently in control due to the Shift. And Nearvica has only been seen once... and is hoped to never been seen by again....
Other: Rwar!!




Name: Proticia
Gender: Female
Race: The Fallen
Age: Appears to be 16
Appearance: I like to think of her as sort of like this. Proticia stands at a height of 5'7" with a thin, graceful build that has a way of making her seem vulnerable. Her skin is quite pale, often reflecting even the slightest ray of color shining off of the nearest object. Her hair is quite long, reaching midway down her back and having a deep, cold-ocean blue color to it. Her eyes are silver, but at a closer glance someone could see flecks of ice blue and green intertwined with in the silvery hues. Thick, black lashes rim her eyes to make the color scheme of her hair, eyes and pallor seemingly come together to give her a bewitching and startling appearance.
As of the beginning of the RPG, she wears a form-hugging dress (much like in the picture) that is a deep, violet-blue in color and rimmed in a white trim. She wears thigh-high stockings of the same color, rimmed at the top in a lacy white. She wears thin, supple black boots that go slightly above her ankles.
Personality: Proticia is observant, but when addressed or when seeking answers, she is quite forward. She tends to second guess herself a lot, but refuses to show any weakness despite whatever mental or physical turmoil she may be in. The rest of her personality will be seen in the RPG.
Powers/Skills: Her powers are not active right now. The only thing she has the ability to do is draw a glowing line in the air, which molds itself into a metallic, silver pole.
History: Proticia was technically the daughter of the angel known as Gabriel, the messenger. She was, technically, a "Born Angel" and was known for often having visions of the future within her dreams. One day, a vision came to her about Gabriel going to recieve a message from Lucifer and dying while trying. In order to protect Gabriel out of love, Proticia went down to Hell herself and fetched the message from Lucifer. Lucifer made no such actions to kill Proticia, but the grin upon his face made it seem as if he knew of Proticia's actions.
When it was found out that Proticia brought the message from Hell to Heaven, she was punished. (It was Law that only Gabriel, approved by God himself, was allowed to carry such messages.) Proticia pleaded her case about why she broke the Law, but there was no exception upon her behalf. Gabriel himself had to aid Michael in casting Proticia from Heaven, down to Earth. This process caused Proticia's angellic powers to completely fade- causing her wings, her holy lance and her ability to cast magic to disappear.
When upon Earth, Proticia was immediately swallowed into Hell due to a curse that Lucifer placed upon her when she first went to obtain the message. Upon Hell, Proticia went through centuries of agonizing pain but managed to keep a hold of her own sanity so that she did not become a mindless "Fallen"- an angel who loses their wings and powers usually becomes insane, destroyed and a tool of Lucifer. Lucifer took notice but did not speak of it to Proticia, but instead watched her progression of torture.
Finally, the Shift occured and Proticia took the chaotic moment as an opportunity to escape from Hell. Climbing back to Earth, Proticia is now neither Angellic, Demonic or even technically a "Fallen" although she deems herself as one.
Other: Proticia will gain powers as the RPG progresses. When she summons her wings, it'll be painful and twisted- not really angelic wings and eventually her pole will transform into a scythe.



Yay for RPGness.

[Drusilla]

Yay, all approved, of course.

wtf is this tags.php thing? O_o *pokes it* I've never seen it before...

EDIT: Forum revamp! Ohnos! Now people will know who I've been stalking... o.o;;

[Dr.McNinja]

Workin on my signup right now!

EDIT: Blargle, should have edited this post

[Dr.McNinja]

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Name: Aelfric

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire

Age: Appears 24

Appearance: http://melopan-chan.deviantart.com/art/Aelfric-82209689 Just like that. If he has to he wears more appropriate clothes depending on the situation.

Personality: Aelfric is gruff and to the point. His deep gravely voice only emphasizes his directness in almost any situation. The direct solution is almost always the best for him, which often leaves a trail of bodies in his wake. By the same token, he is not a stupid person and the way he goes about solving his problems, while direct, are usually well though out. For example, if he has to kill a target he would usually prefer to shoot them from afar then to wade through their cronies even if the latter idea is the more “direct” of them. Aelfric’s morals are loose to say the least. He won’t randomly kill a baby per say but if that baby gets between him and his target it’s going to get violently shoved out of the way at the very least. He is brutal in his efficiency and never “assumes” a job is finished until he has finished it with his own hands. He has his own code of honor he follows to a T, so if you think anything about your assignment is going to offend Aelfrik, you’re better off just passing him by otherwise you’re going to get a pissed Vampire at your door. Some are surprised that someone so brutal can be, at the same time, so resolute in his beliefs.

Powers/Skills: Aelfric’s strength, speed, and toughness has been vastly improved by his transformation into a Vampire. He is capable of feats that would make any human’s eyes boggle. In addition, he has gained some degree of illusionary powers (a la the Ravnos from Vampire: The Masquerade) that he uses to deadly effect in combat. He lacks many of the more esoteric Vampiric skills but his mortal skills he kept upon his transformation more than make up for that. Perhaps to make up for this lack, Aelfric can exist in the sunlight, albeit uncomfortably.

History: Aelfric was a mercenary, working for a company in the Middle East when the Shift occurred. His group was mostly unharmed and thus became in great demand when the dust finally settled. Life was as good as it could be for anyone during that time when Aelfric’s sire, a powerful man who had taken control of much of Iran after the Shift and who was coincidentally a Vampire, decided that an undead cadre of highly trained soldiers would be a wonderful idea. Aelfrik disagreed and as soon as his control over his vampiric nature was complete he murdered the man and a good number of his former comrades who had welcomed the change and fled. What happened to the rest of his company is unknown to him but he suspects many died after losing their sire while some others may still be lurking about. His overall nature did not change and he hires himself out to whoever pays the best, at the moment that person being Lillian (subject to Drusilla’s approval and probably a discussion about what exactly he’s doing for her…it was just an idea that struck me)

Other: Aelfric’s most common weapons is a threesome that he is never found without. Alice is a Colt .45 Single Action Army Revolver, Samuel is a Marushin M1887 shotgun (the spinning one from Terminator :3), and Claire is a Mosin Nagant Bolt-Action Rifle. He carries Alice in a holster on his hip, Samuel is carried on a series of straps, barrel down on the inside of his coat when he wears it and on his back when he doesn’t (and it is appropriate) while he carries Claire in a long black case. He is deadly with any of them and protective of them to the point of questioning some of his sanity (though the fact that he named them in the first place is enough to do that).




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Name: Rillian

Gender: Female

Race: Wraith

Age: 21

Appearance: Rillian is, or was, an attractive twenty-one year old girl in her senior year at College when she was kidnapped by a group of Dark Magic users and turned into what ended up being the last of their experiments. She has rich blonde hair that falls to her lower back and brilliant green eyes. In her time at school she participated in a variety of sports depending on the season so she is characteristically in shape though her actual physical abilities are beyond what even that would suggest. She is moderately-endowed, not to the point of it being the only thing one notices when looking at her but well enough that boys’ eyes tended to wander if allowed to linger too long. In her human form she wears a tight fitting white shirt and leather jacket and a pair of deep blue jeans. When she allows herself to drift back into the world between a cloak of shadows envelopes her much like this picture minus whatever that breastplate is http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s...ane/Wraith.jpg the degree to which it tatters and billows depends on how far she withdraws herself from completely intact to a mass of ripped shadows twisting around her as if with a mind of their own.

Personality: Rillian used to be bright, friendly, and outgoing and these qualities remain if tinged with a deep irony and a sarcastic tongue that flays those who she feels deserve disdain. She has seen things no one was meant to see and then return to tell about and the sights twisted something deep within her. Whether through a tinge of fear in her eyes that transmits itself all to easily to a disturbing certainty in her voice when she speaks of dark things that tells one that she really knows what she’s talking about. This twisting also comes out in her casual way of going about what business she decides is worthwhile, friendliness is no longer so inviting when it is accompanied by a flurry of ghosts and the raising of the dead.

Powers/Skills: Being a Wraith Rillian has a close connection with death, having traveled to its very bound before being dragged back to her body. As such she is able to draw herself in to the realm of shadows that lie between life and death, between this world and the place of judgement. The deeper she pulls herself into that realm the more insubstantial she becomes in this world until bullets and other such physical objects can pass through her like smoke. The speed of this transition can be gradual or almost instant depending on her concentration at will for it to happen as the faster she fades the harder it is for her to cease the transition before she goes to far and falls into the realm of death from which there is no coming back. Rillian has access to a variety of necromantic abilities including drawing shades and ghosts from the world between to serve her will as well as raising dead bodies back to undeath. The degree of intelligence and mobility of these zombies and ghouls depends on how recently deceased the corpses are as one the spirits have passed the world between she cannot get access to them. Other abilities include the power to drain life from objects, cold based skills, and manipulation of shadows. The strength of these abilities is appropriately tied to how far into her Wraith form she allows herself to fall.

In her human form Rillian has physical abilities reaching the limits of what the human body is capable of yet not crossing over into the realm of the supernatural which leaves her at least at a physical disadvantage to some of the horrors she might face.

History: Rillian was, as mentioned before, a college student at UCLA in her senior year studying writing and theatre when she was kidnapped by a group of black magic users. These individuals had formed a cult based on worship of gods that they claimed to have contacted but, based on their situation and the degree to which they allowed their magic to consume them, were more than likely completely insane. Their intent was to create their own monster to protect themselves from the ones roaming the world since the Shift. They used their magic to give Rillian physical abilities reaching the peak of what the human body is capable of and then, thinking to eliminate the last weakness they could see, her mortality, they ritualistically killed her and then, right when she was to cross over to the realm of death, ripped her back into the human world and bound her soul to her dead body, raising her again as something between life and death, calling her a Wraith. She was…understandably….troubled and disturbed by what she saw and, combined with her impotent anger at her captors, used the abilities they granted her to slaughter them all. She raised their corpses and now they guard the Los Angelas warehouse they used for their rituals and that Rillian now claims as her refuge in the nights. Discarding her former name, she took the name Rillian after the primary god the magic users worshiped, finding it grimly appropriate.

Other: Cats seem oddly drawn to Rillian, they don’t flock to her residence like a plague but if one is around it will likely as not end up in her arms at some point or another.

[Drusilla]

Waaaaaah! A smecksay vampire! *glomps* Approved!

Lillian would be glad to have Aelfric in her services, as well... just need to think of why... Hmm...

[Drusilla]

So, here's what we've got so far...

Humans (or something like them)
Lillian Slade
Gaelen Underwood, Samchu
Malik, Mystic_Clown
Vadim Andrei Vitaliy, Grey Knight

Non-Humans
Aeron/Asha, Werewolf, Crystal Tears
Kate/Arrow, Werewolf, Crystal Tears
Anna, Mutant, kalad
Veanic, Bulbasaur4
Proticia, Fallen, Bulbasaur4
Aelfric, Vampire, Dr. McNinja
Rillian, Wraith, Dr. McNinja


Last call for pre-start signups... I will hopefully be starting this tomorrow. I'll allow a few LSUs, but would prefer everything to be squared away as soon as possible.