What's the deal with Louisiana State?
Anyway, we start; new characters are always welcome. No more neutrals, please... there are too many all ready. PM or email me with questions.

Mature for: language, violence, sexual themes, and the fact that it's my idea anyway...

Blood and Magick: The Coven

They say that legends and myths have their roots in fact. Most write the old tales off as amplified superstition of barbarians. Even today when the unnatural occurs right before our eyes, there’s always some “logical explanation”.

That logic is a lie.

Forget everything you thought was real or fantasy. Open your eyes, if you can, and find your own truths, because the creatures of old tales and dreams are real, and they’re all around you. Demons, angels, dragons, shape-shifters, witches all exist. They weave in and out of human society as they will, some together, some alone, warring, cooperating, living, and loving in a world that’s before us all the time. It’s there to see if we can only believe.

And where so God and Satan fit in? Do they even exist? They do, and their presence is very strong in this “hidden” world. Creatures ally themselves to one side or another, or don’t at all; rivalries form, and wars break out. Every few centuries tensions explode… and it’s about to happen again.

The agents of God fight for the light, even if they never see it. Their connection with their Creator is of love and understanding; their power comes from the cooperation of individuals in covens and covens working together. The anonymous savior of a lost child, the stranger who stops to comfort you on the street, all of these are among the mysterious warriors of good.

The servants of Satan hide their true selves, reveling on destruction and decay. They are slaves to the Lord of Hell, doing his bidding with fear in their hearts. The meaningless massacres and pointless destruction mortals see on the news are often the work of these thralls of evil. While many are “lone operatives”, several covens do exist, but most don’t last long due to the mentality of the average individual.

Then there are the neutrals, those who have no goals, no tasks, who simply live for life’s sake, who side with no one. They can be the most dangerous, or the trustworthiest; they are the unknowns.

Which side will you choose?


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Mah character, biznatches!

Name: Sorcha
Age: c. 1600 years old
Gender: female
Species: vampire-witch
Gifts/powers: she has the limitations and strengths of a vampire of her age (sunlight is harmful but won't destroy her, she doesn't have to drink blood as often, strong telekinetic powers, extreme physical strength, skin like white marble, ability to fly, ect.), but can also communicate with spirits and manipulate elements (earth, air, fire, water) and can, at will, transform into a winged, angel-like version of herself with huge red and black wings, though any use of her witch powers can drastically drain her
Physical Description: clicky for piccy Like so, but with black streaked with blood red. She often wears a short black leather skirt, black corset with red inset, and knee-high boots.
Personality: Party goddess. She loves to have a good time, and sometimes has difficulty "buckling down" when things get serious. Always the one to have some quirky remark, not many can take her on in an arguement or a battle of wits. When she does get serious, then you know things are getting pretty bad, and someone's about to get their ass kicked. A great friend, trustworthy confident, and powerful ally, you definately want to be on her good side.
Origin/History: : Born in Ireland, Sorcha was a Druidic high priestess who traveled Gaul during the early days of the Holy Roman Empire. She was called to a gathering to help with a problem stemming from negative energy; during the ritual, the energy attacked her and nearly killed her when she was saved by the merging of a divine spirit with her own. She doesn’t know what spirit it was, but she has a feeling that it was an important one, since afterwards she practically became God’s general on earth. Not long after her transformation, she fell in love, but the man she fell in love with was destined to die. God has promised that there is someone for her, and that he will come in time.
Alliance: Good (but definitely chaotic); ‘leader’ of the Fallen Souls coven (FYI: I changed the coven name so that it would be more inclusive for guys)
Other: Love-hate relationship with Malik, son of Satan; knows Illuminia from the days of the Black Death

Optionals-
Descriptive quotes:
"As I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I fear no evil... For I am the baddest m*****f***er in the valley!" (one of my fave shirts...)

Alias(es): Teaches night classes on mythology at a local college.

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-Sorcha-

It was one of those nights. You know the kind; the moment that darkness decends a kind of static energy fills the air, something that you can feel but not quite put a finger on what it is. The kind of night that's just waiting for something, and all of existance is just holding it's breath. It's kind of like the feeling you get when you're on a roller coaster and you're just cresting the first huge hill. Everything all but stops, and then, wham! Before you know it, life's swept you off your feet like it tends to do and you don't know what the hell hit you.

I knew it was one of those nights the moment my eyes opened, just as the sun sunk below the horizon. Twilight is my time, my time to rise, to hunt, to kill. I didn't kill out of physical necessity anymore; I was old enough that I didn't suffer the bloodthirst anymore. But to know that, when I was done with the hunt, one less murderer, one less rapist, one less evil was on the streets than the night before. I only killed those who act out of evil, those who only exist to tear lives apart. I only killed those who needed to be dealt with.

The tension in the air, though... it bothered me. It was oppressive, almost smothering, like a fog so thick you can feel it push back against your movements like water. I didn't like the feeling, because I knew what it meant.

War was coming.

He would know. He could tell me what was going on, what I needed to do. When ever this feeling came apon me, He was the one to go to.

I dressed and was thankful that I didn't have to report to my mortal job tonight. It was lonely, knowing that I could go this entire night without ever seeing another physical being, knowing that once this old house was full of life and magick. They were all gone now; some had died, some were Resting, others had just dissapeared. If they were needed, they would come back; my sisters always knew when to return. If my senses were right, then it wouldn't be too long before the Sisterhood was reformed with members new and old.

No time for the memories now. It was time to fly, to move above the unknowing mortals of the city, and find Him.

'Find' isn't quite the right word. He is always there, and always knows where I am, but I prefer to talk to Him on the rooftops, with only the stars to witness. From the top floor of our old house, I opened the trapdoor to the roof. I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes, concentrating on the Gift that He had given me so many years ago. Slowly, painfully, my wings came to me, my beautiful wings. I launched myself from the roof, the excitement and joy of flight flooding me entirely. I was free up here, and the previous worries that had plagued me were forgotten as I flew towards the dying light on the skyline.

St. Catherine's Cathedral. I'd never had much taste for the Catholic religion, but the arcitecture of the old churches was breathtaking. The spires, peaked rooves, and stone carvings reminded me of the old days. I often waited for Him here.

I don't know how long I waited. It didn't matter; it was just me and the stars, as far as I could tell. But when He arrived, a great peace calmed my fears.

"You know why I am here, Beloved."

I smiled. "Of course. What is needed of me this time?"

He sighed. "I wish it would be as simple as just 'the usual', but I'm afraid that this time... this time I'm not even sure. Nothing is ever set in stone, even for me. The other side is gathering and preparing for something, and they seem to be ready to use all availible strength."

"What about the Neutrals?"

"Why don't you ask them? I think that's about all that we can do now, is find all of ours and persuade as many of the neutrals as possible."

I laughed. "That's easier said that done, and You know it."

"Of course, but you know that you're the best person for the job."

I sighed. "When and where do you want for me to start?"

"Right now. Don't you know that nice young man over there?"

Then He was gone, and I turned just in time to catch a glimpse of trailing black leather dissapear around the corner of the near-by intersection. I sent out a thought, trying to identify who it was, though I all ready knew. Who ever it was blocked my thought, but the mental shield was recognizable. Koger was in town, and he had let me see him.

"Oooh, you sneaky little son of a bitch, you want to play games, huh?" I muttered as I pushed off the roof and took wing. "Fine, but you're playing by my rules this time, ass-hat."

I was catching up to him too easily; he could move faster than I could and he knew it. I had no idea what he wanted, but I was willing to take his bait in order to find out. In a burst of speed I shot to street level, overtook him, and can to a sudden hault directly in his path. He stopped as easily and as gracefully as I had, and the grin he threw me was maddening.

"All right, what the hell do you want this time. Don't even think about bullshootting me, blondie, you still owe me from the last time you were in town." Why the hell does he irritate me so? And why does he enjoy it? At least he's only mildly irritating compared to Malik... not to mention that he's not unpleasant to look at...

He laughed, which only irked me more. "Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the coffin this evening?"

"No, but seeing your smartass face makes that seem like a lovely alternative!" I spat. Of all the immortals that I had to cross paths with tonight... I sighed. "Look, sorry for being bitchy, but I don't like being spied on."

"I wasn't spying; I was just listening," he replied innocently.

"You think you're just so funny, don't you?" I asked, glaring at him.
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Gotta run; have fun everybody! I'll try to get in sometime next week, but I have to find something to do with my little brother first...