Mammon – Demon of Greed.

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Name : Mammon 

 

Demon of Greed 

Prince of Greed 

 

Quote : “No matter what we breed,
We still are made of greed,
This is my kingdom come.” 

Age : Untold centuries and then some, but looks to be about Twenty. 

Personality : Materialistic cares little for items, self-indulged. Takes what he wants, when he wants it, Suave, sophisticated, has a silver tongue. 

Relationship status : Single – he just uses women as he sees fit, or takes someone elses. 

Orientation : Straight 

Likes : Women, particularly other men’s. Weakness in others, Gamblers, Wealthy buffoons, Gold, silver and anything shiny, A good fight, The easily lead, 

Dislikes : The poor, Priests, Nuns, good doers. 

Powers: Ability to persuade others, his wit and ability to charm others. Temptation is his favourite card to play. 

Strengths: Not afraid to fight for what he wants when pushed. He won’t back down and is known to use either hand to hand combat, or a sword. Makes no difference to him. 

Weakness: Can be killed by a fellow demon of note. 

Background : Original Prince of the Seven sins, Mammon is the Demon of Greed, and one so hated by his other brothers except for the Demon of Gluttony. Mammon was humble when he began his life, but oh how things change when he got a taste for the sweeter things in life. An opportunist;, a rogue and a player. Don’t leave your valuables lying around when he is near, be it gold or someone you hold dear. A silver tongue and slight of hand and he will rob you of all you hold dear. He cares not even if it is his brothers from whom he steals.

“Deep with each man’s heart lies a love of money.”

In the times before the fall, Mammon was a Seraph serving Marc. However, his heart was filled with desire for money and he joined Lucifer in the rebellion against God. When the War in Heaven was done, Mammon’s sins were far greater than any of the Fallen Ones.

The Prince of Greed, a Balseraph, is one of the most powerful of Hell’s Princes. He however has few enemies because favors from Mammon can be purchased if only given the right price. Likewise several Princes owe Mammon quite a bit and he is not above waiting a few millennia to call in those debts.

DISSONANCE

Servitors of Mammon generate dissonance by losing money on any of their schemes.

BAND ATTUNEMENTS

Balseraphs

The epitome of lawyers who are only in it for the money, Balseraphs serving Mammon can convince their victims that even the most foolhardy of schemes would be profitable.

Djinn

Some of Mammon’s most faithful servants, Djinn servitors can tell exactly how much money a person they are attuned to has and how much his victim would like to have.

Calabim

The experts of the destruction that money causes. Calabim of Mammon all have the Discord of Greedy.

Habbalah

Mammon’s Habbalah can use their resonance, adding their Celestial Forces, to make their victim feel as if spending money makes them happy. However the more money they spend the more the feel that they need more money to make them happy.

Lilim

Mammon’s Lilim are the epitome of mistresses. They require to be lavished with gifts of fine furs, diamonds etc. However likewise they know how to get this from their men. They add their Celestial Forces to any attempt to Charm [Geas?] a victim into buying them something.

Shedim

The Shedim of Mammon are the corrupters of young minds. They instill in these children that they must have the latest fashions, the newest video games, the coolest car. They may add their Celestial Forces when trying to inhabit a youth with the Discord of Greed.

Impudites

These are the ones responsible for spouses swindling their mates of everything they own. Consummate thieves, Impudites often steal just as much money a day as they do essence. Impudites can add their Celestial Forces when trying to charm a victim into giving them money.

SERVITOR ATTUNEMENTS

Embezzlement

Once per day, a Servitor of Mammon can extract (from a human teller only) $100 in local currency multiplied by the Essence spent toward the attunement’s use. However, this money is taken away from someone’s account, mistakenly.

DISTINCTIONS

Knight of Commerce

A Knight of Mammon who makes a successful Perception roll knows exactly how much a venture will gain both Gross and Net.

Captain of Swindling

This servitor can create a document that increases the monetary value of a specific item or thing once per day. (i.e., “You want to buy these genuine moon rocks.”)

Baron of Finances

This servitor has the skill of Fast-Talk at level 6, or adds 6 to his existing skill, in any financial matters.

RELATIONS:

Allied: None
Associated: All Others
Hostile: Haagenti
Enemy: None

Mammon is hostile towards Haagenti because of the “furry little monster’s” claims that Greed falls under gluttony. However, Mammon thinks that Haagenti’s been eating too much bull s#it.

BASIC RITES:

Cause someone to spend all of the money in their wallet in one place.
CHANCE OF INVOCATION: 3

+1 All the change in a bank manager’s pocket
+2 A check for a frivolous item
+3 A ring made of 14 karat gold
+4 A clean five hundred dollar bill
+5 A Credit Card with a two thousand dollar limit
+6 A Gold Bar from Fort Knox

Beserker armor – collected in ic during the rp at Greed Castle.

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The Berserker Armor is a cursed suit of Armor which gives the wearer incredible strength, endurance and the ability not to feel pain. It does this by allowing its users to bypass the natural subconscious limits that prevent them from injuring themselves when using their full strength. It can temporarily fix injuries by binding bleeding wounds, reinforcing broken bones, and fixing dislocated joints, piercing the flesh from within the Armor with thin barbs and spikes if required.

The Skull Knight or another person succeeding his use of the Armor didn’t stop fighting until all of his blood was spilled and all of his bones were destroyed, pierced all over by the Armor before meeting their end.

It can also cause temporary insanity, causing the wearer to enter a “berserker rage”, it was also shown to increase fear as when Guts used it to fight the Makara and was a little in control he felt that the ocean waves are swallowing him and start to see monsters surrounding while it was merely the alligators who were no longer being controlled and Guts attacked them out of fear, and rendering them incapable of distinguishing friend from foe. In the long term, it can cause chronic mental deterioration (such as the strengthening of Guts’ Inner Beast and severe physical effects as well, some of which may be permanent, such as the loss of senses.

It is believed that prolonged use of the Berserker Armor is what caused the Skull Knight to enter his current skeletal form. The Berserker Armor was originally created by Dwarves and it is hinted that there are more than one armor as Schierke said that the Dwarves liked to make this type of armors and Dhaiva recognized the armor as the Plana of Durga, which mean that the Kushan encountered such armor in the past.

It is very durable as it withstood direct attacks from forceful beings such as Grunbeld in his apostle form, and the Makara with out suffering a dent but it doesn’t guarantee the safety of the wearer as the force from such impacts can break and shatter bones, also piercing attacks prove to be more effective as it can make holes in the Armor but it should come from something powerful (e.g. Makara’s bite and the Sea God’s predatory fish’s bite) after some time the holes made on the Armor start to close or “heal” due to it being somewhat magical.

After being used by the Skull Knight, it was kept by the witch Flora for a number of years (possibly centuries or longer) before being given to Guts when she was under attack by a group of Apostles under orders from Griffith to kill her.

Bridgette’s Room. – A Fallen Mansion.

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Bridgette’s room – 267

August 26, 2014 10:24PM

Bridgette’s Room – 267

Bedroom of Bridgette the french baker.

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August 27, 2014 06:38AM

Bridgette’s room – 267

Her soft footfalls sounded as she ran the corridor to her room. Bridgette’s sanctuary within this mad house – the mansion you could never leave. The young french maiden had lived in the house for some time, but due to her nature she had barely gotten to know anyone. That was until this day.

Entering her room, she closed it behind her with a soft click. She lent against the timber door and let out a huge sigh of relief. What had happened this day was so extreme. From the raging curses and manhandling by Zero the vampire butler, to then sitting with him in the library and repairing the damaged cookery book that had caused all the drama. Holding the book close to her still, she finally released her hold and then walked into her room further to set down the book on her chest of drawers. Her fingers danced lightly over the embossed cover as she was filled with the images of Zero’s face. What was it about that man that had made her so fearful, and yet now she felt nothing but a warmth within her bosom at the very memory of the few words that they had shared.

Turning to look at her self in her long mirror, Bridgette noticed the fine splatter of blood across her crisp apron. She had totally forgotten that it was not just the book that had gotten blood upon it. Reaching around to her back, she untied the large bow that held the apron in place, and brought the neck tie over her head to remove the apron. This would definitely need to be soaked.

Bridgette had a small bathroom just off her bedroom and in there she went to soak her soiled apron. Filling a silver pale with cold water, she dipped the apron in, then added soap flakes to the mix. She stirred the water with a wooden spatula before letting it rest. The apron would take a few days of soaking to get the stain out properly.

The young baker slowly removed her white hat and then her hair net which allowed her dark brown curls to cascade down her back like a torrent. Keeping her hair up whilst cooking was a necessity in the kitchen, but in the solitude of her room she was really able to let her hair down. Stepping out of her long skirt and petticoat, she removed her daily shirt and hung both up on wooden hangers on her door. It was too late to take them down to the Mansion laundry and she would deal with that in the morning after baking.

A hot bath and a good book were on the agenda for the rest of her eve. The moon was now high in the sky, and shone its light down through the arch windows that graced the far end of her room.

Coming out of the bathroom, in a floor length night gown, she went to touch the cook book once more. Placing her hand on it, she closed her eyes and in her mind the vision of Zero’s face appeared. His ember eyes haunting her very thoughts. Bridgette chewed her lip as she removed her hand from the book, and then smiled softly unto herself in the hopes that they would cross paths once again.

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August 28, 2014 06:46AM

Bridgette’s room – 267

The small golden clock upon Bridgette’s bedside table started to ring, which caused the young french baker to stir beneath her covers. A small hand appeared out from beneath the silk and cotton and felt about to tap the top of the clock. Bridgette let out a small groan as she really could have used some more sleep, but the longer she lay in, the less time she had to herself in the kitchen. Propping herself up, she took off her lace sleeping mask and rubbed her eyes. Bridgette had slept soundly and her dreams were filled with that of the haunting ember eyes of Zero. Would she come across him this day? Only time would tell.

Sliding out from beneath her covers, she wiggled her feet into some white fluffy slippers, and shuffled off to her bathroom to brush her teeth and comb through her dark auburn locks. Happily humming to herself, she checked on the blood stained apron which needed longer to soak in the pail. Thoughts again turned to Zero and she almost shivered as she felt herself becoming more and more fascinated with the his memory. There was this dangerous appeal, and yet behind those eyes she felt he must be very passionate. Such feelings made her blush all the more. He was a very handsome and proud gentleman, and would hardly be interested in a simple baker. So many other beauties lived within the mansion’s walls -girls with skin like alabaster and smiles that would melt the darkest heart.

Bridgette stepped out of the bathroom, turning off the light with a flick of her fingers, and went to her cupboard to find suitable attire for the day. A fresh pale pink skirt with matching blouse that had a high collar with lace trim. Over the top a long white apron and her hair she skillfully tied up into a loose bun but made sure to capture it in a hair net and topped it off with a white frilly hat. Only wisps of her fringe were seen from the front. The darkness of her curls accentuating the lily white complexion. Truth was Bridgette rarely went out into the sun, even though she welcomed the dawn each day from the windows of the kitchen.

Dressed properly with matching white boots, Bridgette fetched her prized cook book, and then headed out the door to start her day’s work in the kitchen.

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The Attic – A Fallen Mansion.

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September 03, 2014 07:44AM

The Attic

Dust particles floated in the air suspended and highlighted by the filtered rays of light. Light. Something the bandaged man had not seen in many a day…a month….a year. He simply didn’t know how long it had been. He couldn’t remember. All he knew was this was a new experience. Cameron’s eyes opened to the sight of the first rays of light. The air carrying with it a moldy stench that was hard to describe. Looking down at himself, he could see the ragged coat, the velvet vest or waistcoat and stained shirt. He wore leather gloves that were tattered and frayed. Small holes were the stitching had long since perished. He tried to breath through his nostrils but alas they were blocked by the bandaging, so he breathed instead through his mouth. A long groan emitting from his lips as he pushed himself up to standing.

Where was he? The room he was in was long, dark and littered with old fashioned furnishings. Oil paintings that would date back hundreds of years. Worn faces in gilded frames. The wooden floor was stained and every few metres there were small rugs that looked to be the type from Persia or the orient.

Taking a few steps he came to stand before an old floor mirror the kind women would dress themselves in front of. This would be when the bandaged man would see himself. He froze in his place. Bandaged from head to foot, and wearing a fedora upon his head. Dark glasses with wire frames that went into the bandages where his ears should be. But what shocked him at first was the fact he saw no lips. Just blackness. A void behind the bandaging. How was this possible? Slowly he removed his hat and set it down on a small table. Reaching up he started to unwind the bandages, but the more he unwound them he came to see….that there was nothing there. Did he not exist? Faster and faster he unwound till he came to the end of the cloth. There was no head….no eyes….nothing.

A strangled cry came from within. He could hear it, yet had no ears.

Cameron had no memory of who he was…or better yet…what he was.

He just stood there…and stared at what was an invisible man.

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September 04, 2014 07:24PM

The Attic

Unimaginable horror to not be able to see your own reflection. How can that even be? The invisible man reached out with his gloved digits to touch the mirror. Perhaps it had properties that made you believe what you saw to be true. This brought no solace, for the image was unchanging. Cameron panted heavily and whined like a dog that was about to be beaten, for he could not get his mind around the shock. When he reached out to his own face, it was there – he could feel it. He just couldn’t see it.

A rising anger roared to the surface out of nowhere, and his fist clenched as he smashed it through the glass. Shattering the pane and sending broken shards falling to the floor. Now what remained was a distorted reflection – fractured and broken, just like his mind. Someone had to have done this to him. An unknown enemy or even the devil himself. Why….why would someone steal your face?

It was only then, the invisible man looked down and saw the blood that seeped through the holes in his torn gloves. Rich…vibrant. The colour so real that it caught him off guard. As much as he felt the pain, he reveled in the sight of his own blood. Staining his rotting glove. His hand tremored as he brought it up to his lips and licked at the sweetness. Closing his eyes, he felt an inner joy that could not be described. He wasn’t dead. Far from it.

“Ahaha…Ahahaha….AHAHAHAHA!” A sick laugh erupted from within him as he took a broken shard of glass and then turned to one of the more beautiful paintings that was upon the wall. A woman with eyes of green and hair of snow. Such beauty that she was exquisite.

Cameron walked up to the painting, almost in a dance like sway and he whispered to the woman on the canvas.

“My dear…you shall be my first…work of art.”

At that, he slashed at the painting in a frenzy that was so fierce that the canvas tore into shreds. The beautiful woman nothing but a memory. Standing back, the invisible man cocked his head and said. “Now…you are beautiful.” He spun on his heel and did a soft shoe shuffle. “I am…an artist, no?”

There was no one to answer his words but in his mind there were those that listened. He was never alone to the voices in his head.

“This House must be ripe with such sad beauties that need a loving touch.” Cameron crooned.

Pocketing the shard of glass that was now his tool of trade, he again bandaged up his head, and found his hat. A man was not a man without it. Grinning to himself, he decided to leave the attic….and seek out those that dwelled below.

(THREAD CHANGE.)

Manoir de Sang – Aeternam Venustas (RP) – TRC.

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For those that have followed the Shane/Carmen Vampire story series for the last year, we are continuing the series at the new Role play forum.  This is the very first posting along with an explanation of the role play to date.  

 

Queen B

Manoir de Sang

Welcome to Manoir de Sang (roughly translates to “Mansion of Blood”), home of Vampire District Attorney Shane Williamson and his mate, Carmen, who runs the local branch of Internal Affairs for the state. The estate is massive, with an attached multi-car garage that houses Shane’s extensive and expensive car collection, large in-ground pool and a poolhouse that was converted into a set of apartments for Shane’s best friend and local witch, Amelia Reed. One would think that there was nothing odd about the house and grounds. But if one were to investigate, they would discover that beneath the home are massive caverns housing Shane’s vampire coven. Shane and Carmen protect all who seek sanctuary within their walls, Shane having done this for over a millenia before Carmen came into his life and shared his burden. Woe be the one who tries to harm this unusual family.

Residents:

Shane Williamson & Carmen Marquez-Williamson
David Razor (a vampire) – Shane’s brother
Misty Whiteside (vampire)
Bianca Roco (vampire)
Jarvis McQueen (vampire)
Amelia Reed (witch) – Shane’s best friend
Mary Peterson (human turned vampire) – Carmen’s assistant
Eric and Ethan (human) – Carmen’s Blood Dolls
Tala (a white wolf) – Carmen’s Familiar and pet

Pops In For Visits:

Dyna James (witch) – Carmen’s BFF
Booker Washington (werewolf) – Dyna’s boyfriend and Carmen’s BFF
Rae Bradford (witch) – Booker’s niece
Charmaine (witch) – Rae’s tutor and Amelia’s BFF

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Last time…

Shane and Carmen’s estate – Kitchen/ family room

Little did the Egyptian Queen holding control of Carmen’s body understand just how close Carmen was to all the people that inhabited the Williamson Estate. It was like a real family, and acted like one in the modern era. Shane of course was the head, but Carmen was the Queen so she usually had the final word when it came to how the house was run, as well as those that served under them.

Bianca was dishing up a meal in the dog bowl for Tala, when the back sliding door opened from the pool and Amelia wandered in. Now the Witch was just as much a part of the family, as the vampires were and given special privileges since she was residing in the pool house. She had missed a lot of the excitement of late, but she had spotted Carmen return home with Shane and thought she would come over to welcome her back. 

Amelia approached Carmen for one of her usual hugs, which she did a lot. Amelia was just the kind of girl who shared affection easily. What happened next would leave Amelia reeling. As Amelia went to put her arms around Carmen, she suddenly got a flash of another woman, a top a throne all dressed in Egyptian finery. She was seated beside a man, who for the life of Amelia seemed so familiar it was scary. But it wasn’t Shane. The woman was laughing as a woman was being tied to a stake in the middle of a chamber. The chamber had a special dome like roof, and when the Queen raised the blood chalice, the dome roof top started to inch back, causing a small ray of sunlight to beat down on the woman tied to the post. It was cooking the girl alive. Was she another vampire? The man on the throne next to her was laughing and then taking up the Queen/Carmen’s hand and kissing it. They were both enjoying watching the woman turn to ash. Amelia instantly drew back and stared at Carmen with a horrified face. She looked at Jarvis, who had just come down the stairs and saw Amelia standing there, stunned. 

“Amelia…what is it?”

Amelia cringed and then fled the house, running across to the pool house and slamming the door. No vampires could enter the pool house, except Shane…or Bianca.

Shane re entered the room only to see Amelia running out. He glanced at Mary, who was looking at Carmen oddly too, then he looked at Carmen.

“Is everything alright?” Clearly…it was far from that. 

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Shane and Carmen’s Bedroom

Neema took a deep breath before she turned to open the door. Shane’s facial expression was one of worry and concern. Seeing this, Carmen’s subconcious was suffused with love.

-Take that, bitch!- she thought savagely.

Neema growled at her before she prepared to put on the performance of a lifetime.

“I’m fine. Drinking that blood must have affected me a bit. I’m feeling a bit off. I’ll be right as rain by tomorrow.” She gave him a smile full of love while inside, she wanted to throw up.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body tight to his.

“We still have some time before daybreak.” she purred, scraping her nails along the sensitive skin of his neck. She slipped her mouth over his, lips caressing in a seductive dance.

It was enough to make her physically ill…but it had to be done.

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Shane and Carmen’s Bedroom.

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It was not normal for Shane to actually pull back from his love, especially when she was giving him a sizzling hot kiss.  Shane was often very much intune with his beloved, but there was something off in the way she was acting.  Blood did not normally affect her moods, and when she had fed on the archeologist, she seemed perfectly fine afterwards.  It was only the reactions that everyone else was having that had him concerned.  Shane let out something of a concerned growling noise, and then instead he raised his hand to her left cheek cupping it.  His sea coloured blue eyes locked on hers as though he was trying to speak to her mind.  The problem was he was not getting a response.  ~Can you hear me?~ He said to her mind.  Still nothing.  Taking her at her word, saying how she would be fine in the next eve, he did something out of character.

“Since the blood has made you ill, I suggest you get some rest.  Feel free to call up the twins if you wish….for that sort of affection.”

The blonde Vampire then drew his hand back, and headed to the door.  He gave her one last look, before leaving her to her own devices.  Shane was not stupid.  He had a suspicion that something wasn’t right, and would go back down stairs to talk to Mary, possibly Amelia since she had fled after touching Carmen.  With the door closed behind him, Carmen or Neema could rest.  But would she?

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Inside Neema’s mind, Carmen was laughing her head off at Shane’s rebuff.

=What’s so damn funny?= Neema snarled at the woman.

-Shane knows on some level that you’re not me and I think that’s the funniest, fucking thing in the world!-

=I should kill you now and be done with you.=

-You can try, Little Bitch. You can certainly try, but if you do that, well…Shane will know…and there would be nowhere you can hide from his wrath.-

Neema raged because she knew Carmen was right. She could easily detected the bond between Carmen and her mate and that there was no way to break it without Shane knowing about it. She paced back and forth in the room, wondering what to do next. She couldn’t search the house with everyone still awake. Sunlight was less then 2 hours away. She would have to do her searching then.

There was a knock on the closed door and wondering who it could be, Neema moved closer.

“Who is it?” she demanded.

“It’s Ethan and Evan, Mistress. We are but your humble servants. We sensed your disquiet and were concerned.” came a male voice through the door. Neema yanked open the door and saw the twins standing there.

She frowned. “Why are you here?”

“We sensed your upset.” the one on the right said.

=Who are these fools?= she demanded, staring at the two of them.

-That’s for me to know and you to never find out.- Carmen snickered.

It took everything in her to not start going on a tear. Neema took a deep breath as she stared at the two men before her.

“I am fine. Just tired. Thank you for your concern.”

“Is there anything we can help you with?” the one on the left asked.

“No. I just need sleep. Thank you.” And with that, she closed the door in their faces. Evan looked at his brother, a frown marring his features. Ethan shook his head and directed his brother away from the closed door.

“Who was that?” Ethan wondered.

“I do not know, but that is not our Mistress. Something happened when they went to the museum.” Evan replied.

“We need to tell the Master.”

“Let’s go.” The two men went in search of their coven Master, worried about the state of affairs in the house.

Mary was in the lounge when the twins appeared.

“Have you seen the Master?” Ethan asked.

“Yes, he just went out to the poolhouse to speak to Amelia. Why?”

“There is something wrong with our Mistress. She is not her.” Evan stated. Mary jumped to her feet, startling them both.

“I KNEW IT!” she crowed. She grabbed them both by the arms and yanked them onto the couch. “Tell me everything.” She demanded…

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Amelia’s Pool House.

Lighting a few candles in her lounge area, Amelia was getting ready to do some meditation to ease her troubled mind after the horrors she saw when she touched Carmen.  Something was not right in that house.  She even glanced over her shoulder to stare at the large manor, only to see a shadow that lurked outside her door.  The pool house was off limits but to only a handful of those that resided within Shane and Carmen’s house.  And that was pretty much Shane and Carmen.  Jarvis was simply not allowed, after he had shown time and again he could not seem to restrain himself around Amelia.  The poor fool could only love her from afar, until such times he could control his urges – his desire to make her like him.

Shane stood outside Amelia’s door, clearly troubled by what he had just experienced.  A coldness to his love that was never there before.  His inner voice trying to find hers and getting nothing but silence.  Something had happened at the Museum.  He was sure of it now.  In a way, he felt the only person that could possibly understand was Amelia.  Her reaction to flee the house now put weight to his concerns.  Shane tapped lightly on the door, only for it to open all by itself.  Charmed by the witch that dwelled within.

“You sensed it too?”  That was Amelia’s question as she turned away from her arrangement of candles and blew out the large striker match.

Shane entered, his hands behind his back and the door closed in behind him.  With a grim expression he nodded.  “I know my wife.  That…creature in our bedroom right now, is not her.”  

Amelia set down the dead match, and crossed the floor to where Shane was standing.  She stared up at him with inquisitive eyes.  “What exactly did you do tonight, before you both came home?”  Amelia was sure that whatever they did, had something to do with this change in Carmen.  Shane took a seat on Amelia’s black leather couch and she followed over to sit beside him.  He leaned back, as he started to recant the night’s events.

“We went to the museum.  More or less for answers to the riddle of the box that we found at Vincent’s burnt out manor.  It was covered in Egyptian hieroglyphics….”    Amelia sat bolt upright on hearing what he said.  “Shane!  When I went to hug Carmen, I had a vision.  It was not of this time, it was not even in this country.  It was…in Egypt.”  Now, Shane’s brows furrowed.  “What did you see?”  He turned his body to face Amelia’s.  Her hindsight and visions were proving to be astonishing, to say the least.  Amelia took Shane’s hands in hers and then she opened up her mind, so that Shane himself could see exactly what Amelia had.   An Eygptian Goddess.  A woman of great beauty upon a throne of Gold and jewels.  She looked exactly like Carmen.  Amelia’s body trembled and her pupils moved rapidly under her closed lids.  The further that Shane pressed on to see the vision, the more it hurt the girl.  A sacrifice of….a vampire to the Sun.

Shane suddenly let go of Amelia’s hands as the vision disappeared.  The woman in the vision….could that be who had taken over Carmen’s mind….her body?

Suddenly Shane jumped to his feet.

“The box!”  He yelled out.  The creature in Carmen must be after the box.  The one that he found in Vincent’s safe.  “I need to wake up that blood doll we brought back from the museum.  That box….there is something inside that box….that everyone wants.”  Amelia had no idea about the box, but its mystery was to become the centre point to why Carmen changed.  Amelia reached for Shane’s hand.  “What about Carmen?”  She was sure that Carmen was possessed by whoever previously owned the box.  Shane rushed for the door.  He called out over his shoulder.  “I want you to figure out a way, to free her from that bitch in her head!”  

As Shane left the pool house, Amelia went to call Charmaine.  She was going to need the help of her sister witches for this.

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Bridgette Beliveau – A Fallen Mansion.

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Re: Character Biographies

July 31, 2014 02:44AM

Name: Bridgette Beliveau

Age: 25

Race: Human

Job: Baker

Personality: Shy, reclusive, passionate

Relationship Status: Single

Orientation: Heterosexual

Likes: Baking, birds, fashion, makeup, horses, balancing things, reading, yoga

Dislikes: Loud people, critics, staying in any one place for long periods,

Background:

-Since before memory erased: Bridgette Beliveau was a renowned circus performer and contortionist that travelled with the Night Circus in the years from 1878 to 1882. She often got star billing for her incredible good looks, and her talents which extended from riding ponies, acrobatics, and super human like feats which had her contort her body in unnatural ways. She could even be folded up to fit into a small suit case. The Ring leader of the Circus, Jacque Pommier had an eye for the young French beauty, but so too did the Circus midget, who often would hover around her caravan in between performances, just so that he may steal glances at her when she was in the midst of changing. After one night seeing the Ring Master propose to the sweet Bridgette, the midget formed a devious plan to do away with her suitor, by poisoning a bottle of wine, that was to be left in his caravan. Little did he know that the bottle would be given to Bridgette that night, and on the first glass, the poor girl lost consciousness and slipped into a coma. Thinking she was dead, the midget found her and buried her body in a shallow grave, not far from the circus tents.

-After arrival at mansion: Bridgette cannot remember anything of her past life. All she knows is she awoke one day to find herself within the Mansion’s walls. Surrounded by a sea of faces that she did not recognize. Finding her way was a daunting task. She was given a job in the kitchens as a baker, and oddly enough had a flair for French pastries. This would prove to be a hit for Bridgette, but as for her social skills she was still lacking in that department. Shy and easily intimidated, she tended to do her tasks then hide up in her room.

 

Cali Azuregazer – Blood Elf.

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Character biography.

Name: Cali Azuregazer
Race : Blood Elf
Sex : Female
Age : 115 years
Parents: Saarrin and Tyelewea Azuregazer
Dialect : Thalassian, Orcish and Common
Homeland : Silvermoon
Home world : Azeroth.
Rank : Blood Elf Paladin
Height: 6’2”
Weapon :
• Weapon : Blood-Tempered Ranseur –
• Polearm
• Two-Hand

• Speed 3.4
• 60 – 91 Damage
• (22.2 damage per second)
• +8 Strength
+8 Stamina
• Durability 80 / 80

Temperment : Fiery – blood elves are fierce jingoists, believing that the only people they can truly trust are their own. They are perceived as reckless and haughty, exhibiting none of the serenity or calm judgment of their ancestral peoples, and jumping at opportunity and quick solutions with little regard for the consequences. They believe power is not something to be earned — it is to be taken. Power is something to be manipulated for yourself and the greater good of all blood elves.
Physical Characteristics: Female Blood Elves have slender, muscular, and athletic bodies – yet slim by design. Like all elves, blood elves are considered highly attractive by the standards of most mortal races.
Ears: They also possess long pointy ears, acute senses and keen sight in the darkness. Night elves have long, slanted ears while blood elves’ ears are shorter and tend to point upwards..
Hair: Light in colour – blonde, grey to white. Worn straight down or tied in a ponytail.
Tattoos: Red facial tattoos as well as on the arms.
Eyes : Although in lore, their eyes are said to be green, they have been shown to be different in some sources: from white to even blue if their magic is depleted.
Robes : Crimson coloured to suggest their fiery affiliation and the blood of the fallen elves.
Studies : Arcane and fire magic.
Addictions : Since the destruction of the Sunwell at the hands of Arthas and the Scourge, the blood elves have been forced to deal with the sudden relapse of their addiction to arcane energy. A constant curse since the original Well of Eternity was destroyed, the addiction has become more powerful than ever. Blood elves spend their waking days struggling with their weakness, seeking either to sate it by siphoning magical energy from their surroundings or to resist the urge to feed.
Due to their addiction, a blood elf must spend one hour each morning in meditation, resisting any distractions from their withdrawal. Blood elves have learned to slake their thirst through the absorption of fel energies. If the blood elf partakes of demon’s blood, the magic addiction abates for a number of days.
Traits : Fiercely dedicated, valiant, honourable and noble
Allies : The blood elves consider the naga their allies and friends. The other neutral races that interest them are the goblins and some of dark trolls. The goblins are the only merchants who will sell to the blood elves without prejudice; if an Alliance or Horde merchant would even allow a blood elf to look at her goods, she would most certainly raise the prices astronomically. The troll tribes often have items or information of use to the blood elves, and they hate the night elves with almost the same passion. The blood elves have few opinions on the other independent races — those that worship a divine power are weaklings, and those that remain neutral are of little consequence.
Enemies : Demons.
Currently following : Rommath has made great progress in teaching the blood elves advanced techniques to manipulate arcane energies. With renewed purpose, the blood elves have now rebuilt the city of Silvermoon, though it is powered by volatile magics. Emboldened by the promise of Kael’thas’ return, the weary citizens of Quel’Thalas now focus on regaining their strength, even as they forge a new path into an uncertain future. While they despise most other races, they have come to accept that the Forsaken are different, or at least share the same goals as the blood elves.

Backstory : To be in game.

 

Rain – Chapter Twelve.

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Rain

Chapter Twelve

In the Name of the Father

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: He felt he was yelling out in pain.. He knew he was but no sound was coming out of his mouth as he screamed out in sheer pain, his systems searching for the files that Rain was looking for. He could feel her legs wrapped around his waist as her fingers pressed against the padding on either side of his head. His system not only looking for the files but also taking in her DNA on her fingertips whilst scanning her body, his systems were up to something, her DNA would from now on be locked with his systems and body allowing her full access to him and his systems and no one else, this would show up on screen in a message before disappearing. Time passed as he was in a great deal of pain, she sat on top of him without a care in the world, she knew he was in pain and she was the one dealing with it ~What are you doing to me?!?~ he tried to say but ended up speaking into her mind without realizing it. His body still scanning Rains as she sat on top of him, the pieces of the puzzles all coming together slowly, as each memory of Rains father was being repaired and pieced together but they wouldn’t remain that way, only staying together whilst she was logged into him the moment she let him go they would shatter again and the process would have to be done all over again,

CharlotteCarrendar: – This was no easy operation that Rain was doing. To be connected and concentrating with everything she had to break encrypted codes and slowly piece together the fragmented files of her father was like taking out a 10 million piece jigsaw puzzle and trying to piece it all back together. The task was both arduous and actually painful for her. Her slender digits trembled and she had to force her fingers to lock on tight – to grip with all her might to keep the connection between them fused. One simple slip could spell disaster, for both of them. Rain was gritting her teeth so hard, and her face starting to show heightened blood vessels in her skin. It was almost like as much as she was gathering intel and going through his mind, part of him was creeping into her. His voice echoed through her mind. ~What are you doing to me?~ She could only come back at him with one answer and a truthful one. ~Saving my father~ She believed Adam was the key to her father, whether he knew it or not. As the end of the two hours was drawing closer, blood started to trickle from Rain’s nostrils. This was seriously doing her harm, but she refused to give up. She just couldn’t. <3>

IceTe3a: – By now the two hours were almost up, he was in immense pain as his eyes had gone pure white from the sheer pain. His body could handle the torture but he would have to endure it himself that was for sure and it was taking its toll on him as he heard her say she was saving her father. He heard her say it in his mind her lips weren’t even moving, how’d she do that?! How’d she hear him in the first place!! There was so much going on that he couldn’t understand but he knew she was the root cause of all of this and for some reason she didn’t care that he was in pain. Time was up, the memories were complete and ready to be viewed until she let go and they shattered again. The first file popped up and automatically and started to play in both their minds everything else would go blank as they would see the entire memory until it was finished. *Memory flashback viewed through Adam’s eyes in the past* : Sitting there on the operation table he watched as the doctor was working on his body’s Ntech tweaking with it no doubt Doctor Ernest wincrest – “ Now, Adam.. your body is special, you are unique. A one of a kind fully functioning war equipment. A machine if you will, that is not to say you are not human my dear boy. Understand this, I build you for Zen’s purposes yes..perhaps. But I have bigger plans for you my dear boy” Him and the good doctor have had a good talk about this in the past but he always said he would fully explain everything in full once the time was right. His hues flick over to the doctor’s lab assistant a young woman whose eyes could never be forgotten once seen. “That time already doc? Alright, I’m ready to hear it.. Why was I built?” he watched as he saw Doctor Ernest wincrest’s hand reach out giving his shoulder a good pat Doctor Ernest wincrest – “ Good… Good boy, The reason I built you.. built this .. Equipment was because of my daughter, she needs something.. to help to.. protect herself with, I will not be able to help her as we discussed earlier, you will be helping me.. disappear. Now do not forget, once all this is done once I’m ready, you will not remember a thing about any of this my dear boy” He nods as Doctor Ernest wincrest explained everything to him, he didn’t mind that the doc referred to him as equipment. The doctor saved his life and he was more than happy to give the rest of his life away to help the good doctor’s daughter. “Of course doc, I will be as you say, your daughters equipment.” Doctor Ernest wincrest’s face lit up as he knew he had chosen the right man for the job Doctor Ernest wincrest – “ I’m sorry for.. calling you equipment, but essentially that is what you will be used as my dear boy. That is what you are, and I thank you for accepting that. She will utilize you as she pleases and I apologize for that but it is who she is and we both love her for it, she cannot change herself.” He nods in agreement with the doctor as he knew it was almost time, to break free looking on the side he saw the MP5 the doctor had gotten for him to help the doctor escape. “Honey come over here and help me, We need to wipe his memory of all past memories of us and a timed program from now until tomorrow to wipe that entire section as well” he watched as the female came over her eyes casually glancing into his… those eyes so beautiful as he smiled at her “Your eyes.. Stunning, Heh! About that time huh doc?” the doctor nodded giving Adam one last pat on the shoulder as his tools went to work. *Black out to the present memory over* ~ Wha.. Wha.. was that… was that Eve..?~ he said in his mind and hers still not used to the concept as he accidently shared information with Rain. *System would you like to continue with memories?*

CharlotteCarrendar:- The mental mind link between Rain and Adam that had been going on now for a record two whole hours of indescribable pain was to bare fruit. The answers she sought after in relation to her lost father and the relationship or friendship between Adam and Enerst was revealed, as the scene was played out for them both like a recorded movie. A small snippet in time but with it, there was a very powerful message. It confirmed what Rain suspected all along. That Adam was built by her Father. To see him so young; the way she remembered him as a small child. The woman with him, she was vaguely familiar, but it turns out Adam already knew her. Rain continued to struggle to hold the connection, as her fingers started to slip. The lab she even remembered. How she used to go there on her holidays, when her father would allow it. Listening closely to the exchange, Rain then got the shock of her life, when her father said that Adam was being built to assist his daughter, who one day would need to be protected. ~Adam was for me?~ She was thinking this and feeling sick over it, considering how he had tried to kill her. This unfeeling, horrid machine…was meant to be her guardian? It was painful for both of them, no doubt. Adam’s belief in his reason for even existing was going to be smashed, along with the knowledge that Eve was working for the Doctor. She knew all along. As the recording came to an end…Rain let go. She struggled to get away from Adam, crawling backwards off him. ”No….no…NO!” She had opened Pandora’s box it seemed, and there was no way of closing it now. She wiped the blood from her nose with the back of her hand, and turned her head away, as she felt physically sick. <3>

IceTe3a: A huge gasp for air came as soon as she got off him, his movements now his own as his muscles clenched“ARGH!!!! … My head.. What was that…I don’t remember that!?!” He came to a stand he was obviously in physical pain as he clenched his head swaying around as he tried to get a footing “You!! You put some false memory in my head..!! Why’s it seem so real!! How’d he know my name?! Why was eve there?!” He was questioning everything, was his real memories real?! Was that fake memory real or was it really a fake produced by rain!? *System meltdown warning* It was too much for him to handle as that memory went completely against the Zen’s programming, it was causing his systems to crash and a meltdown was highly possible “Equipment.. Yours?! What… how!? ARGH!! “ he slammed his hand against the truck as its axel gave way under his sheer power the wheels snapping off and the truck slammed into the ground, veins popping out of his skin, budging as he collapsed onto his back. His body twitching and shaking as his hands cover his head trying to get the pain to stop, his thoughts were going against everything, as he started to think it was all true. It had to be, it made sense but then what were the memories that he had of Zen “Why are you doing this to me!! Just kill me!! he screamed out in pain, no doubt people would start to hear his screams once more, as his body shook and flailed outwards on the floor the pain shown looked unbearable even to the most tolerant *Warning Warning System Critical Levels – Equipment meltdown* This time the warning flashed in Rains head but as a voice, not Adam’s but the systems warning her of her equipment about to crash, after all her DNA was locked into Adam’s she had unknowingly started to claim him, eventually she was going to have to fully claim him as her father suggested.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Rain was so busy trying to deal with what she had just unlocked, that she wasn’t paying attention to what was happening to Adam. In fact what was happening was so dangerous, that to see him so confused and out of control was pitiful. When a machine is programmed to do one thing, a purpose and goal then presented with information that went against everything he had been set to do, it would cause a massive meltdown or system crash. Rain looked up from where she was laying on the ground and screamed at him ”I have never seen any of that before in my life. That man, the one that made you what you are was my FATHER!” There was no truth that she had done it all to him on purpose. These were files in his own system, all fragmented by her father on purpose. The fact that she was able to hold onto Adam long enough to retrieve them all and play it that one time was proof that it was no lie or suggested thought. She herself had suffered from it physically. She pushed herself up, scrambling to her feet. Rain had to get away from him. She couldn’t stand his screams anymore. But then a sound came in her head, right after he had damaged the truck in his fury and shock. *Warning Warning System Critical Levels – Equipment meltdown* ~What?~ Rain turned around and she could see that Adam was on the verge of a serious collapse, that would end him…once and for all. Her heart almost skipped a beat as she heard her father’s voice in her mind, repeating. “ Good… Good boy, The reason I built you.. built this .. Equipment was because of my daughter, she needs something.. to help to.. protect herself with, I will not be able to help her as we discussed earlier, you will be helping me…dissappear.” That moment, Rain didn’t even hesitate. She went against everything that she had done before and ran for Adam, gripping his head with her hands. There was only one person to save him now…and that was Rain. Both were locked together once more, as she then started to reverse the damage done, by shutting down his system so that she could somehow take him back to how he was….when they first met. ’System restore…activate.” She then started to work through all his files painstakingly, to undo the damage…she had done.<3>

IceTe3a: – His muscles budging and twitching in pain as his screams seemed to be endless, his skin turning a darker shade as his veins were still bulging out of his skin, this was the look of true plain. He couldn’t stop comparing the data, the memories it kept going through his mind and this in turn caused him immense pain. It didn’t take long for Rain to realize what was going on before she came over and straddled him once more, his hands were pushed out of the way. His eyes red as they were burning his body squirming and twitching in between her legs, he wasn’t able to stop thinking about it even if he wanted to, the system itself was trying to compare it all as per his demands. “KILL ME!! ” He screamed out in pain as Rains fingers found their marks on the side of his head, his body stopped moving, it was dead stiff now he was trapped inside himself the pain still being felt and immense as she started to use him again, did she not care?! Suddenly it all started to go black *Shutdown* She had completely switched him off, he was no longer aware of what was going on, it was much like turning a computer off he was just a paper weight for the moment. The system responded to her DNA allowing her access. *Welcome* the message would pop up, *No Restore Point found – Manual restore needed –Confirmed.* She was manually restoring his systems back to the way they should be, she would need to reprogram him completely and allow him access of his full memories once more. Then it happened, a new message showed up * Would you like to fully claim the system? –User Rain * It knew it was her and as it scanned her DNA earlier it was asking if she wanted to fully claim and link her equipment to her now making it impossible for anyone else to access him, in short he would be hers. Slowly her work was showing as she started to change the systems back to their normal functions all that was left was her reprogramming, her rules and anything else she wanted to input into him before resetting him.

CharlotteCarrendar: – ”NO! She screamed back at him, as he demanded she kill him and end his terrible nightmare. She instead shut him down completely, to at least stop the pain. As that happened and he went stiff, she took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Little did she realize her DNA activated another function, that welcomed her to his operating system. This was totally unexpected, and she looked at him quizzically. There was no automatic restore point, and if she was to do it, she would have to do it manually. Immediately she set to task, to do just that until it asked if she would claim the system. User Rain. This proved what the recording had said. Her father built him for her to use. It was all becoming real, and she knew that in order to save her father, she needed to follow the instructions. She activated this and soon when he awoke, he was going to be seeing her in a whole new light. She didn’t want to mess with him any further than that, safe to say that if he was going to serve her he was going to have to be a lot more useful. Ideas were already formulating in her mind, but she would need to discuss that with him when he was returned to normal function. The biggest question she did have, was not about her father, and not about him. It was about Eve. For some reason, she was still working for Zen, and must have been the one to reprogramme him to Zen’s orders. But why? If she served her father…and was as close to him as she appeared to be. What changed? It was clear that this was going be something Adam and Rain both needed to find out. She set down that he could protect himself, in event of a Zen warbird coming for him, but above all he was to ensure her safety. Rain felt that there was so much more going on, then met the eye. With her coding done, she finally pressed to restart his system, and she prayed that he would come back as he was the first time they met. <3>

IceTe3a: The new orders were being put into his systems by her, she was personally hand picking what he could and couldn’t do; putting her own mark on him as it were. The system accepting that she wanted to fully claim her equipment, her fingertips would get a light zap not enough for her to let go but enough for her to feel it, this signalled that he was now completely hers, her DNA registered into him there was nothing he would have been able to do with it. *Equipment Claimed –Have a nice day* The system confirming she had full ownership over the equipment as of now, after a good while she had finally finished all she needed to do, resetting him. *Resetting active* All the coding and reprogramming was put into motion, the system kept the Zen memories marking them as fake for further reference but keeping all the detail so Adam would be able to utilize this in future, this previous real memories that were blocked from him by the Zen now reinstated as he was completely his old self again aside from Rains new programming orders and rules and the fact she had claimed him as equipment. “Ugh…” his eyes opened as he saw her once more straddling him, a groan escapes his lips “Why is it.. every time I wake up, I find you straddling me? Get off” he sighed as he stretched his arms *Systems fully functioning* This would be repeated in both his and her head, now that she had fully claimed him she would be getting a lot more system updates straight into her head. “ And yes.. I remember everything.. I mean everything, What zen did to me again. What you did” he sighed as he pulled out a cigarette and left it in his mouth, he was glancing over her as she still was straddling his waist.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Rain didn’t need to be asked twice to get off him. She did so gladly, and dusted herself down as he took out a cigarette. For the last few hours he had been in excruciating pain, and now he was acting just the way he did when they first met…with a few changes that were going to come to light later. For now, she was actually happy to see this old Adam return. ”Happy too.” Rain said, wiping her forehead as she looked down at him. In truth, she was exhausted from everything that had gone on, not to mention shocked by the turn of events. Rain glanced at the truck and sighed. Adam had really done a number on it. It meant that it needed fixing, but for now, she did have one question, and she was no longer afraid to ask. Adam claimed he knew everything, including what Zen did to him. ”So Eve put you back together and made you a Zen warrior again, right?” She leaned against the truck, which groaned just at her touch. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as she stood over him, he arched a brow with a slight smirk as she took a step over him and dusted herself off. It didn’t take long for her to get down to business as he let a drag of smoke out with a sigh. Coming to a stand he glanced casually at her and shook his head, “Yes” walking past her he stopped for a moment and looked her up and down “Just because your now acting friendly doesn’t change anything, I know what you did to me. We are not friends, I’m not helping you find your father, Rain” he waved her off as he walked around the side of the truck, still in his Zen uniform the Zen would believe he was still one of them as he reached in and picked up the M4A1 reattaching it to his chest strap as he glanced over to her one last time “Goodbye and good luck” with that he turned his back on her and walked south down away from her and the truck, towards the main road.

CharlotteCarrendar: – As Adam walked on past her, and more or less dismissed her saying that they weren’t friends and he was not going to help her find her father, she turned around only to see the back of him walking away off down the road. Rain stared at him – wearing the Zen uniform and got an idea. A crazy idea. She ran off after him and actually jumped in front of his path and placed her hand up like a traffic cop would. ”Adam stop!” Now, she knew he was now in her control, and she went as far to exploit it. ”Eve is still working for the Zen. She knew my father….she worked on you. She must know where he is. Hell, she was standing next to him when they wiped your memory and you agreed to it. You have to help me. I’m not asking….I ordering you too. Get me into Zen headquarters and find Eve. Don’t deny me.” Rain’s face took a stern look as she said ” I am…User Rain.” She stared at him, and waited for his reply. <3>

 

Jane Harrison – Lipstick Lies!

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Jane Harrison

Name: Jane Harrison
FC: Kate Hudson
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Race: Human Mutant.
Birthday: April 4th

Occupation: – Owner of Jane’s Flowers and gifts. Horticulturalist.

Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 168cm
Weight: 57kgs
Fashion Style: Colourful, soft fabrics, dresses, tank tops, summery clothing
Tattoos/Piercings/Markings: Butterfly on her shoulder blade

Personality: Bubbly, outgoing, eager, friendly, trusting, caring, ditsy, crazy, fun

Magical Abilities: Can control plant life
Strengths: Ability to make friends easy, can control plants and trees

The power to control plant-life. Variation of Organic Manipulation.
Also Called
; Arborkinesis
; Agrokinesis
; Botanokinesis
; Chlorokinesis
; Phytokinesis
; Phyllokinesis
; Phytogenesis
; Plantbending
; Plantlife Manipulation

Users can create, shape and manipulate plants, including wood, vines, plants, moss, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, seeds, fruits and flowers. The user can cause plants to grow, move/attack or even rise from the soil and “walk”, mutate plants by rearranging DNA structure and revive withered or dead plants.
They can use their power for defense and support by growing plants from the ground and make them sprout seeds/fruits/berries, or even to possibly use plant chemicals to heal people or objects or manipulate their properties for a wide range of effects.
Though less commonly activated by passive users, the ability may deal a series of offensive techniques on a target. Using the plants as weapons enables users to grasp and strike continuously with vines and roots, project thorns at a distance, and quickly regenerate the withering weapons at the user’s will. They can make vines grow and climb around a target’s neck, causing choking, or even strike with plants. A more subtle technique is to release damaging toxins and pheromones, affecting targets in which conditions should be treated quickly with ailments.
User may also control plants in their altered forms, i.e. concentrated forms, such as cotton clothing/fabric, paper, etc.

Weaknesses: falling in love easily, being too trusting
Likes: Everyone, having a good time, plants, flowers, trees nature, food and funny named cocktails.

Dislikes: Mean people

Jane’s wheels: Her Parent’s hippie combi van.

History: Jane Harrison, a native to Seattle, was the only daughter of botanist Bill Harrison and his wife Greta. Both hippies and into horticulture; from a young age Jane had an affinity with plant life that could not be explained. On leaving college she started her own little flower shop in Seattle, and is a favourite for wedding planners with her stunning array of arrangements that just “grow” on you. Being swept off her feet by Mikala, a savvy business woman who flew her to Hawaii for a beach wedding, young Jane had no idea she was being conned out of her life savings. Left behind broke and in shock, Jane then met the handsome Doctor Jason Lumbard, who with their friend Pandora, helped her on the path to happiness. Jane and Jason are now a couple and are on route back to Seattle to get back Jane’s money from the thieving Mikala, and start a new life together.

 

Brock Carrendar – Carrendar Dynasty/ Lipstick Lies!

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Brock Carrendar

FC – Jay Ryan
Race – Bebilith – Spider Demon.
Sex – Male
Age – 25
Parents – Izu and Dezi Carrendar
Siblings – Billy, Orson, Nigel, and Ty.
Birthplace – Lacardis
Raised – The Island (Secret location)
Occupation – Pilot and Air force flight instructor – Top Gun.
Current residence – Seattle – Carrendar House (New House TBA)
Hair colour – Black/Brown
Eye colour – Blue
Height – 6’ 4”
Weight – 84 Kilograms
Body Type – Muscular
Identifying marks – Scars all over body from fight with Pandora.
Skin colour – Dark Olive
Vehicle – 2013 Ford F-150 – Black

His Weakness – Fire…and Pandora LaRue.

Bebilith Bio –

Bebilith (Demon Spider) These vast majority of these creatures have been killed and hunted. Although the few remaining are hundreds of years old and have developed a interesting position among dark creatures. Bebiliths are enormous, predatory, arachnid demons that hunt other demons. While they favor preying upon other demons, they aren¡¯t picky¡ªthey will stalk and attack any type of creature. A bebilith has a body the size of a plow horse, with legs spanning more than 14 feet. It weighs more than two tons. Bebiliths understand but do not speak Abyssal. Their telepathy allows them to communicate silently with one another. The elder Bebilith have the ability to switch between a human-like form and their natural arachnid features. Far more intelligent than its verminous shape would suggest, it is perhaps a blessing that the bebilith is such a focused and devoted hunter of demons, for had these dangerous outsiders more of a mind to conquer and expand empires, their ability to plane shift would make them a menace indeed. Although, as an outsider, the bebilith has no biological need to eat, it does enjoy the sensation of chewing on demonic flesh.
A bebilith attacks any creature it sees. It usually picks one target and concentrates its attacks on that opponent, using its webs to isolate the target from its comrades. Should the bebilith become overwhelmed by tougher opponents, it often attempts to bite one or more of its victims and retreats, allowing its poison to do its work.
A bebilith’s natural weapons, as well as any weapons it wields, are treated as chaotic-aligned and evil-aligned for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.
Bebiliths closest resemble some sort of demented, demonic version of a spider that could only be conceived in the depths of the Abyss. Bebiliths have eight legs, they stand atop six spindly legs while the front pair of legs rather than supporting their weight are two enormous scything claws, each nearly the height of a man. The body of the bebilith looks just as spider-like, a carapace covered torso with a head featuring red multi-faceted eyes below which sits the grasping maw of a spider.
Weaponry: Generally he uses melee weapons with sharp edges to use in combat at a close ranges. This includes swords, knifes, and claws. But it changes from time to time

Spell-Like Abilities: At will¡ªdarkness, scare, telekinesis, and teleport without error (self plus 50 pounds of objects only). Once per day – dancing lights, detect chaos, detect evil, detect good, detect law, detect magic, faerie fire, and levitate.
Wall Climb: he can scale surfaces just like a normal spider, even running upside down at 3/4 of her normal speed. (Speed 40 ft., climb 20 ft.)
Enhanced Senses: He can track by scent, has 300 foot nightvision as well as 280 degree vision, can sense magic and see invisible opponents.
Mesmerize: The Elder Bebelith has a supernatural ability to mesmerize all that gaze into its glowing green eyes. Characters must save versus influence if they stare into the demon’s eyes for more than two melee rounds. The initial effects are cloudiness, causing -2 to initiative, strike, parry and dodge. After 8 rounds, they fall under its trance, totally defenseless, unless someone helps
them out of it.
Webbing: Has 4 spinnerets to expel webbing for a variety of uses. Can create a web up to a 50 foot radius (100feet total) for snaring victims (webbing is extremely translucent and difficult to notice). A web of this size will take about 15 minutes to produce. Webbing can also be used to climb, descend, entangle and ensnare. This is moderately sticky, entangling more as the victim struggles. The tensile strength is can support a bit over 1 ton. When a victim is entangled or otherwise incapacitated, the demon will attempt to encase them in a cocoon. The cocoon is the equivalent of a straight jacket, allowing no movement. This webbing is mystical in nature, resistant to normal weapons (one-half damage). Magical weapons will do full damage. There is a 75% chance that the webbing will not burn if any sort of fire is applied to it. Up to 100 feet of spider silk can be produced per melee and can be consumed for recycling.
Sticky Glob: The demon can perform one of the following special tactics with its webs once per round. A Bebelith can create an adhesive glob of silk about the size of a human fist. The creature will usually perch on a ledge and lower this glob to a range of 50 feet, swinging it as a pendulum. When a creature is hit (or touches the glob) it becomes stuck to the strand and the demon reels in its prey at the rate of 20 feet per round. A strand is strong enough to hold the demon and one creature of the same size.
Web Net: A Bebilith can throw a web up to four times per day. This is similar to an attack with a net but has a maximum range of 30 feet. This attack is effective against targets of up to Gargantuan size. The web anchors the target in place, allowing no movement.
Bio-Regeneration: Bebelith possess remarkable restorative powers, able to regenerate injuries every 4 minutes. They can even regenerate lost limbs with two days time.
Toxic Venom: Bebilith venom is a highly perishable foul-smelling goo, losing its potency and becoming inert almost as soon as it comes into contact with air. The Bebelith has two types of venom. The first type has a neurological effect, causing pain and eventual slowly progressing paralysis throughout the body, and is used during combat/hunting. A successful bite attack will cause physical damage. Characters take additional damage as the venom takes effect (consisting of sharp pains, muscle spasms and cramping partial paralysis. These effects will last for between 2 and 12 minutes minutes per injection or magically negated. Character will still suffer mild symptoms for up to two days and will require medical attention to properly recover. After 3 of such attacks, the character becomes temporarily paralyzed for between 3 and 30 minutes. The true horror in this, is that the character will be in excruciating pain, totally immobile, yet completely conscious. Once a victim is paralyzed, second type of venom then comes into play, a poison with hemolysis-like effects. That is, it breaks down the blood vessels as well as softening (tenderizing!) the muscle tissue. In effect, it turns the victim’s body into a nice squishy meal that can be sucked up. Upon injection, the victim takes damage every 1 minute, until the brain finally hemorrhages and death immediately occurs. A cure must be administered within the first 5 minutes, or permanent damage may occur. The poison sack has enough for 30 type 1 and 5 type 2 injections. Type 1 regenerates 2-4 injections worth a day
and 1-4 type 2 a day.
Vulnerabilities: Fire does double damage.
Summon Demons: Once per day an Elder Bebelith can attempt to summon 1-8 Bebelith with a 35% chance of success.
Demon Qualities: Immune to poison and electricity; cold, and acid resistance.
Telepathy: Bebelith can communicate telepathically with creatures within 100 feet that speak Abyssal.
Rend Armor: Dismantle Armor (Ex) If a bebilith hits a foe with both claw attacks, it can attempt to peel away the target’s armor and shield as a free action by making a CMB check. If the bebilith is successful, the target’s armor and shield are torn from his body and dismantled, falling to the ground. Armor subjected to this attack loses half its hit points and gains the broken condition if the target fails a DC 25 Reflex save. The save DC is Strength-based.
Skills: A bebilith has mottled coloration that gives it a racial bonus on Hide checks
Plane Shift: The demon moves itself or some other creature to another plane of existence or alternate dimension. If several willing persons link hands in a circle, as many as eight can be affected by the plane shift at the same time. Precise accuracy as to a particular arrival location on the intended plane is nigh impossible. From the Material Plane, you can reach any other plane, though you appear 5 to 500 miles from your intended destination. Plane shift transports creatures instantaneously and then ends. The creatures need to find other means if they are to travel back.
Penetrating Strike (Su) A bebilith’s natural weapons are treated as chaotic and magical for the purposes of penetrating damage reduction. Against creatures with the demon type, its natural weapons are also treated as cold iron and good.
Summon kindred: A Bebelith can summon forth a swarm of 10-100 spiders, which serve to confuse and obscure vision. The creatures arrive in 2-12 rounds and are under the Bebelith’s full control.
Grow Limb: The Bebelith may grow lup to 4 long spider-leg apendages from its spine. These are coated in thick carapace and can serve to attack or defend. They are extremely powerful and can be regrown at the same rate as most limbs.
True form : By taking his true form, his lower half transforms into that of a spider’s legs and abdomen, both of which are armoured. In this form, his strength and speed increase dramatically as well as his senses. His blood becomes poisonous and the amount of webbing and poison he can produce to an almost unlimited amount. His webbing also becomes poisonous on contact and even more durable than before.
Puppet Master: By attaching strands of webbing from his fingertips to the base of the subject’s neck, she can manipulate and control corpses to fight and defend her. These undead dolls follow his commands telepathically and fight until he releases control or are fully destroyed. He usually carries 1 corpse wrapped in webbing on her back when travelling.
Entangling Asp Technique: Drawing six specially prepared shurikens with razor sharp webbing attached to them, she throws them towards the opponent, not aiming directly towards them, but instead throwing them in arcs to circle around and entangle the opponent, at which point she pulls on the webbing and shreds the victim.

History – Son of Izu and Dezi Carrendar, Brock is the second eldest in the family of five sons, that grew up on a remote island off the coast of Nemaues. Raised to be trained to learn to fly like his father Izu, so that he may one day fight alongside him, Brock soon rose through the ranks and is now a Captain in his own right. He met his love Pandora one night at the Poisoned Tongue bar, and from that moment on was captivated by her. Wining and dining her, he soon won her heart, but due to her fiery nature and a misunderstanding over their relationship, he made a terrible mistake and fell to the charms of Simone Jackson, Pandora’s best friend. This would lead Pandora to fly to Hawaii to get away from him, only to have him follow and then they had a massive fight on the beach, which resulted in him turning into the full spider demon, and her burning him so badly that he almost died. He still lives with their scars as a reminder of his faults. They currently are in Seattle, about to move into their dream home…but drama awaits them.

Reflections on the RP – Ice and the Dragon’s Egg.

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When a story takes on a life of its own, and the characters act out as they were created to do…things happen, that are both poignant and remarkable. You as a writer end up being a spectator it seems, and watch history occur right before your eyes.

Regardless of how you feel about another writer, and their characters – you play the game you start and the events are sometimes out of your control, once a play is made. To accept what has happened, and post the reaction from the character’s point of view, while you the writer are upset by what happened is one of the greatest challenges for a role player.

This is what happened last night. A character lost…but the story, though truly sad…..won.