Calling all vamps
I'd like to arrange some interaction with some of our resident vamps. Who's interested and what's a good time for you guys?
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Greetings, my darklings. <3
It's time to do a bit of culling, as it were! Reply to this post with the characters you wish to keep, or in five day's time I will strike them from the comm and open their positions to other people to app. You have until NEXT SATURDAY to post, and then the slate is clear and new arrivals will be accepted.
Naturally, if you talk to me via AIM or Yahoo, you don't need to reply to this. <3
It's time to do a bit of culling, as it were! Reply to this post with the characters you wish to keep, or in five day's time I will strike them from the comm and open their positions to other people to app. You have until NEXT SATURDAY to post, and then the slate is clear and new arrivals will be accepted.
Naturally, if you talk to me via AIM or Yahoo, you don't need to reply to this. <3
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Update time! There has been a new Kith added, as well as additional information on Kitsune and the Traditions for Mages.
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Your Name: Spardie
Your journal:
sparda219
Your AIM SN: Kenkenmuscle
Character Name: Aoi Kentarou
Character Journal:fuzzyken
Race: Were
Sub-race: Garou
Powers: Gifts: (Level 1) Scent of True Form, Enhanced Senses, Blur of the Milky Eye, Falling Touch
Skills: Various sports, especially soccer, basketball and tennis. Partying, flirting, showing off and generally being charming. Japanese poetry, as it's his current major. (He picked it up to impress romantics.) He's learned the arts of werewolf combat, naturally, as well as spirit and werewolf lore.
Background: I'll add the whole thing later, but here's the short of it. Kentarou was born to a human father and werewolf mother, the youngest of three sons. His oldest brother, Kenichi, is a werewolf as well, but the middle brother, Kenpachi, is not. Currently, Kentarou is in college, 19 years old, and slacks off too much for his own good. He loves both boys and girls and, though he's a player now, he really wants to find someone who will put up with him enough to settle down with. He's loud, energetic, friendly and playful and still has no idea what he wants to do when he gets out of school.
On the supernatural side of things, his automatic response to anything Wyrmlike is to try and either run it out of his territory, or destroy it. Despite his friendly, playful nature, he is a werewolf and has been taught from birth to kill the Wyrm and anything associated with him. He's a big puppy, but even puppies have claws and teeth.
Your journal:
sparda219Your AIM SN: Kenkenmuscle
Character Name: Aoi Kentarou
Character Journal:
fuzzykenRace: Were
Sub-race: Garou
Powers: Gifts: (Level 1) Scent of True Form, Enhanced Senses, Blur of the Milky Eye, Falling Touch
Skills: Various sports, especially soccer, basketball and tennis. Partying, flirting, showing off and generally being charming. Japanese poetry, as it's his current major. (He picked it up to impress romantics.) He's learned the arts of werewolf combat, naturally, as well as spirit and werewolf lore.
Background: I'll add the whole thing later, but here's the short of it. Kentarou was born to a human father and werewolf mother, the youngest of three sons. His oldest brother, Kenichi, is a werewolf as well, but the middle brother, Kenpachi, is not. Currently, Kentarou is in college, 19 years old, and slacks off too much for his own good. He loves both boys and girls and, though he's a player now, he really wants to find someone who will put up with him enough to settle down with. He's loud, energetic, friendly and playful and still has no idea what he wants to do when he gets out of school.
On the supernatural side of things, his automatic response to anything Wyrmlike is to try and either run it out of his territory, or destroy it. Despite his friendly, playful nature, he is a werewolf and has been taught from birth to kill the Wyrm and anything associated with him. He's a big puppy, but even puppies have claws and teeth.
Mini hiatus!
Hello!!
I am going away on vacation from Feb 25 to March 4 and will be unable to get on a computer. Sadly, that means no logging or LJ for me for a whole week! *sob*
I'll try to catch up on everything when I come back!!
I am going away on vacation from Feb 25 to March 4 and will be unable to get on a computer. Sadly, that means no logging or LJ for me for a whole week! *sob*
I'll try to catch up on everything when I come back!!
Brief Hiatus.
Hi everyone!
Kippei and Wakato-mun here. I'm going to be out of town for one week (feb 20-26), so I'll be absent from the comm until then.
Kippei is currently biding his time, waiting for a chance to take a stab at Yukimura. He knows that An is alive (or not, if she's a vampire), and is hell-bent on finding her. He is also hell-bent on saving his Faerie helper Fuji, from the clutches of Yukimura (who has sworn to teach him a lesson).
Wakato, on the other hand, is lying low after a rather nasty encounter with Hiyoshi Wakashi and a certain Quei Jin. He'll be going about his business in a general fashion, however constantly watching his back.
*waves* :)
Kippei and Wakato-mun here. I'm going to be out of town for one week (feb 20-26), so I'll be absent from the comm until then.
Kippei is currently biding his time, waiting for a chance to take a stab at Yukimura. He knows that An is alive (or not, if she's a vampire), and is hell-bent on finding her. He is also hell-bent on saving his Faerie helper Fuji, from the clutches of Yukimura (who has sworn to teach him a lesson).
Wakato, on the other hand, is lying low after a rather nasty encounter with Hiyoshi Wakashi and a certain Quei Jin. He'll be going about his business in a general fashion, however constantly watching his back.
*waves* :)
Ibu Shinji App~!
My Name: Whitney
My Journal:iverin
My AIM SN: LadyIverin, alsosprachtuti
Character Name: Ibu Shinji
Character Journal: will make if accepted!
Race: Vampire - Malkavian
Powers: Obfuscate, Auspex, and Dementation
Background:
Though he doesn't look a day over twenty, Shinji is 354 years old and enjoying the undead life as much as a melancholy, crazy vampire can. He was, before becoming a vampire, a samurai for a daimyo in one of the domains along the northern frontier. It was one fateful night when he was on watch and heard a sound in the bushes. Being slightly paranoid and ever-alert, he chased the sound; he was met by a vampire in the guise of a native... He never reported back. As he edged further away from sanity, he traveled across Japan as a merchant; he finally settled in Kyoto near the end of the 17th century and became a woodcut artist. His obsessive-compulsive attention to detail allowed him to create meticulous works; his tendency toward remembering every tiny detail of events gave him a broad range of topics. Thus, Shinji made his living as an artist, staying in the shadows and selling in back alleys--after all, he had eternity to make more art, what did it matter if it sold cheaply? Soon he grew restless in Kyoto and moved to Edo, specifically the Yoshiwara district. There, he learned further art styles and took up music, becoming a geisha. Shinji met Mizuki Hajime in Yoshiwara, and somehow managed to not drive him insane. The two were friendly rivals during their time as geisha, but after the Meiji Restoration and the falling out of the district, the two were separated, presumably never to meet again.
The years drifted by, and Shinji drifted through art circles in Japan. He rode out waves of pop culture and propaganda movements, his art style developing (he found he had a special talent for inks and oils) and his personal style somehow staying at the edge of fashion (which could be attributed to his time in Yoshiwara). Today, Shinji has finally settled back in Tokyo and is the creator of a very popular shounen manga that features a young man who can control time with his thoughts. His publishers have never seen him, and he is nearly a recluse... His madness has increased gradually over the years... Shinji is a mere shadow of his former self, reduced to little more than his drawings and his muttering. He keeps to himself mostly, even within the supernatural community, usually leaving the confines of his apartment only long enough to feed... but with everything going on in Tokyo right now, his tenuous peace isn't likely to last.
His madness manifests itself as utterances. In other words, Shinji mutters. A lot. In conversations, he will often go off on tangents that eventually end up on a seemingly unrelated topic to the original. In his mind, though, it is logical (and in fact logic at its finest). This happens especially often in referring to grudges or past wrongs: that is, they are often the end of the tangent and the real thought on Shinji’s mind. And he holds grudges like it’s going out of style. Being a crazy vampire is a perfect outlet for his never-ending stream of self-deprecating thoughts and illogical connections.
Shinji is a master of circular thinking. Inside of his head, it’s a bad thing. He will think himself into a corner, discourage himself from doing things in the simplest of ways. However, when used on another person it is quite an effective (if irritating) form of persuasion. He’ll attempt to be straightforward at times, but one gets the sense that he takes sick pleasure in talking people into whatever he wishes.
((Note: The Mizuki stuff was discussed in advance with Viv~!))
Sample:
First, you hold the pen, or the brush, at an angle, applying even pressure. You move your hand at the wrist, or at the elbow, or at the shoulder, forming that graceful arc of a first line. Then you change directions, change pressure, change the form. That's how it always started. Ibu Shinji knew the inner workings and ancient subtleties of lines better than most--after all, he'd been practicing them for over three hundred years. He sat, moving the marriage of hand and pen over bleached paper, alone in his cramped apartment, as he always did. The boy on the page was unusually perfect, with hair just the right length, arms and chest divinely muscled, and eyes that seemed as though they could see to the end of the world. Of course the picture was perfect in every way; if it wasn't, Shinji would scrap it and start over again. No matter how many times he hard to curse at it, no matter how many times he had thrown drawings away, they simply had to be perfect.
There was a knock at the door, and he muttered softly as he tucked away the drawing he was working on for his next artbook. He knew who was at the door. He always knew. It was Ken, an utterly devoted fan of his manga. Ken, who was a perfect specimen of seventeen years of nature's work. Ken, who loved manga more than anything, and loved Shinji's most of all. Ken, who had slowly, through his late-night visits to this apartment, been driven deliciously mad. Ken, who was now mumbling almost incoherently about how he'd done what he was told, how he'd written the note that said goodbye to his family and left it on the bed, and now he could stay with his favorite artist forever...
Shinji smiled and beckoned the boy in. It was so easy to lure them when they wrote such beautiful letters and sent such provocative pictures. It was almost too easy to drive them mad with endless whispers of promises in their ears. The older man pulled the boy close, put his lips to those fragile ears, to drip words into the fragile mind...
"Ken, settle down. Stop looking so frightened. You made the right decision, because it was your decision to come and be with me, and I want you here with me. Nobody can stop you now, because you chose to come to me, even though I'm much older than you are and it doesn't make sense that you would want to come to me and I don't think it's strictly legal anyway. You're here because you want to end your old life and start a new one." His eyes were fixed on the enraptured boy's neck. "You made the right choice." There was a yell, but the boy didn't struggle. He simply went limp in the vampire's arms as the life was sucked slowly from his body. Shinji would, of course, after savoring the taste and drinking his fill, push the lifeless body out of the window. He owed it to Ken's family to make it look like it really was a suicide. And wasn't it, anyway? Yes. He'd done what was right.
Nobody could accuse Ibu Shinji of not loving his fans.
((Spardielove I'm sure I've left something off 'cause I have LOST my reference page on Malkies... So clearly the part about powers isn't complete. Help? ;;))
My Journal:
iverinMy AIM SN: LadyIverin, alsosprachtuti
Character Name: Ibu Shinji
Character Journal: will make if accepted!
Race: Vampire - Malkavian
Powers: Obfuscate, Auspex, and Dementation
Background:
Though he doesn't look a day over twenty, Shinji is 354 years old and enjoying the undead life as much as a melancholy, crazy vampire can. He was, before becoming a vampire, a samurai for a daimyo in one of the domains along the northern frontier. It was one fateful night when he was on watch and heard a sound in the bushes. Being slightly paranoid and ever-alert, he chased the sound; he was met by a vampire in the guise of a native... He never reported back. As he edged further away from sanity, he traveled across Japan as a merchant; he finally settled in Kyoto near the end of the 17th century and became a woodcut artist. His obsessive-compulsive attention to detail allowed him to create meticulous works; his tendency toward remembering every tiny detail of events gave him a broad range of topics. Thus, Shinji made his living as an artist, staying in the shadows and selling in back alleys--after all, he had eternity to make more art, what did it matter if it sold cheaply? Soon he grew restless in Kyoto and moved to Edo, specifically the Yoshiwara district. There, he learned further art styles and took up music, becoming a geisha. Shinji met Mizuki Hajime in Yoshiwara, and somehow managed to not drive him insane. The two were friendly rivals during their time as geisha, but after the Meiji Restoration and the falling out of the district, the two were separated, presumably never to meet again.
The years drifted by, and Shinji drifted through art circles in Japan. He rode out waves of pop culture and propaganda movements, his art style developing (he found he had a special talent for inks and oils) and his personal style somehow staying at the edge of fashion (which could be attributed to his time in Yoshiwara). Today, Shinji has finally settled back in Tokyo and is the creator of a very popular shounen manga that features a young man who can control time with his thoughts. His publishers have never seen him, and he is nearly a recluse... His madness has increased gradually over the years... Shinji is a mere shadow of his former self, reduced to little more than his drawings and his muttering. He keeps to himself mostly, even within the supernatural community, usually leaving the confines of his apartment only long enough to feed... but with everything going on in Tokyo right now, his tenuous peace isn't likely to last.
His madness manifests itself as utterances. In other words, Shinji mutters. A lot. In conversations, he will often go off on tangents that eventually end up on a seemingly unrelated topic to the original. In his mind, though, it is logical (and in fact logic at its finest). This happens especially often in referring to grudges or past wrongs: that is, they are often the end of the tangent and the real thought on Shinji’s mind. And he holds grudges like it’s going out of style. Being a crazy vampire is a perfect outlet for his never-ending stream of self-deprecating thoughts and illogical connections.
Shinji is a master of circular thinking. Inside of his head, it’s a bad thing. He will think himself into a corner, discourage himself from doing things in the simplest of ways. However, when used on another person it is quite an effective (if irritating) form of persuasion. He’ll attempt to be straightforward at times, but one gets the sense that he takes sick pleasure in talking people into whatever he wishes.
((Note: The Mizuki stuff was discussed in advance with Viv~!))
Sample:
First, you hold the pen, or the brush, at an angle, applying even pressure. You move your hand at the wrist, or at the elbow, or at the shoulder, forming that graceful arc of a first line. Then you change directions, change pressure, change the form. That's how it always started. Ibu Shinji knew the inner workings and ancient subtleties of lines better than most--after all, he'd been practicing them for over three hundred years. He sat, moving the marriage of hand and pen over bleached paper, alone in his cramped apartment, as he always did. The boy on the page was unusually perfect, with hair just the right length, arms and chest divinely muscled, and eyes that seemed as though they could see to the end of the world. Of course the picture was perfect in every way; if it wasn't, Shinji would scrap it and start over again. No matter how many times he hard to curse at it, no matter how many times he had thrown drawings away, they simply had to be perfect.
There was a knock at the door, and he muttered softly as he tucked away the drawing he was working on for his next artbook. He knew who was at the door. He always knew. It was Ken, an utterly devoted fan of his manga. Ken, who was a perfect specimen of seventeen years of nature's work. Ken, who loved manga more than anything, and loved Shinji's most of all. Ken, who had slowly, through his late-night visits to this apartment, been driven deliciously mad. Ken, who was now mumbling almost incoherently about how he'd done what he was told, how he'd written the note that said goodbye to his family and left it on the bed, and now he could stay with his favorite artist forever...
Shinji smiled and beckoned the boy in. It was so easy to lure them when they wrote such beautiful letters and sent such provocative pictures. It was almost too easy to drive them mad with endless whispers of promises in their ears. The older man pulled the boy close, put his lips to those fragile ears, to drip words into the fragile mind...
"Ken, settle down. Stop looking so frightened. You made the right decision, because it was your decision to come and be with me, and I want you here with me. Nobody can stop you now, because you chose to come to me, even though I'm much older than you are and it doesn't make sense that you would want to come to me and I don't think it's strictly legal anyway. You're here because you want to end your old life and start a new one." His eyes were fixed on the enraptured boy's neck. "You made the right choice." There was a yell, but the boy didn't struggle. He simply went limp in the vampire's arms as the life was sucked slowly from his body. Shinji would, of course, after savoring the taste and drinking his fill, push the lifeless body out of the window. He owed it to Ken's family to make it look like it really was a suicide. And wasn't it, anyway? Yes. He'd done what was right.
Nobody could accuse Ibu Shinji of not loving his fans.
((Spardielove I'm sure I've left something off 'cause I have LOST my reference page on Malkies... So clearly the part about powers isn't complete. Help? ;;))
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Calling all Atsushis. ^__^
((psst. little trickster - I'll nudge you later so we can work on Jiroh/Atsushi))
Friend add (without being freakishly long this time)
Er. Yeah. Sorry if you saw the first one; I had copy/pasted the list twice without realizing it. Er, anyway.
Go here and copy/paste what's behind the cut.
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Yeah, done since it was easier than going around adding everyone individually, thought I'd share since I had it typed up already. Please let me know if I messed up in any way, shape or form. *facepalm*
Go here and copy/paste what's behind the cut.
( Friending made easy.Collapse )
Yeah, done since it was easier than going around adding everyone individually, thought I'd share since I had it typed up already. Please let me know if I messed up in any way, shape or form. *facepalm*
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Your Name: Aka
Your journal: Esrafil
Your AIM SN: kyoki1012
Character Name: Yagyuu Hiroshi
Character Journal: (When accepted, naturally.)
Race: Hunter
Sub-race: Judge
Powers: Edge (Judge) - Discern, Burden; (Avenger) - Cleave; (Defense) - Alarm.
Skills: Intelligence, close and long range combat, adaptability/acting.
Background:
The first decade of Yagyuu’s life was largely unremarkable; he was a precocious child, seemingly able to master anything he set his mind to, a trait which would carry throughout his life. His family life was comfortable, though by no means tightly knit. Yagyuu developed as a rather solitary creature, having a large pool of acquaintances, though few he would consider friends -- there weren’t many who could hold his interest long enough to seem to be worth getting to know better.
His Imbuing occurred on the eve of his tenth birthday, the details blurred with time, the aftermath more important anyway. At first he began noticing that not all seemed quite as it did before, his knowledge of the supernatural and his own abilities a gradual accumulation. He was not stupid enough to rush brazenly headlong into the face of danger, nor was he content to merely sit on the sidelines and watch. Instead he devoted his time to learning what he could, pushing the limits of what he was able to do over the years.
Few people see Yagyuu’s true nature. Refined and polished manners conceal a cold, ruthless efficiency. As a Hunter he feels no particular compassion for either side, human or supernatural. Usually he tends to go for whatever seems the biggest threat to the stability of the world at large, rather than out of any real want to protect people.Plus he is addicted to danger. He is dedicated in his own way, though to who or what exactly, only he knows.
At twenty-five, he works as private investigator of sorts in Tokyo, currently employed by the Japanese government.
RP sample:
A jolt in the back of Yagyuu’s mind drew his attention away from the case files that lay open before him. Adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he rose from his desk, even strides taking him across the room to the window. He pushed thick curtains aside to peer into the deepened shadows, the darkness seeming to press in upon the fluorescent illumination of the street lamps. The movement he was looking for caught his eye, and in one swift motion he was on his way.
Your journal: Esrafil
Your AIM SN: kyoki1012
Character Name: Yagyuu Hiroshi
Character Journal: (When accepted, naturally.)
Race: Hunter
Sub-race: Judge
Powers: Edge (Judge) - Discern, Burden; (Avenger) - Cleave; (Defense) - Alarm.
Skills: Intelligence, close and long range combat, adaptability/acting.
Background:
The first decade of Yagyuu’s life was largely unremarkable; he was a precocious child, seemingly able to master anything he set his mind to, a trait which would carry throughout his life. His family life was comfortable, though by no means tightly knit. Yagyuu developed as a rather solitary creature, having a large pool of acquaintances, though few he would consider friends -- there weren’t many who could hold his interest long enough to seem to be worth getting to know better.
His Imbuing occurred on the eve of his tenth birthday, the details blurred with time, the aftermath more important anyway. At first he began noticing that not all seemed quite as it did before, his knowledge of the supernatural and his own abilities a gradual accumulation. He was not stupid enough to rush brazenly headlong into the face of danger, nor was he content to merely sit on the sidelines and watch. Instead he devoted his time to learning what he could, pushing the limits of what he was able to do over the years.
Few people see Yagyuu’s true nature. Refined and polished manners conceal a cold, ruthless efficiency. As a Hunter he feels no particular compassion for either side, human or supernatural. Usually he tends to go for whatever seems the biggest threat to the stability of the world at large, rather than out of any real want to protect people.
At twenty-five, he works as private investigator of sorts in Tokyo, currently employed by the Japanese government.
RP sample:
A jolt in the back of Yagyuu’s mind drew his attention away from the case files that lay open before him. Adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he rose from his desk, even strides taking him across the room to the window. He pushed thick curtains aside to peer into the deepened shadows, the darkness seeming to press in upon the fluorescent illumination of the street lamps. The movement he was looking for caught his eye, and in one swift motion he was on his way.
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