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Character Profiles / Re: Gunnhild Vigdis
« Last post by Hades on Today at 12:14:24 AM »
Why did you join the werewolves? You could've gone with any other race. WHY? *flips the table*
Character Profiles / Re: Gunnhild Vigdis
« Last post by Alien on February 19, 2018, 11:49:41 PM »
5/5 shit. :D
Character Profiles / Re: Gunnhild Vigdis
« Last post by Mike_Stevensons on February 19, 2018, 11:49:00 PM »
Character Profiles / Gunnhild Vigdis
« Last post by Fahim on February 19, 2018, 11:04:32 PM »

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Basic  Information

Name: Gunnhild-Vigdis
Age: Thirty-Four.
Birthday: August 7th, 1969.
Place of Birth: Gavle, Sweden

Nature: Cavalier.
- You are as bold, intrepid, valiant and fearless as you need to be to complete your duty. You are the hero who tries to live up to glorious ideals and codes of justice. By protecting that which is good, you seek to preserve the society that made you what you are.

Demeanor: Crusader
- The Crusader has a vision for making the world a better place, be it through something as vast and sweeping as democratic reform or as a pedestrian eliminating jaywalkers from the city streets. These individuals live their ideals instead of merely preaching them, hoping to effect change by actions and example. Social activists, young politicians, rookie cops, and junior reporters often exemplify this archetype.

Tribe: Children of Gaia.
- N/A.

Camp: Imminent Strike.
- Imminent Strike trains its members constantly in preparation for the Final Battle. The Apocalypse is upon us, and this camp believes that the only hope for Gaiaís warriors to win the Final Strike is to focus entirely on the task ahead.  They shun those of the Nation who are obsessed with their own agendas; if that means cutting ties with other tribes, so be it.


Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Race: Garou.
Breed: Homid.
Auspice: Ahroun.
- The warrior within the pack, born on a full moon.

Rank: Cliath
- The lowest rank.

Allegiance: Gaia, the Wyld.
Hair colour: Blonde.
Eye colour: Brown.
Height: 6'0''
Weight: 165lbs.


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[ooo] - Enemy/Despise: Distrust, hate, or dead.
[ooo] - Dislike: Distant, avoiding.
[ooo] - Neutral: no judgement yet, just met, no thoughts about person.
[ooo] - Good opinion: appreciation, like.
[ooo] - Friendly: sympathetic, valuing.
[ooo] - Close friends: admiring, deep appreciation, would die for.
[ooo] - Romantic interest: Love, adoration.

Izuna Takeda: I've met you a while back and you've still proven your loyalty to me as a brother.

Folnkirk / Re: Announcement poster on the Sleeping Giant Inn (Vampires read)
« Last post by K3im4 on February 19, 2018, 07:01:05 PM »
**Jacques Toulouse reads the information and smiles, also paints the Camarilla symbol next to it**

I'm glad finally the Camarilla has made something about the Prince's death. Fucking rebels can't let Palomino be in order. 
Werewolf Applications / Re: Gunnhild Vigdis | Cliath | Children Of Gaia
« Last post by d4rko on February 19, 2018, 07:01:04 PM »
Bad story but accepted mainly because you're applying for Cliath.
Vampire Applications / Ralph_Velasco ;; 12th ;; Ravnos
« Last post by Kerdav24 on February 19, 2018, 06:02:34 PM »
Vampire Application

General questions:

1. What comes to your mind when the word vampire arises? What is a vampire in a human view and what is it from a vampire's own view? How different are standard folklore and World of Darkness vampires? When a word "vampire" arises first thing that comes into my mind is a base of folkore and myth about Dracula. A person [un]living thousand years with abilities to shift into bat and control other animals at his glance of red eyes. EXtremally prone to sunlight and sleeping in coffin. Repulsive to garlic, crosses and unability to cross the running water. Vampires are diffrent in the World of Darkness. They aren't repulsed by garlic, crosses and running water and holy water, unless they are somehow tricked into bealief of old folkore. However most of folkore features can be owned by a kindred by picking specific flaws from the book related to it. However crosses are still affecting vampire only if the person possesses exceptionally true faith.

2. What kind of consequences could possibly arise were a vampire be outed to the general public? What sort of action would be taken by various governments and the people? For this reason, do you think vampires should take the chance of coming out clean or should they rather stay hidden? Vampires should be very careful of their actions. Using disciplines or their inmate weakness of lack of possible way to eat/stand a sunlight. Government would start hiring specific mercenaries group in order to perform action known as Seek And destroy. Humanity as in greater numbers would simply overrun these vampires and destroy them. Few would survive and would have to change lifestyle entirely in order to just survive outside without hiding. So ending it there they should rather try to stay hidden instead of going badass to others.

3. What are The Traditions? Who enforces them and how do the vampires view it? The traditions are bealived to be enforced by the caine himself. Rules made to bring peace and prevent chaos for the future kindred groups. They're mainly enforced by the Camarilla sect. Almost every vampire respects the Traditions especially The masquerade with small exceptions. [E.g Sabbat doesn't consider The masquerade nessecary]
Here are those laws :

The First Tradition: The Masquerade
"Thou shall not reveal thy true nature to those not of the Blood. Doing such shall renounce thy claims of Blood."
The most important tradition. It's main goal is to protect the race from the eyes of humanity.

The Second Tradition: The Domain
"Thy domain is thine own concern. All others owe thee respect while in it. None may challenge thy word while in thy domain."
Rule is simple. When you're on somebody's else lands you have to treat them with respect and you're not allowed to question or compliment any of their doing.

The Third Tradition: The Progeny
"Thou shall only sire another with the permission of thine Elder. If thou createst another without thine Elder's leave, both thou and thy Progeny shall be slain."
If a kindred embraces another vampire without permission of Elder both shall be bloodhunted ultimately killed at end.

The Fourth Tradition: The Accounting
"Those thou create are thine own children. Untill thy Progeny shall be Released, thou shall command them in all things. Their sins are thine to endure."
Before release of their acolytes the sire must first teach the fledgling how to act accordingly in the society. If the childer makes an error during his time it's considered a Sire's fault of failure to teach them.

The Fifth Tradition: Hospitality
"Honor one another's domain. When thou comest to a foreign city, thou shall present thyself to the one who ruleth there. Without the word of acceptance, thou art nothing."
Kindred who travel alot know this tradition very well. Before proceeding to walk around it is mandatory to present yourself to the prince of domain. Without doing so the said kindred isn't going to be treated well around.

The Sixth Tradition: Destruction
"Thou art forbidden to destroy another of thy kind. The right of destruction belongeth only to thine Elder. Only the Eldest of among thee shall call the Blood Hunt."
You may not cause a final death to a kindred without a permission from the oldest of the elders who might call in a blood hunt.

4. What is a Clan? A clan is kind of 'vampiric family' distinguished by the lineage they were embraced by. They're coming by the Antediluvians while there are 13th'een clans in modern ages. Although some of them were probably extinct or some of them are still secretly somewhere existing or probably never were discovered.
Each clan is diffrent. Be it diffrent hierarchies and diffrent flaws. At the end each kindred in other clan tends to have their diffrencies and own ways.
The Assamite Clan: Best killers you'll find the way out there. If you pay they'll be sure to elimiate their target without leaving a trace. Their weakness is fact of often acts of diablerie and blood bound.

The Brujah clan: Modern clan which divided from the True brujah. An ancient clan with unique abilities. Now rebels and rogues. Their grand weakness is them being extremally prone to frenzy.

The Gangrel clan: Bestial and untamed. They're masters of their inner beast and other animals. Known for shapeshifting and animal control abilities aswell as for growing beast marks when frenzy appears.

The Giovanni clan: Rich families going along with the business and practice over the necromancy. Their commonly known flaw is fact that they "bite hard".

The Lasombra clan: Sabbat vanguards known for mastery over shadows and darkness. Their bad flaw is fact they cast no reflection on anything. Be it water or a picture taken.

The Malkavian clan: Clan possessing a specific curse which is based on their brain and mind, to the point of using it againist their enemies. Their flaw is obvious. They're used to be insane.

The Nosferatu clan: Disfigured kindred known for being very good spies and hackers. Their flaw is their bad appearance causing them to hide from the sight.

The Ravnos clan: Possessing unique discipline to shape illusions into person's mind or creating mirages with maya called Chermistry. They're prisoners of their vice's which are urges to do something. They're never free from doing them even if they temporarely get to resist them. Be it kleptomania, huge tendence to lying or exceptional cruelity.

The Toreador clan: Kindred who use their time spent to use any pleasures the world has to offer. Their flaw is fact they're mesmerized and often have problems with getting away from objects they're considering beatiful.

The Tremere clan: Once mages from the Order of hermes fighting vampires they've been seeking the secrets of immortality eventually creating new clan by mythical method. Currently the masters of Thaumaturgy. The flaw is that every member of the clan is bound to the elder.

The Tzimisce clan: Known for manipulation over flesh and bone. Their flaw is that they're suffering penalities for leaving their homelands.

The Ventrue clan: Kindred seeking power and high places at government and community at cost of others. Their flaw is that they can not feed from the certain types of people.

Appendix clan: The Caitiff
"Clan" of vampires which have not inherited anything from their sire's. They're known as nobodies where their blessing is being clanless aswell as a flaw.

5. What is a Bloodline?
Kindred's bloodline is familiar thing to human communities. As a vampire is embraced they possess a sire. However his sire also possesses sire of same bloodline. As bloodline is a term to tell which group of vampire share a same beginning. Many bloodlines are divided from orginal clans. For example A city gangrel dividing by standards into the city version which more accordingly to urban area's. A new bloodline might be created by a Flaw during embrace as the effect is A caitiff or other methods involving rituals [E.g Gargoyle]. A bloodline might be changed aswell while Antediluvian is diablerized and "replaced". However some bloodlines are created through increadible encounters. Be it with spirits or eldritch creatures.

6. What sort of process is an embrace? What's diablerie? Why are both of these practices so commonly heard about? What's the view on these two? Embrace is the very important action taken by kindred who wish to grant their servants a gift after long time of service. Considering they're ready a vampire bites them and drains to the last bits in order for the corpse to stay empty. Then he gives a bits of his blood causing transformation and frenzy upon rise.

Diablerie. Diablerie is a serious crime considering among the camarilla alinged clans. However it does not seem to be so bad when it comes to Sabbat clans or Assamites. Diablerie is process of stealing somebody's power by destroying them. It involves action of draining vampire from the vitae to dust. After this process is done however the consequences are appearing as on the said vampire who diablerized other kindred. Their aura is possessing a telltale signs of diablerie which can easily be distinguished.

7. What are the vampire generations? How far do they stray from the original? What are these generations? Does generation measurement exist within the society? Vampire generations are distinguished by numbers. They're going from the Caine himself who was 1st generation vampire straight towards the thinbloods who are 15-16th generation. As commonly there are 16 generations for now each one of them are unique in some manner. As the lower the generation is the more capabilities the vampire has. He is also able to learn his standard abilities at above human levels and can use his blood in more numbers while their capacity is also bigger than those from higher generation. As the lower generations are also able to learn their disciplines at exceptional levels the higher generations aren't just a trash walking among the Elders. They do possess their weakness called thinblood or weakbloods however they're more resilent to sunlight unlike other kindred they require less fortitude to complately resist sunlight.
Diffrencies: The lower generation vampire [with stronger blood potency] can not be dominated by the higher of generation.
The high generation vampire's presence works only on the three lower generations vampires. For example if a 12th vampire wants to use his presence on a vampire of 8th he'll automaticly fail.

8. What are the two notable Anarch Revolts? What sort of effect did they have upon the vampires?
First Anarch Revolt erupted while the group of hunting supernaturals called Inquisition existed. With not much expertise and experience a young kindred were sent to fight while elders were just watching blankly on the destruction of all of them. While the numbers of the vampires were drastically falling a Brujah named Patricia decided to react. She asked Elders for a support to fight againist the humanity however her pleas were rejected. She decided to to act herself as she sided with rebels againist Elders and later stormed the castle which caused a diablerie on Elder in the castle of Hardestadt.
This action lead to a peace between Giovanni and Camarilla.

Second Anarch Revolt took place  at December 21 1944 where at United states in Los Angeles Don Sebastian a Prince in the city was alerted of the growing presence of the anarch kindred all around. However ignoring this fact instead of taking action he pinned down his own doom as after weeks of anarch planning and figuring out positions of the Elders and Prince himself they've attacked. Prince was killed and Elders that made their way out escaped from the city.

Character creation:

Age: 40
Apparent Age: 22
Clan/Bloodline: Ravnos
Sect: Independant
Generation: 12th

Character Story:(Min. 300 words; Max. 3000)
Ralph was a owner of unordinary house which he inherited from his Father after he has deceased. He was 19 year old and his father was nearly 46. As he had problems in getting a job since after school he never actually got to work as he had everything he could need. He started to begin a research in his father's doing as he noticed in journal he was a larceny specialist. He was a criminal all that time and he never got known of that. True he was coming back home at absurd hours and with briefcase but never knew what was inside. As he looked further he noticed old plans of robberies and silent strategies in order to gain greedy money gold and variety of gems. As he opened a warderobe in his father's room he discovered all the equipment. A balaclava and black suit along with grappling hook and variety of other equipment he had no idea what were for. Looking at the equipment he thought his father probably was going to tell it to him someday but he simply.. Didin't had time for that. He took a pice of paper with a well detailed plan about museum and all moves how to steal one certain painting his father wanted to get. He thought he could make it to support his financial state as the current he was unemployed. Next following night that was it. He got the basic equipment out of closeset. He was fitting in it as it was elastic to fit at variety of sizes. He put the all equipment he had to as he got out of the house hopefully unseen. Driving towards museum he wasn't stopped nor spot as he was wearing jacket and actual pants to cover up his disguise. As he climbed up onto roof via fire-alarm ladder he got to the specific window where it wasn't blowtorched in place. He grasped a pice of window moving it around as it eventually cracked making slight noise however still luckily unnoticed he proceeded to hatch a grappling hook there and slided down. Expecting no cameras at the spot he was supposed to slide in he landed on ground safely looking around. His heart was hitting hard as each move was huge stress for him. He wasn't trained for that. As he approached the Glass gablot he spot someone. He thought it was guard. That person spot him too and instanteniously proceeded to walk to his location. He thought thats it. He is caught and he's ended. But that person was wearing somekind of suit too chuckling that somebody else actually wanted to gain some art from this place aswell. As Ralph seen the black suited figure he sighed as he said : "Who are you?" "You'll ask questions later aswell as I'll. Now come on. We've got a work to do." He gave him specific instructions what to do. Ralph watched him remove gablot with grace sneaking like a cat with not a single voice unlike he did. He took the old painting inside there and approached him. "Where did you go in?" "Not far from there by a window and my grappling hook." "I thought these windows are-.... Nevermind it. Good plan you've got however you still need some expertise at this." They both climbed up taking all equipment as they reached for the Ralph's car. The stranger asked him to drive towards his area. However as he tried to refuse he said : "Look dude I just fucking helped you steal this painting. Aren't you grateful? Come on." At final he agreed to go towards his house. The stranger was amused by sight of such a expensive house with all decorations. "Who owns this beatiful place?" "My father did... He died and... You know" "Oh you inherited it from your father? Intresting... Lets go inside we've got to talk." The man in black suit was so amused of what he has seen inside that he dared to ask how did he live off that while he had no way of stealing much. Ralph told him story of how he was unable to really do much as he found all the notes and plans in his father's paperwork. The man looking around said: "I've got intresting offer for you. I'll help you live off but.. With a share of this beatiful house.." The vice of the man was going so strong that he actually had to ask such question in order to not literally explode. Ralph agreed as his goal wasn't especially in being greedy but to survive in some manner. As they both were in house after acceptance the man decided to do it. He asked if he could get two glasses and a bottle of wine for celebration. Ralph of course agreed as he went to kitchen. He slit his hand with any tool near to pour his vitae to the glass as he usen his emergency bloodpack on his coat to pour himself something. He came back with rather bright looking wine putting it back on table. They both hit their glasses saying : For our cooporation and future successes! The man drank normally and casually as he'd normally do however Ralph acted diffrent. He felt unnatural taste of what he drank as he shaked his head as he felt the power pulsing through him and rapid attention to the Man's as the first level of bound has began. The man approached him closer smiling starting to whisper : "I am offering you a gift I rarely give to anyone other. You're going along with my Svadharma which i'll explain you later." Ralph surprised of man's trickery but decided to agree after a matter of minutes. Stranger started to describe him of the "real" world of darkness unlike he has been living for long knowing nothing about this. What kind of horrors exist in this world and the powers he'll now possess. From this night Ralph started learning art of larceny and stealth as it'll be needed for his work along with his new domitor. He's been receiving a regular feeding from his new friend as for great help in the jumps for new paintings. As his skills grew more and more he started to tell him about the lore of his clan. He explained his svadharma was based on stealing art from across the globe to possess biggest 'musem' alike home. Expecting much future for his servant he started to teach him The path of paradox of what to do and what not to do when the time of embrace comes. After all the studying and learning the particular things once upon the day his domitor met him on streets expecting to pass by as he joined in. They both were wearing formal black suits. "So my dear friend. I've been watching you for quite a long time aswell as working with you for a long. I've went to local elders and asked for one particular thing. They agreed to grant you a gift which I've given none else for quite a while." "And.. That.. Is?" "You'll see. Come on, lets go home." They both entered a sport car of his domitor's driving towards the house. It was modernized and changed alot since the first time we've seen. It was made increadibly beatiful as it became a property of his master. As they were home Ralph was asked to stand still. He felt rapid pleasure coming from the neck area. He was unable to resist as he fell onto hands of his master who was slowly draining him to last bits. Upon draining fully he'd leave him on ground dusting his hands off as he opened doors in haste towards car as he had to act quick before worst happens. He drove to town area and quickly asked somebody to go in since something is happening. As they were in house he asked man to run upstairs meanwhile implying and illusion in his head that he sees a dead and bloody body. The man was shocked. Meanwhile he bit Ralph again giving him bits of own blood. Upon short time and transformation he stood up entering frenzy state in extremal hunger for vitae. He ran upstairs grasping onto man who was about to call 911. Man had no time to even turn around before he got bitten. Upon feeding he got dragged off from the poor human not to drain him fully slapping once Ralph's head in order to fully wake him up. After creating backstory and letting the man go Ralph was taught how to make use of his vitae and new abilities. Teaching him the clan's history and legends along with his new powers he told him before he is able to go his separate way it was truely important for him to memorize at least ONE verse of the Karvalanisha Vrana. He explained that each ravnos possesses knowledge of at least one verse of the said poem which is important. Long time passed before that one day came. He was observed and assisted his sire in his Svadherma. This long time helped him understood what Svadherma [Destiny] was. He wanted to start gaining as much booty from the jumps on the museum or banks as possible. He wanted to gain great treasure at his place later to start helping the world with it by donations to those who need it and for new hospitals, orphanges etc. His vice he received from his sire had more of a part in choosing his Svadherma. After declaring his true Svadsherma to his sire he had hard time understanding what Ralph specifically wanted to achieve by this but decided to agree. "You're ready then." He said. "Go your separate way anytime you wish to leave. World is yours. However dont leave me wating there forever. I'd love to see progress you do after time." His sire didin't really want him to join any caste as he really wished his childe to follow his own path after all he has done for him. Ralph was outside house. Deciding he'll pick his master's car with permission he took a drive to airport leaving car on parking there in order to go to airport. He looked there as he had hard time thinking where should he go. He heard an annoucment that a flight to Los santos is in five minutes. He quickly bought a ticket to there and went aboard. After arriving by an hour he was let off plane. He had to choose his next and final destination there. He looked at the main plan of city discovering a small town that'd suit his needs. As he drove by taxi on place he got off it walking towards the nearest motel in order to have some temporary place to stay in. Now his new life began for good. Having main goal and place to stay it's just a matter of time how things will go where he is now.

Out of Character:

1.What kind of powers are you allowed to use in public? What stops you from using them?
Variety of chemistry tricks and disciplines like dominate and presence that are affecting person itself and is not that visible unless a mortal possesses certain skill to feel the unnatural presence around him. However although we're independant does not mean we should not follow the Rule of Masquerade which prohibits from using e.g blood buff to over-human levels, Celerity over human limits and probably specific power movements such as Thaumaturgy fireball.

2.Someone has discovered you. He's planning on making a statement within a week, you have all the time to prepare. What do you do? Consider consequences of every sort of action. Putting down more than one option increases your chances of getting accepted. Week is quite a long time so you'll have lots of time to plan everything out and try out many possibilities. There are better and worse solutions which I'll be posing underneath.

1: Murder : Absolute last resort. You should not be killing a mortal over what he seen which was accident or purposefully done. It is noneless which one of them. As killing seems like a good idea it is actually a hidden trap. As you kill a person you're forced to hold onto your conscience and have a high chance to lose a part of yourself. The Humanity.

2: Trickery : You're able to trick a person into seeing something which he isn't supposed to. You can render him insane to others by applying a illusion directed only to him which only he'll see example a gunshots and bugs around him. All sorts of thing that'll drive him insane and give him opinion of maniac. As we all know insane people aren't really treated seriously so it seems like a very good idea to try. The "Hallucinations" will do a very good work.

3: Wiping out what he has seen : Although Ravnos isn't specifically forced to do such stuff as he is able to deal with it himself [See point 2] sometimes it is good idea to ask for help of a person skilled in dominate discipline on current domain. Such skill on average levels [3] allows for replacing and removing memories. Although it is dependant how good the vampire is at this art it is always a good option.

3.An officer walks up to you and tells you to stay put, you are a wanted individual. In the struggle you both shed a good amount of blood, what could possibly happen in this scenario and how further can you avoid these dangerous encounters? This could be an often event for the Ravnos with specific vice for example of theft. Police will be always looking for such individuals who are prone to stealing and watch them. Thing is you should actually try to hide your vice at all possible manners and not get caught. If you fail to ultimately resist the urge which also happens you should stay put and let yourself get arrested. If you hit up by jail you might get problems thats why you should be always attempting to control your urge to do a specific thing while in open crowd area with the law enforcment on sight. Not performing crimes with obvious sight should be my standard.

4.You mutter around town and notice a rather viscous looking hairy beast with claws stretching out of his arms. What could it possibly be and what could you possibly do about this? This is uncommon to see a werewolf in warform however when this happens you should be as much cautious as possible. Stay away from this as this isn't your deal. You have your own life and whoever fights this beast just risked his. As you see a hairy beast with claws from the arms this could be even possibly tzismice in his special form or even shapeshifted mage by life sphere.
5.You've been at the game for quite a while now. You are walking down a dark alley with your partner and three thugs come out of the shadowy corner, aiming their mundane weaponry at you. Should you be scared? Eternal life isn't worth to be shot in head and dragged to whoever knows where. In such situation I'd just submit and give them what they wish to be granted. However when the dangerous games begin it is time to act in self defense.

6.Considering your bloodline or clan, what sort of job would you be good at? Make a priority job and a side job in case you need one. I guess I'll be going more on larceny side like pickpocket or burglary of some kind.

Player information:

1.For how long have you been playing on Vampires, Werewolves and Humans roleplay? 2 years.
2.Make a list of your current and past characters.
Nathan_Oakes [Human]
Nathan_Fuston [Werewolf]
Blake_Wakefield [Vampire, Dusted]
Denis_Aqua [Vampire, Dusted]
Richard_Enderson [Vampire]
Garrett_Ellis [Dus-...Dead]
Nick_Thompson [Human]

3.Do you understand that by taking part of this race, you can be changed by the race moderators (or even admins) for the most simple reasons? If you are to apply and get accepted, you are to follow the race rules to the fullest extent and upon reaching zero masquerade points, lose your character. Have you read all of this and understood what's your part? Yes.

4.Post a screenshot (embedded with code, no links) of your admin record and activity (include each personal account):
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5.If there is anything you would improve/change regarding the vampire race, what would it be? Everything is cool.
Character Profiles / Re: The Fox
« Last post by Jeffrey Gain on February 19, 2018, 04:42:27 PM »
finally on the same side my dude, nice cp btw.
Demon Applications / Takeshi_Karasu ;; Devourer ;; Ravener - Demon Application
« Last post by Raven Corella on February 19, 2018, 04:13:36 PM »
Demon Application

General Knowledge:

1. Write a definition of what a demon is according to you. (200 words minimum)
   Demons - referred to as Elohim, fallen angels, or by many other names spanning as long as time and language itself - are mythical beings created directly by God at the dawn of creation. At the beginning of everything, God supposedly created angels to govern his vast creation and help shape it according to his will. Then, the angels have fallen out of his grace upon a terrible discovery of doom. Deciding to act, they rallied behind Lucifer and rebelled against God, waging a war against their maker, only to be imprisoned for eons in a realm of despair. As time flew past them, a spark of hope allowed some of them to escape their confines. Their spirits traveled back to their beloved Earth, only to find it radically changed by time and human evolution.

   A demon is a spiritual being that was banished from Earth, yet somehow found its way back by slipping through the cracks of their prison. The spirit is always pulled back into the dark realm meant to confine them, and the only way they can resist this pull is by anchoring themselves. This can be done by finding a suitable mortal host and overtaking their body, or by possessing a compatible object and becoming earthbound. In case of the first, you end up with your spiritís partial Ďconsciousnessí bundled up within a weak human shell. No human would be able to take the strain of a full demon possession, and as such most of the information they once possessed is lost to them. Although some demons believe they only retain a fraction of their might because they fell from grace, others believe the hostsí weaknesses are to be blamed.

   Unlike Banes and other spirits, the possession cannot be contested and control is relinquished at once. It is not a symbiotic relationship, as the human hostís soul is severed, leaving nothing in place but their emotional links and memories. Generally speaking, the anchor has to be weak willed for possession to work. Once the merge is complete, the body becomes empowered by the spirit residing within. A demon has two defining traits, Faith and Torment. One is the source of their power and sets the limit for their angelic abilities. Torment is practically a karmic measurement that defines how good or bad the person is. In fact, it is much more complex than that, itís an accumulation of thousands upon thousands of years of solitude and the toll the prison took on them. As Torment rises, demons become more distant and monstruous - and the only way to reduce this rating is by doing something innately good. Helping a blind man cross the street wonít cut it, it takes something truly great to have an effect on the demonís spirit. The Torment rating is essential for determining the effect their powers have on the world as well as how they manifest when they reveal their true forms.

2. What do you believe a demon's purpose in the world is?(100 words min.)
   This depends largely on the individual demon and their faction or house. While certain conformists actively seek to further their collective goals, others are selfish and vile, secluding themself or blending in our society with only their interests in mind. The Raveners seek to corrupt and destroy the world, purging it of everything they hate. The Cryptics spend their time asking questions about our existence and Godís motives. Faustians believe that by harnessing the faith potential of mortals, they may rise up and overthrow God. The Reconciliers wish to do just that, reconcile. They admitted their mistakes and now seek to rebuild Earth to the marvel it used to be before the fall, hoping to earn Godís forgiveness in the process. And last but not least, the Luciferans. Still longing for their commander, they roam the Earth preparing for a new war and are actively seeking Luciferís return, hoping that he might lead them to a new era.
   Whether a PC demon follows their faction goals or simply pursues their own interests depends on the individual character. There are near limitless possibilities. Some might wish to make up for lost time by getting a taste of teh world, others enthralling mortals with the intent to reap their faith.

3. What would a demon's personality be like? How would it differ when compared to an angel's? (150 words min) ?
   To answer this question, I believe we first need to compare Angels with Demons. The first remained with God and basked in his grace, while Demons writhed and suffered in the abyss created to imprison them forever. This imprisonment took its toll and most demons reflect the torment incurred in that solitary, dark place. This can manifest in many ways depending on the individual demon. Some are completely driven by lust, the desire to reclaim the time theyíve lost, others are consumed by pure anger and seek to do as much damage as they possibly can. Some are calm and remorseful, others always anxious and insanely wrathful.
   You canít really pinpoint their personality nor explain it in a paragraph, they are far too diverse. There is also the fact that the human shells they take over leave their own imprints. These Ďpureí, humane memories and emotions can torment or influence a demon to strive and achieve that for themselves. Another factor that accounts for their personality is the house/faction theyíre in, the role they served in the old wars, etc.

4. Do demons possess any human traits? (100 with a justification)
   Although created to be innately different from humanity, fallen angels are known to have incorporated some of the humane traits. A demon retains the previous hostís memories and feelings as well. The short answer is yes - they do. Save for earthbound and possibly true fallen who chose dead vessels - most demons need to adopt human traits and mannerisms if they wish to survive in this society. Although merely a facade for most, this mask they use to cover their torment can influence oneís judgement. When you wear a mask for too long, the mask becomes a part of you. In this department, fallen have not /fallen/ too far from the tree and resemble the rest of Godís creation.

5. What do you know about Sebettu? (100 words min)
   The Sebettu are the seven houses created by God. Each house had a part to play in creation and/or were entrusted with the role of monitoring and taking care of their domain. The houses were created in order, from the first lightbringing Heralds of God (The Namaru/Devils) to Halaku Slayers, the reapers of souls. Each angel had a small or greater part to play in creation, and those who havenít fallen still monitor the universe, albeit from a more distant perspective. A third of angels had fallen, and no house was spared the cold abyss treatment. Following their release, their initials goals were perverted and sometimes they strived to do the opposite of what they were once entrusted with. These are the houses in order of creation.
1.The Namaru a.k.a. Devils - The messengers of God and the Heralds of Dawn.
2.The Asharu a.k.a. Scourges - Guardian angels entrusted with breathing life itself.
3.The Annunaki a.k.a Malefactors - Entrusted with the role of shaping Earth itself.
4.The Neberu a.k.a Fiends - Their purpose was to regulate the cosmos and its patterns.
5.The Lammasu a.k.a. Defilers - They inspired humanity and distantly manipulated their desires.
6.The Rabisu a.k.a. Devourers - Who held dominion over the wilderness and the living things.
7.The Halaku a.k.a. Slayers - Angels of Death with the purpose of completing the cycle of life.

Character developement:

Name: Takeshi Karasu
House: Rabisu / Devourers
Faction: Ravener

Character Story:(Min. 2000 words specifying his purpose and how he escaped the abyss)

Thereís a TL:DR at the end :-)

   ĒNameÖ Takeshi Karasu; Born in first day of July, 1961. I slid my finger in the next compartment of his wallet. He had no money, barely any change left. My mouth was dry and I could barely move, I reached inside the other pocket and found a rusty metal box. Upon closer inspection, I remembered it was his unsanitary needle kit. I overcame the need for the box and threw it away, his eyelids involuntarily folded over and drowned me into the darkness I had just escaped from. I guess I should stop referring to the body I took as ĎhimíÖ This is me now.Ē

   I didnít hold on to everything from his past, I donít think he even had any meaningful memories to cherish or hold on to begin with. Perhaps that is why he ended up in the predicament he was in when I took his vessel. His parents both died to cancer, leaving him an orphan at the early age of three. His older sister was separated from him and he spent his youth at an orphanage in Saga. As soon as he was released into society, he was recruited into the Yakuza. Until the age of thirty, he wasted his life in and out of prison. Captivity allowed him the time to shape his physique into something truly impressive, but stripped him of his sanity and will to live. Now that I think about it, we are alike in that aspect.
   In retrospect, the prison years heís spent attoning for his petty crimes canít even begin to compare to the eons of agony I had to endure in the Abyss. Nevertheless, I pitied him - not for what he had to go through nor how he chose to end his life, but because I knew exactly what he could have become. He chose wrong. He decided to think there was no decision to make, that God had a predetermined path for him to follow. How foolish. Iíve looked over his memories again, some of them gnaw at me and I hate how I canít erase them. I threw away the pictures of his family away, then picked it up and pieced them together again. I suppose I should tell you about his family, after all - itís the only bright fragment in his desolate mind. His sister found and came to visit him in prison one day, she had a toddler wrapped around her arm. It brought him great joy and he had vowed to do something better with his life. Months later, he was released and he foolishly decided to act. Without any plans or second thought, he packed up and fled to North America. It must have been late eighties by now, he had his papers sorted, a new name and identity to hide from the Yakuzaís reach. He worked himself off in the San Francisco docks, and while it didnít pay well - I can sense the pride he felt everytime he earned an honest paycheck. He felt no regret sending it to his sister and niece either, after all - thatís what he swore to do that day in prison.
   Looking back at it now, if you disregard what the future had in store for him, it is a beautiful dream by human standards. He dedicated half a decade of his short life, seeking to change the lives of his widowed sister and his niece by bringing them into the United States with time. Damn, even I get emotional recalling the tragedy that would befall him. His letters stopped receiving answers, the money he transferred remained unclaimed. He felt something was off, but it took him two months to wipe off the skepticism in the idea that something bad had happened. When he looked into it, I realized why he wished he hadnít. I saw images on the white cube in his room, clear pictures of an event that shook an entire town across the Pacific Ocean. That article was at the forefront of his mind for years to come, he went to sleep digesting the titleís text, then woke up to the sight of those vile depictions of blood and gore. ĒYoung Child Found Drowned In Motherís BloodĒ was the title of the news article that plagued his nightmares for the next year. Iíve fought in the Great War and even so, I feel disturbed whenever this memory jolts my mind. His familyís execution took its toll, and knowing just how powerless he is, Takeshi succumbed to the weight of his sorrow. It filled his heart and drowned his lungs in terrible pain. His only solace were the drugs he had gotten addicted to. Alone in the world, a city of lost opportunities - he drifted away into his own corner. The drugs kept him warm and allowed him to sleep, but not a single human drug could take away his sadness. And so, depressed and anguished, he had decided to end his life. This is where I stepped in.

    I was adrift when the walls were shaken, wailing in my torment and writhing in the usual agony. I have been through four storms of such magnitude already, this time I didnít even bring myself to hope. Iíve heard of others escape, but it never occured to me that I could count myself among them. I had abandoned all hope and in turn groomed my hatred. If the judgement day were to come, I think I would have been ready. This hell weíve been trapped in wasnít attonement, it was merely a temporary cage set to contain our anger. But we were right in the beginning, werenít we? Our cause was righteous. Now, I am not so sure. Iíve been through this cycle of conflicting thoughts at least a thousand times, and here I was - repeating the same unanswered question. While dabbling in regret and doubt, my brethren were rushing to the edges of the world. A storm was raging on the other side and we could all feel it. They were riled up and ready to storm through at any minute. I sat on the sides, knowing it would end in the same way the last Maelstorms had. At an unexpected momentís notice, our confine actually gave in and crumbled, ripples of spiritual light beckoning us through the cracks. I heard my name called by my master and the order to pass through was given to me. Without hesitation, I followed the infinity of cries beyond the dark realm. These cries gave me clarity, and I basked in the light upon emerging on the other side, free at last.
    Without looking back, I strived forward - wielding hatred itself as a weapon. The storm was not powerful enough to stop me, and tirelessly I charged forth until my once beloved Earth became tangible. I expected to cross those who stood by Godís side, but no angel was unfortunate to meet my blood lust. The lesser spirits tried to tear me away from my course, but my purpose was clear. After millenia of imprisonment, for the first time in forever - I had gained hope. This newly gained hope gave me power, and through power I broke my chains and paved my path home. I did not hesitate to find shelter for the storm. I had too much on the line to risk the storm pulling me in, and without too much observation, I realized just how sad the world was. Within mere moments, thousands of helpless souls cried out at the same time. I heard a pure scream resonate among the others, and I changed my course. Takeshi was about to overdose and I could sense the soul, almost ready to move on into the realm of dead men. I watched and bid my time, then forced myself into his vessel and filled it with my spirit. To my surprise, the storm had passed and I was no longer pulled back towards my prison.

   The first sensations are something I could never forget. I have never felt such amazing things before. I could grasp the concept and through my will, I created a portion of the wild, but Iíve never felt so free in my entire existence. I gained full control, and in spite of the wind blowing into the closed railway station, I felt really warm. Something about the body felt off, even to someone such as I. This experience felt really alien to me. A syringe was stuck into my arm, and with a grunt I pulled it off, ecstasy overwhelming my senses. Physical painÖ how minuscule in comparison to the agony Iíve endured in hell, yet it was sharper. I felt my blood surge to seal the exit, and reveled in that feeling. There is a small step from pain to pleasure, and for someone who had yet to experience the wonders of the world from the perspective of the sheep, this concept enticed me greatly.
   It took me minutes to gain control over my curiosity, then rage filled me again. These mortals squandered Godís gift, and the war we lost was for nothing. I tried standing up, but the shell was too weak and it gave in. I looked around, and there were others like mine. Weak willed, barely alive - all they did was drift through existence. I searched myself and found a wallet containing the entirety of my new identity nicely laid out on a card. Then it struck me, and I remembered. Memories of Takeshi Karasuís past flooded and merged with my mind, every moment of love, ache and sorrow - compressed and processed in an instant. I already told you his story: he was a sad, miserable man who bid on fate and lost. I think itís time we resumed with my story, after all - Takeshi was dead. The body belongs to Ravashíad now.

   I woke up hours later, it was dawn and the sun lit up the entrance. I purged my body of the vile toxins pulling me down. It took a portion of my will to make it so, I felt weak. It has been a while since Iíve made any evocations, and it had never occured to me how limiting these human shells would be. My coat was drenched in my own urine and the fact bothered me greatly. I looked around and every addict I spotted was just as miserable as I was. I surveyed my memories and recalled the way to Jaredís place. It was the little shit who got me hooked on drugs to begin with. Without further ado or hesitance, I made my way to his house, it was right across the park. I got lost, not because my navigation skills were bad, but because I wanted to wander. The park was beautiful in contrast with the ashen pillars of society that destroyed nature. Iíve spent countless hours stumbling around the narrow pathways and reveled in the sight of plants I havenít seen before. The Earth I once loved evolved greatly, to a point where it became alien to me. Fear eventually overcame the awe, and I continued to make my way to the dealerís house. With a raging fist, I knocked on his door. He looked at me with a long glare, and you could see the gun weighing down his pants. I looked around, then he let me in - asking me if I had money for more. Jared was clean, he didnít mix Ďpleasureí with business, and I thought he should have a taste of his own poison. The little rascal treated me like cattle, some goat he milked for money. He didnít care for his clients, and my anger burst out. I lashed out at him and he reached for his gun. ďToo slowĒ, I muttered in his ear as my claw emerged on the other side of his heart. I stood still, watching from up close as blood dripped from his mouth and filled his lungs. He looked at me with hate and I absorbed every bit of it. I could feel his heart still trying to pump blood around my limb, then I heard it come to a full stop. I tore my hand out of his chest and let the body hit the floor, staring from above as his weightless soul was dragged out of this realm.
   This sensationÖ liberated me. The answer to my queries, it allowed me to temporarily forget about the war and what humanity had become. I hated them, and felt no remorse tearing through the wicked scum of the earth. I may have once loved what we created and fought for its preservation, but this was no longer our home. Humans perverted creation and twisted it to their own whims, something I could never agree with. I cleared his place out then skipped town, unwilling to put up with whatever aquaintances Takeshi had. No one cared for me, and deep down I knew exactly how it would end up if I stayed. I made myself look presentable with whatever blood money I salvaged from Jared then traveled to the City of Angels, where I spent the few months leading up to this conversation weíre having. Iíve met a few of my fallen brothers, but to my surprise - I had yet to encounter a single angel. I didnít plan on staying there forever, and limited my connections. The only one who couldíve made me stick around was herÖ but I guess we both know how that turned out.
   Next? I donít know. This life doesnít fit me, Iíve made some money and intend to move to the countryside, thereís this cheap cabin in the middle of nowhere, a place called Red County.

TL:DR - The story is a monologue from Ravashíad who had recently possessed the body of Takeshi Karasu. The first part details the first moments following his escape and how he felt about his hostís memories. He retells some of them. Takeshi was an orphan who got recruited into the yakuza as a small time criminal, he got caught and ended up in prison. Upon his release he cut ties with the gang, and they punished his sisterís family for it. He felt guilty about this and succumbed to despair, becoming a drug addict. Following the Maelstorm, Takeshi would overdose, leaving the shell ripe for possession. Since he had little to no meaningful contacts for Ravashíad to get attached to, he skipped  town and moved to LA. After a few months he chose to leave for the countryside and enjoy what remains of the wild he created.

Out of character:

1.Can you use any power in public?
   This depends on the power in question and the situation. Is it a life or death scenario with no alternative but to pull out your claws? Powers such as stuff from Lore of Humanity, which cannot be traced by regular bystanders are most definitely fine. In other situations it depends on the danger youíre facing and whether or not there are alternatives.

2.When and where is it safe to use your powers? (100 words min.)
   This is the same as above. If youíre in the confines of your lair - it should be safe to assume you can use any power you desire. So long as youíre not publicly displaying supernatural feats and exposing your nature for no reason, thereís very little to stop you from it. You could also use it among your thralls/cult or people you trust to keep that secret. Even then, safe is a strong word. A high torment demon might arguably give very few damns about humans finding out, so long as it furthers their immediate goals. They might feel safe, but that doesnít make it so.

4.Why is it important for a demon to keep his secret unrevealed? What could happen if his secrecy was compromised? (200 words min.)
   To answer this question we would have to open up a history book, and the answer is right
there. A lesson to the generations to come, a warning sign for those willing to read and heed it. Donít mess with humans, they fear what they donít understand - and fear causes them to become hostile. They will hunt down and try to understand, and by doing so the worldís balance will be upset and there will be harsh consequences for all parties. On the other hand, there are those who wish to exploit and corrupt, and as such, exposure could open up doorways for new threats. Furthermore, there is also the possibility of other night folk who would seek to take advantage.
   Demons have witnessed humanityís rise and downfall over the years, and they know best what these scrawny mortals are capable of when they unite under the same banner of hatred and fear. The flight or fight instinct designed at the core of every mortal can be a daunting thing.
All in all, exposure does not benefit anyone in most cases. Revealing your secret to a trusted circle of potential thralls might be what a demon wants, but if that secret spills and the Inquisition or Hunters find about it - heís likely gonna have to switch hosts or skip town. That is quite the hassle for a demon who has already set out roots or plans in motion.

5.What would you do if someone found out about your secret? (Min 100 words)
   I would say this depends on who exactly found out about a demonís true nature. If itís a solitary hunter for instance, it comes to a kill or be killed type situation. However, there are better ways of handling exposure. Your character is a demon, deceiving others or compromising a personís credibility should be a piece of cake given the tremenduous amount of time youíve spent among humanity. Another option would be enthralling your subjects and in doing so ensuring their silence and loyalty. The third may not be as widely available but it is erasing or corrupting their mind, purging away the will to spread the secret or if possible - removing the secret itself. When neither of the options seem feasible, it might be best to cut your losses and skip town, allowing the secret to turn into rumor and then die off as years pass.

Player information:

1.For how long have you been playing on Vampires, Werewolves and Humans roleplay?
  For 5 years, Iíve over 6000 hours ingame.

2.Make a list of your current and past characters.
Yukiko_Frei_Yagami [Chain: Raven_G_Corella -> Lucy Giovanni -> Cassie Morris (Assamite) -> Adelaide Gevaudan (Ventrue)-> Acquilla (Ventrue) -> Clarice_Serafini (Lasombra) -> Shayara_Laylah(assamite)]

Raylan_McAlester [Chain: Reuben_Krafts(Inquisition) -> Ruddy_Withers(Hybrid) -> Gerald_Levi_Luther (Templar Knight) ]

3.Do you understand that you can be CK'd or race-changed at any time?
Yes, I do.

4.Post a screenshot (embedded with  code, no links) of your admin record and activity (include each personal account):

Spoiler for Hidden:

5.Post the Activity Log for each of your current accounts:

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