Like the rest of her kind, she has forever said her farewell to the light. Hunting the nights, living on the remnants of others' lives... But what do the other Childer of Caine truly know of darkness?
Legal Name: Camila Blackrose Given Name: Carmel Haddad Birth: October 31, 1613 Race: Vampire (?) Bloodline: Demons Allegiance: Azaneali Sire: Dad
Camila usually will not wander around with her true appearance, she adapts like a chameleon, fitting herself and her behavior into the environment, she might appear as anything and anyone; Thus, there are only a few who really knows what truly lies beneath. When Camila does not put her disguise up however, she can be recognized as a young businesswoman in her early twenties. While she is indeed once used to appear somewhat like a Mesopotamian, though with extraordinarily pale skin that sort of disguised it, she now appears to be Asian... (?) Regardless of her ethnicity, her English is very fluent and it is hard to tell whether she is a native speaker or not. Camila usually looks down on everything and anyone, believing this world is rotten to its core and doomed from the first place, she believes - she knows, that the only way to cure it is to bring the end. While she does possess a morbid world view, she refrains from actually showing it as it can question the integrity of her disguise. Most people do stay below her radar while the faithful and the scholar stand as a beacon in the darkness to her and her malicious conspiracies. No matter where she goes, the mark of the doom accompanies her, filling the room with menace in such a mysterious way that both frighten and allure her surroundings. Subverting their minds and dominating them into submission like puppets on strings under her control.
Predators to all, older than reality as we know it, the ones who predate even the Fallen, yet got earth steamrolled on top of them just to find themselves buried under the soil and cast into an eternal prison in the darkness. So have happened to the Fallen, which proves to be a repeated history. These creatures hold the keys to the universe and will one day burst out of their shackles to lay their destruction and end the existence.
Cainites, the legacy of Caine... the ones with the given potential for "enter life", yet most fail to recognize that their unlives are merely temporary, and death comes to all by the end of the day. Those how cower from the truth usually end up manipulated by the Camarilla, and those who acknowledge it and try to prevent it side the Sabbat... yet nearly none of them is wise enough to comprehend that the end is inevitable... so why bother?
Half Spirits living in the flesh. Most will fight to death for their ideology to bring the Wyrm down, knowing that its minions are growing in size at an unstopabble pace. Yet not all of them are fooled by their Gaia, and those are willing to take the glimpse beyond and work with what they've got.
Mere children with too much power in their hands. The majority are still foolish mortals, yet some have dared to take a glimpse beyond... combined with their incomprehensible power the results are deadly.
My true brothers and sisters, perhaps the only people in the entire universe I would ever be able to put my trust in. As much as death is a holy and shall be savored, I sincerely can not say that I don't miss you, the ones who fell in Sinai to the Israeli army. One day I will bring the choir back to its blasphemous glory once again - I PROMISE.
̸̫̥̻͈̹͛ ̷̛̙ ̷̲̼͍͂̄ ̸̖̣̪̫̥̐̐͛͠ ̷̠͙̫̳̽̽̐ ̶̺͖͊̀͘͜ ̴͔̠̥̝̌͠ͅ ̶̪̯̼͌͊ ̸͉͎̼͓͈̐̓̚ ̷̢͓̰̠͐̇́͂͠ ̶̖͕̗̤͈̽̍̅̑ ̴̧̬̠̭͒̏̽ ̵̧͍̲̤͕̏̽̈́̄ ̵̧̡̇͗̌ ̸̢̛̹̂̈́̄ ̷͇̝̻̈͗̅ ̷̹̺̳͗͘ ̸̄̎̐̍ͅ ̴͍̬͉̗̹̇ ̵̧̲̖̝̗͘ ̴̥̺͉̪̹̀̀͋͂ ̷͉͙̣̾͠ ̷̠̬̔͊́͆ ̸̦̀͑ͅ ̷͉͖̪͔̃̋͗ ̵͓̅̀̚ ̶̡̦̼̈̆͋̊̚ ̴͈̲̣͕͒́̑͘̚͜ ̵̠̅̿ ̴͍͔̝͔̈̀͆̓͝ ̴̱̳̙͐̇̅͝ ̷͖͈̝͙̒ ̶̺͔͚̩̣́͝ ̴̨̡̂̂̋͒ͅ ̷͉̱͎̜͍̽͗ ̶̬̏̌ ̴̲̮͐̑̽ ̷̢̬̮̾́͛̍̂ ̷̦̙͆̍͘͝ ̶̨͚͌͛̂̀ ̴̧̞̫̞̤̉͌ ̴̖̐͘ ̷̪͈́̅͑ ̵̞̾̆ ̸̪̻̫̻͂ ̵̺̓̅̔̅͝ ̵͚̒́̇ ̵̛͔̻͙͜ ̸̛͓͎̰͉͙̊͌̈́̇ ̴̨̺̻̚ ̸̡̬͇̏ ̶̧̰͠ ̷͈̭͖͋͑̎͂ ̷͎̼̜̥͛̑͘ ̶̖̼͔͐̉̄͘ ̷̨̪̪̔̃̈́̈ ̵̙̦̼͊̔͘ ̶̮͈̙̖̖̈̽ ̵̧̬̱̘͌̂̓ ̷̤̒ ̴̩̣̮̯̎̍̎̉ ̴͕̬̟̙̕ ̵̟͍̈ ̵͚̪͎̂͒͆̌ ̷͕̪̼̣̊̂ ̴͍̃̉ ̷͚̑̎̌̒̕ ̷̲̩͖̤͌ ̴̦̳̓̀͝͠ ̴̹̦̺̈́̍̿ ̷̪̜̻̒͑͜ ̷͍͈̈́̇̊́ ̸̤͉̄̐͝ͅ ̵̯̂͜ ̷̫̫̑̈́̕͝ ̷̧̧̽̀ ̶̠́͌͐̕ ̸͆̂̀̇ͅ ̷̖̤͔̠̳̌̋ ̶̝̹͕̈̽̃͘̕͜ͅ ̵̜͈̦̜͖̊̄̌͛ ̵̟͚͚͕̤̏̈́̍̐̕ ̴̲̔͠ ̷̥͚̆̉͛̾̅ ̶̠͇̰͍͐ ̵̢̡̠͉̓ ̴̢͓̘̤̲̓͆̒̈́̍ ̴͎̭͇̟͒̈́̔ ̷̻͙̝̦̫̉̅̉ ̶̢̛̞̮̱̌́ ̷̭̼̞̪̈́͑ ̶̞̤͑͋̃̄̍ ̵̳̫̮̍̔̀͒͛ ̴͉͒̏ ̷̭͂͗̆̈́ ̵͓͒ͅ ̶̰̐̍͝ ̴̮̬̈́͒ ̸̺̓ ̴̡͎̘͎̊̀ ̷̬̼̼̈́̿̒ ̴̮̓́͒̚ ̶̪͇͈͖̤̐̑͗́ ̶̫͉̥̾͜ ̶̦̪̍͝ͅ ̴̹͙̾̆͘ ̷̥͕̖͐̿̾͒͌ ̵̢̤͉͎̜̒ ̵̟͍̗̈͌̋̎ ̷̠̞̪̦̦̐͌́̾̿ ̴͎͚́͒̽̚ ̴̞͉̖̰̎ ̶̩̮̥͑́̀̀̋ ̶̨̉ ̸̝̗͚͌̉͑̀͝ͅ ̸̡̜̬̩̀ͅ ̶̛͖͖͛ ̴͚̝̲̳͈̔́̃ ̷̭̹͇̈́̑ ̸̦̳̫̇͗̈̽͂ ̷̹̤̲̖̔̓́̉͊͜ ̶̢̣͗͝ ̸̱͓̄̈̽̎͝ ̵̳̪̑̔̕͜ ̷̯̠͔̹͆̔̉ ̵̫̈ ̸̛̬̭͉͚̅̏̕͝ ̴̨̛̳̏͝ ̶̢̻̱̍̓ ̸̧̑̅̊ ̷̛̙ ̷̲̼͍͂̄ ̸̖̣̪̫̥̐̐͛͠ ̷̠͙̫̳̽̽̐ ̶̺͖͊̀͘͜ ̴͔̠̥̝̌͠ͅ ̶̪̯̼͌͊ ̸͉͎̼͓͈̐̓̚ ̷̢͓̰̠͐̇́͂͠ ̶̖͕̗̤͈̽̍̅̑ ̴̧̬̠̭͒̏̽ ̵̧͍̲̤͕̏̽̈́̄ ̵̧̡̇͗̌ ̸̢̛̹̂̈́̄ ̷͇̝̻̈͗̅ ̷̹̺̳͗͘ ̸̄̎̐̍ͅ ̴͍̬͉̗̹̇ ̵̧̲̖̝̗͘ ̴̥̺͉̪̹̀̀͋͂ ̷͉͙̣̾͠ ̷̠̬̔͊́͆ ̸̦̀͑ͅ ̷͉͖̪͔̃̋͗ ̵͓̅̀̚ ̶̡̦̼̈̆͋̊̚ ̴͈̲̣͕͒́̑͘̚͜ ̵̠̅̿ ̴͍͔̝͔̈̀͆̓͝ ̴̱̳̙͐̇̅͝ ̷͖͈̝͙̒ ̶̺͔͚̩̣́͝ ̴̨̡̂̂̋͒ͅ ̷͉̱͎̜͍̽͗ ̶̬̏̌ ̴̲̮͐̑̽ ̷̢̬̮̾́͛̍̂ ̷̦̙͆̍͘͝ ̶̨͚͌͛̂̀ ̴̧̞̫̞̤̉͌ ̴̖̐͘ ̷̪͈́̅͑ ̵̞̾̆ ̸̪̻̫̻͂ ̵̺̓̅̔̅͝ ̵͚̒́̇ ̵̛͔̻͙͜ ̸̛͓͎̰͉͙̊͌̈́̇ ̴̨̺̻̚ ̸̡̬͇̏ ̶̧̰͠ ̷͈̭͖͋͑̎͂ ̷͎̼̜̥͛̑͘ ̶̖̼͔͐̉̄͘ ̷̨̪̪̔̃̈́̈ ̵̙̦̼͊̔͘ ̶̮͈̙̖̖̈̽ ̵̧̬̱̘͌̂̓ ̷̤̒ ̴̩̣̮̯̎̍̎̉ ̴͕̬̟̙̕ ̵̟͍̈ ̵͚̪͎̂͒͆̌ ̷͕̪̼̣̊̂ ̴͍̃̉ ̷͚̑̎̌̒̕ ̷̲̩͖̤͌ ̴̦̳̓̀͝͠ ̴̹̦̺̈́̍̿ ̷̪̜̻̒͑͜ ̷͍͈̈́̇̊́ ̸̤͉̄̐͝ͅ ̵̯̂͜ ̷̫̫̑̈́̕͝ ̷̧̧̽̀ ̶̠́͌͐̕ ̸͆̂̀̇ͅ ̷̖̤͔̠̳̌̋ ̶̝̹͕̈̽̃͘̕͜ͅ ̵̜͈̦̜͖̊̄̌͛ ̵̟͚͚͕̤̏̈́̍̐̕ ̴̲̔͠ ̷̥͚̆̉͛̾̅ ̶̠͇̰͍͐ ̵̢̡̠͉̓ ̴̢͓̘̤̲̓͆̒̈́̍ ̴͎̭͇̟͒̈́̔ ̷̻͙̝̦̫̉̅̉ ̶̢̛̞̮̱̌́ ̷̭̼̞̪̈́͑ ̶̞̤͑͋̃̄̍ ̵̳̫̮̍̔̀͒͛ ̴͉͒̏ ̷̭͂͗̆̈́ ̵͓͒ͅ ̶̰̐̍͝ ̴̮̬̈́͒ ̸̺̓ ̴̡͎̘͎̊̀ ̷̬̼̼̈́̿̒ ̴̮̓́͒̚ ̶̪͇͈͖̤̐̑͗́ ̶̫͉̥̾͜ ̶̦̪̍͝ͅ ̴̹͙̾̆͘ ̷̥͕̖͐̿̾͒͌ ̵̢̤͉͎̜̒ ̵̟͍̗̈͌̋̎ ̷̠̞̪̦̦̐͌́̾̿ ̴͎͚́͒̽̚ ̴̞͉̖̰̎ ̶̩̮̥͑́̀̀̋ ̶̨̉ ̸̝̗͚͌̉͑̀͝ͅ ̸̡̜̬̩̀ͅ ̶̛͖͖͛ ̴͚̝̲̳͈̔́̃ ̷̭̹͇̈́̑ ̸̦̳̫̇͗̈̽͂ ̷̹̤̲̖̔̓́̉͊͜ ̶̢̣͗͝ ̸̱͓̄̈̽̎͝ ̵̳̪̑̔̕͜ ̷̯̠͔̹͆̔̉ ̵̫̈ ̸̛̬̭͉͚̅̏̕͝ ̴̨̛̳̏͝ ̶̢̻̱̍̓ ̸̧̑̅̊
First I had my plans to make you into my personal blood doll, then you ended up as my only vice, and finally the one who against all the odds made it into my heart. An empress I would make you, once you'll set free from your emotional shackles.
The retired warrior of the place, a natural leader with an unshakeable personality. Used once to lead the Cainites around the place yet that is no longer the case. I look up to your deeds yet disappointed of the way you handle betrayal. Nonetheless, I still apreciate what you've done for me.
Once a brainless wild animal who is unable to mutter a word properly, and now spitting words of wisedom. I haven't formed my mind about you completely yet, though it seems like you're quite of the trusting type. I could use that fact against you, but the question is why would I?
You're a special one, you are a Hunter who knows of my existence yet did not operate and decided to ally me instead. Quite fascinating I shall say, I do not know you by 100% just yet, but time will tell where our relationship will go. Hopefully to the right direction, you seem to be of a worthy ally.
A mortal who ascended his capabilities through his connection to his ancestors, well aware of his surroundings and can be proved to be a valuable asset. Yet I'm afraid that his mouth is a little too big, while the majority of the things he says sounds like nonsense, portions of truth are present in his words from time to time.
This world has much greater powers than mere Kindred, those powers have names... Names that are hidden in blood and shadows, away from the sight of the ignorant. The Baali knows where they sleep, and someday will awaken them to lay their waste unto the world.
where did all the cool stuff gowell anyways, looks clean i guess, good luck crystal
what fucking idiot would take a photo of a woman in the smoke and halloween makeup for a fucking IDENTIFICATION GOVERNMENT ISSUED CARD
Quote from: Leon on November 23, 2021, 01:29:02 AMwhat fucking idiot would take a photo of a woman in the smoke and halloween makeup for a fucking IDENTIFICATION GOVERNMENT ISSUED CARDdid u miss the date of birth? xd
