The Syrisian Coven: Phsycic Sadist {Repost} OPEN

Anyone is welcome to join, no PMing neccessary. I need at least five phsycics and five victims. If you play a phsycic you are allowed to fuck another phsycic. You can play more than one character but not 2 phsycics. No playing ur own characters victim. Have fun!

Name: Marionette Syris {Phsycic}
Age: 22
Hair: (waist length) Light Purple
Eyes: Green
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Background: Marionette discovered her phsycic powers at age 6 and by age 7 could control them. She has telekenetic as well as being able to manipulate minds. At age 11 she founded the Syrisian Coven, as a refugee for fellow phsycics. The property was a large gothic style manor on the front of a large lake. She had manipulated a wealthy billionare to give her the property as well as a large sum of money. Marionette devolped sadistic tendencies at age 16 as well as being a masochist. Her room, the largest one was part bedroom and partly her private torture chamber.

Marionette was sitting calmly in the main room of the coven stating out the window. Things at the manor had begun to get boring since they had worn out thier old play toys. She had personally made sure they were disposed of properly. It was time that she found some new play toys. She stood walking over to a panel in the wall. She carefully picked 5 pictures on the screen making sure to add a pretty girl for her self. She sent 5 carefully made invites to a private party at the manor to each of the selected people. Returning to the middle of the room she called for her decorators and begin to prep the manor. It was rime for a new game to begin.

Name: Tamon Pardas
Age: 22
Appearance: Darkblond hair of medium length and blue eyes. His facial features are soft and his body athletic.
Background: Tamon is the son of wealthy parents, but their relationship to him is rather bad. He is intelligent, but pretty shy and prude and he doesn't have any real friends which leads to the fact that he isn't really content with his live. He spents his days sitting at his computer, reading or whatching TV, while he feels a deep urge to find new social contacts.

Tamon was sitting at the table in the centre of his living room. Doubtful he stared at the piece of paper, which lay on top of it. A invite to a party in a manor he never heard of with no hint who had sent it. Something felt totally wrong about this.. dangerous.. but probably this was just some kind of social-paranoia again. What did he has to lose? In worst case he would arrive and leave again some minutes later. With that in mind he stood up. It was time to go and find the right collection of clothes to wear that evening.