Miami: Lust & Mayhem [Lycan & Vampires]

[Masume]

Present Day : Miami Florida.

The city of Miami is notorious for it’s extraordinary nightlife, high living, loose women and bountiful beaches. Whether it be high profile businessmen, strippers or hungry actors and actress, those who flock to this city do so with good reason. To live their lives to the fullest. Though as many already know, when something is looks to good to be true; it probably is. Behind the g-strings and dollar signs are dark secrets. Races of Lycanthropes fill in the inner city and rule the nights. Kept under sealed lips is this secret. They blend in with society to the best of their ability, working regular jobs until the sun goes down. Rebel clans are disgusted by the idea of being ‘normal’ and feel they are truly superior.

So come and join us in this ride of lust and massacre.


Those welcome

Vampires and hunters. For now. We will expand through this later.
I’m looking for an owner for Cocksucker as well, male or female. Doesn’t matter. This person is pretty much like family with my character as we both basically run the bar.


Character Form

Name: Masume Madden
Age: 22
Occupation: Bartender @ Cocksucker [Famous Bar & Grill in the core of Miami]

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And this was what we called, the calm before the storm. You could still hear the birds chirping through the rare stillness of South Beach. At the first sight of Dawn Masume was out and ready to open up shop. She stood next to her bike, her dearly loved possession. The waves crashing and the salty air engulfed her and soothed away the ache from the exhaustion of last night. Bartending one of the hottest spots in south Beach was no easy task but she loved every second of it. Not to mention the toe curling, earth shattering sex she had last night.

Yeah that kept her up most of the night…right…who was she kidding. She hadn’t taken a decent man to bed in months. It was pathetic really, but there was no place for a Lycan to get a good lay anymore. Most descended away from South Beach as hunters began to camp out here. As unfortunate as that was, Masume welcomed the challenged. She liked hunters, she provoked hunters whenever possible. She was still here, still breathing, still kicking and as long as she was, she would take every opportunity to bring them down.

But now was not the time to dwell on trivial things. Her secret was safe. The only other person who knew was the owner of Cocksucker. Hiking up her black dress she spread her legs over the bike, the matching black garters she wore exposed for all who cared to look. Painting her legs were thick fishnet stockings. A necessity to all of her outfits. Honestly, she hated dresses she was more of a leather and lace gal. But opted for the dress for a change in routine. And perhaps because her level of sexual desire were up a couple more notches and this was sort of a last resort, before she would have to make another trip to that lovely sex store near her studio apartment.

In a matter of minutes, she arrived at the bar, in the morning they would have the locals rushing in to get a decent meal before work and play. It was funny how such a risqué ‘bar’ turned into a relaxing getaway in the daytime and then a rambunctious, glorified mess of drunks by evenings end. Never any trouble Cocksucker was for the purely fun. No messing around. Masume saw to that. Anyone that even came close to causing a disturbance was personally taken care of. And it didn’t hurt that she knew her way around a good butcher knife she was never without. Not as easy as a gun, but call her crazy she just loved to play psycho bitch and chop a finger off or too. Yes, when her buttons wee pushed to the limit she was left with no choice but to let those who wronged her remember.

“Lovely morning isn’t it?” Masume grinned, looking at her partner in crime. “You’re early…no mind blowing sex last night? And oh my…could it be? No hangover?”

Masume turned on the heel of her boot. “Something must be terribly wrong.” Poking her rosy tongue in her cheek she rested a hand on her hip. It wasn’t like her partner to look fresh and recharged.

[Anyone is welcome to reply. I’ve left this open to anyone who would like the be the owner of the bar as well]

 

[flagrant abuse]

Eusebio Deville
285 but looks mid 20's
Vampire

Eusebio's Father was a french explorer and botanist who had travelled to Brazil for the flaura and fauna. There he had met Eusebio's mother. She was just 16 at the time. She had looked after him whilst he stayed in a small village and after she had brought him his evening meal, he had raped her. He left in the morning for the Amazon and never returned, leaving a young, shaken girl shivering in the corner. This was the traumatic beginning of eusebio's life. His mother died during labour and he was looked after by an old widow, who carried out the one last wish of his mother, that her son had his father's surname.
Life was traumatic for Eusebio and when the widow who had nursed him died when he was 19, he chose to escape brazil. By this time he was a young man with a slender but strong body, tanned skin and the refined french features and luscious black hair. He boarded a ship and travelled to England. From there he moved to Europe and eventually ended up in Eastern Europe in Romania. It was here that he met a beautiful, powerful older lady. She took a shine to him and invited him in to her home, an eerily beautiful and luxurious mansion. It was here that she turned him. The city was crawling with hunters and it wasn't going to be long before they came knocking. She told him everything and at the end, she bit him. He stayed for a while and for a short period, they terrorised the city as his vampiric lust took over him. The two of them would bring back beautiful young virgins and strong, handsome men from the fields and subit them to glorious pleasure and torture. For that short, blissful time they bathed in blood. But it was not long before the hunter's found them and Eusebio was forced to leave, as his beautiful partner was destroyed.
He spent the next few years hunting down the hunters and making them pay. Once they were gone, he travelled the world, initially with a terrible lust for blood and an evil hatred, but slowly, over a century or two, he calmed down. And so here he was in Miami. He liked it here, it satisfied his needs. A beautiful girl could disappear and they'd just blame it on some black guy. He was a celebrity in Miami. He turned up on the music scene like a phenomenon. An underground DJ and producer he was at the height of the avant-garde music scene, twisting brutal electronic beats with funk, soul and hip-hop. He played all over the world, but his home was Miami. He played small, seedy clubs as well as for big celebrities parties who wanted the new coolest thing. The DJ scene suited his nighttime lifdestyle. In Miami he grew his hair long, like a rock star and wore smart, but distressed rock star clothes and sunglasses. He smoked almost constantly, I mean hell, if you're virtually immortal, there's nothing to worry about!
The Cocksucker was a bar he sometimes played at, he liked the dirty vibe about the place and the sexy clientele. No one knew he was resonsible for the girl who'd gone missing there last year, in that place, he was as good as hero-worshipped.

OOC: There's the possibility for a female vampire partner in crime, one who I'd turned on my rampaging journey! We could do some devilish things together
p.s. hope you like and that it wasn't too long, I kinda got carried away!

 

[PredatorX]

Name: Michael Crowe
Age: 28
Occupation: Manager @Cocksucker

A smile formed on Michaels lips when he saw Masume enter the bar. He had just finished some financial reports and was pleased that business was good. He had gotten up early this morning just to finish the paperwork and was in a good mood. The only thing he regretted was denying sex with a very sexy redhead the night before. He remembered her pouting mouth when he said no.

He brushed a lock of his black hair from his green eyes as Masume came to stand next to him. “Lovely morning isn’t it?” She said with a grin. Returning her grin with a smile of his own. “You’re early…no mind blowing sex last night? And oh my…could it be? No hangover?” Smiling a little sadly he said. "Not that i didn´t had any option to have as you put it. Mind blowing sex." He crossed his arms and leant forward a little towards her. His smile widened as she said. “Something must be terribly wrong.” He sniffed at her clothes and her throat with a grin. "Well. I must say that i am not the only one that did not have sex last night." Smiling softly to her he added. "How long have you gone without? It´s not healthy you know." As a Lycan he could smell if someone had recently sex. In Masume´s case he could tell she had not in a long time.

 

[Masume]

OOC: Hoping more members join us up. I would like this to be a long time thread that grows with a plot and of course a lot of steamy sex!

IC:

“Waaay too long.” Masume agreed, flipping on various light switches. The rainbow coated dance floor to the far right light up as well, random squared blinking. The bar was more vibrant than any ordinary bar, it was a club, bar and restaurant all rolled up in one. The atmosphere normally had a very upbeat and unpredictable nature, one Masume adjusted with very well.

Again, Michael was able to read her like a book. Longtime friendships had a way of doing so. “Maybe I’m just picky now.” Masume joked. She was never one to interrogate whom she took to bed. Serious relationships never happened for her and she intended on keeping things that way. A good fuck here and there was what she craved. And what she hoped to get tonight.

 

[PredatorX]

Michael put the financial papers back in the folder as he grinned at Masume. "Yeah you are picky, but that is not a bad thing." Grinning wider he looks at her. "I am picky as well, but i get laid quite often." Tapping her shoulder in mocking sympathy. "How can that be?" He asks quite arrogantly.

 

[Masume]

[Bump - We need more players that can make things a little more exciting. Night will be approaching our role-play soon and that's when the good stuff happens. So join us! Don't make me beg!!]

Masume rolled her eyes at her partner's arrogance. Grinning, her sharp teeth glistened ever so slightly. "How can that be huh? Well women in Miami tend to have low standards especially the ones that waltz in here and just crawl all over you. Does the word Gold-digger bring anyone to mind?"

Masume held back a chuckle as she placed chairs on the floor and fired up the grill. Customers would be flocking inside within a matter of minutes now. Moving behind the bar, she placed a shot glass and poured herself some Smirnoff ice. Sure, it was early in the morning…who cared? A local band would be playing tonight; they’re first gig in ages to her knowledge. Masume was a groupie most would say. She love watching a man strum a good guitar or belt out some hard lyrics. Not only that but musicians knew how to fuck. They had magic fingers and knew how to caress, unfold and make love to every inch of her flesh.

Hat made the last few month’s all the more worse. She needed to be fucked. “Oooh Customers’” Masume greeted them a few regulars took their place in a booth. “Duty calls.” She winked at Michael before grabbing a pad of paper and a pen. There was no need for a menu as these people came here every single morning rain or shine. She didn’t mind morning shifts it was the night where things really got interesting.

 

[MorbidIce]

(ooc- Will be joining asap! )

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Adrianna Rousseaux

Stats:

Adrianna Rousseaux

143 years old, but she looks the same age as she was turned, 19 years old...

Her Sire, and now her Lover, Eusebio Deville

Vampire

Long chocolate brown hair with golden highlights, sparkling silver hued eyes..

Exotic and beautiful, turned when still in her innocence.. having never been touched by a man, not until her fateful meeting with the handsome, charming, dangerous, Eusebio... He had not turned her right away, so taken was He by her sheer beauty, and the sweetness of a girl so very innocent in the midst of decadent Paris France...

She was mesmorized by the handsome, charming, stranger that had come into her young life. She did not know who or what He was. She had no idea of the connection that had been forged between the handsome one and her own family...

She did not find that out until the moment He decided to take her, to turn her from the sweet, beautiful, innocent girl that she was, into a stunningly gorgeous, and wickedly vicious vampire that she now is. He divulged His interest in her, she carrying the same blood, or at least a trace of that bloodline ...thru marriage and births and unions, of the same man who had sooo brutally raped His mother. Her eyes widened, she may have been sweet and innocent, but Adrianna knew revenge when she scented it, and at that moment it was all over the Handsome Eusebio, the man who now held her in His arms, in the moonlight, alone... all alone... She tried to fight, but He was much to strong. The scream that came to her lips was silenced by His hand clamping over her mouth, His fangs, razor sharp, finding and easily sinking within, the tender flesh of her throat.
Her body arched, eyes wide and staring, He lowering her to the ground beneath Him as He fed, His fangs never leaving her throat.. her sweet blood flowing.. She was nearly naked at this point, so, passionate had they been only moments before. He took her virginity at the very same moment He took her humanity... Blood feeding Him from her very heart, blood surround Him as He plunged deep into her body... She finding the most extreme pleasure and pain intermingled...

Adrianna hated Him.. and she was deeply, and completely in love with Him... She fed that very same night.. her emergence as a vampire was complete...

From that moment on, she was at His side, His travels taking them all over the world...

They now found themselves in Miami Florida, of all places. And despite the large amount of sunshine this place got, it still was perfect for the 2 Vampires. The nightlife was as sinister as it could get, with the back alleys, and the many many underground clubs. There were many Vampires that lived or just partied and fed in the area.

Her Lover.. Eusebio, took to the life like she had never seen. It fit Him like a second skin. His wildness, His rock star image, from the clothes to the long unruly mane.. His attitude, His strength and ever so handsome good looks only won Him fans, admirers, and a myriad of girls to fuck and feed on.. Did this make Adrianna jealous? Perhaps a twinge, but she was deep in the vampire lifestyle now herself, and had her own choices of fucks, and food.. Many thought she was a groupie to Eusebio... others knew her to be one of His many Lovers... None knew of the connection between the 2... a connection now soo deep, that to sever it would be next to impossible. He always came back to her.. she always was either at His side, or came back to Him after a night out. Never were they apart for long, and never would one betray the other...

The Cocksucker was His new favorite haunt, and she too loved it there. It was easy to get whatever was needed there.. a quiet corner in the dark to just watch.. a crowded and wild dance floor to let loose.. private rooms to use for fucking, or in her and Eusebio's case, feeding.. music.. booze..drugs.. sex... blood and rock and roll, all were easily found at the Cocksucker...~

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Adrianna:

 

[MorbidIce]

Arinn Maxinco

.vitals.

name. Arinn Maxinco
sex. Female
age. 20
occupation. roadie
found in. various bars, depending where her band is
species. human

.physical.

hair. Dark chocolate brown, almost black
eyes. Warm cinnamon
skin. caramel and flawless
weight. A lady never reveals her weight.
height. 5'7

.mental.

[switch] . [playful] . [devious] . [good natured]​

 

[Masume]

bumidy bump

 

[MorbidIce]

It was good to be home after many weeks on the road, watching her band trying to make a living – Arinn was sick of the bullshit, sick of them being worthless speed-heads. They were going no where and dragging her down with them; ugh, stress, stress and more stress! ’Definitely going to quit.’ She decided as she walked into her favorite bar, hands tucked deep into her pant’s pockets.

Arinn was one of those infamous regulars at Cocksucker, always in when she had a minute or her druggie band was out of work. She liked to come and sit, get hold of her thoughts and daydream while she listened to a /decent/ band play.

Taking a seat at her usual table, Arinn let her fingers wander through dark-chocolate hair, that length having been pulled up into a ponytail and left to cascade between her shoulder blades. Pulling her chair out, she seated herself, waiting for Masume to make her way around.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

ooc: Thinking of joining, y'all got room for another character?

 

[Masume]

OOC: Feel fre to join!

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Name: Duncan “Dutch” Tiegle
Race: Lycanthrope (Black Panther)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bodybuilder, Occasional Bouncer/Bodyguard if the opportunity presents itself
Hair: Blue-black
Eyes: Caramel Brown
Weapons: None usually, though he his handy with a baseball bat, and carries a pair of heavy pistols when he’s doing Bodyguard work. Practices Capoeira fighting techniques and is versed in Escrima Stick fighting, though he isn’t as good as he wishes he were.
Clothing: Whatever, as long as it doesn’t restrict his movement
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 265 lbs.

Physical description: He has worked hard to craft a body that can intimidate even in his human form, thereby saving him the trouble of having to disrupt his life when he changes, and most would say he has succeeded. In fact, most describe him as “A wall of grinning Muscle”. His ready smile, and warm brown eyes mark him as friendly, and in fact he is, right up until you cross him. Most that have don’t like to think about what happened afterwards.

http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/Rufus_The_Mad/Dutch1.jpg

Post to follow soon!

 

[Masume]

“Arinn, up early. How are you hun.” Masume was ready with a pot of coffee pouring it into a power blue mug and slid it towards Arinn. She’d known Arinn for close 3 years now. She was another one of the regulars and the few regulars Masume kept close too.

“How’s the band doing?” Masume knew fully well that they were struggling. She tried to help as much as she could by having them play for her in the bar whenever she could. The demand for musicians was so great at Cocksucker. There was always a live band or karaoke star listed for the week.

Masume leaned onto the counter. “Seriously, are you alright?”

 

[PredatorX]

Michael just grinned at Masume´s remarks about the women he had slept with as having low standards and being gold diggers. There where a point of truth in those remarks he knew. Not much but it was usual the women that took the initiative. The term gold diggers where not very right as he did not give them anything, except pleasure. In return pleasure, was the only thing he wanted from them.

Michael smiled at Masumi´s back when she went to Arinn´s table. So Arinn was back. He went to the back room and digged in his pant pocket for his key ring. Finding it he opened the safe they kept there. He placed the folder with the financial papers inside before closing and locking the safe. Once out in the bar again Michael poured himself a Jack Daniels and while sipping the whiskey, he kept an eye on the increasing customers.

 

[MorbidIce]

"Too early, I feel like I was hit by a truck." Arinn replied good-naturedly, cinnamon gaze flicking upward to meet Masume's. "Take a seat? I haven't gotten to chat with you for awhile." No, this was the first time she'd been in cocksucker for almost a month- It was good to be back, that was for sure. She'd been coming to the place regularily for three years, if not more.

"The band?" Arinn repeated, rolling her eyes. "Ugh, I think I'm going to.." She paused, "Well, quit." She shrugged, shaking her head, her ponytail bobbing with her movements. Her hands moved to circle that lovely blue mug with her elixer of life within it, lifting it to her lips and drinking. "Mm, wonderful coffee, as always."

She hated mornings, they terrible- generally, she liked to sleep until noon or so, although she'd been restless this morning. Why? She wasn't quite sure, but she followed her instincts right into the bar on her first morning back. "Yeah, I'm good. Finally figured out I was getting royally fucked by our 'leader'." She snickered, shaking her head. "He's gonna be pissed when I tell him to take his job and shove it where the sun don't shine."

Ah yes, she was a happy little camper in the morning.

 

[blackopal19]

ooc-looks like fun!

Name: Josie Fasthorse
Race: Native American
Species: Vampire
Physical: Long black hair that reaches nearly the small of her back, mocha colored skin, athletic but slim, dark eyes, 5ft4

History:

Josie was a rare one. Her brown skin made her stand out from most vampires, a remenent from her life before her afterlife. She was born to the fierce and nomadic band of Lakota, where she grew into her teen years as free willed and strong as any Lakota woman. But then, strangers came into her land. Strangers more odd than white men alone.

She didn't know who made her. Only that one night as she was gazing at the stars he took her. She can still remember the rage she felt...but also the strong desire to live that night, and so had fed with him and sealed the new vampire life she would now live to enternity.

She had also fled him soon after. He made no attempt to follow her. She spent a few painful weeks of watching her family band at night, from afar. She would always return to some dark place during the day, but the night time was hers....

Eventually times changed. She was forgotten. Just another woman taken by the spirits. From then on she roamed the earth going from one city to another, from one country to another, always searching for something she couldn't define.

ic

The night had found her in the new city of Miami. The nightlife drew her to CockSuckers, a bar and club that seemed popular. She hadn't partied much that night, and just took a room to sleep the day away in.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Dropping the shfter of his custom built Infinity Coupe into park, Dutch let his head fall back against the headrest. He had been awake for over twenty hours now, and his latest client had been a complete idiot. He was too tired to face a workout at the moment, even though he knew he would have to pay for it later.

Easing out of the silver vehicle, the muscular Lycan blinked slowly in the morning sun before reaching into the pocket of his vest to retrieve his shades. He hated wearing this get up almost as much as he hated having put up with that simpering moron for the last few days, but at least the pay was good. He hadn't even really needed a bodyguard, not really. He had wanted a good show of muscle, and had been willing to pay for it. He was just lucky that his agent kept his hand in the the trades, and was able to call down top dollar for his services.

But the bulge in his wallet didn't mean anything in the face of a lack of caffine, so he staggered to the sidewalk and gazed up at the sign overhead. Ahh, the 'Sucker, always the best coffee in town for those that found themselves forced to be awake this early in the day. Pushing his way inside, he slid the glasses down his nose and inhaled deeply, smiling as the scent of that heavenly brew wafted into his nostrils.

Waving at Masume, he held his hands as if in prayer and gave her his best "poor me" expression, before grinning widely and speaking up at last. "Mornin Masume, I don't suppose you have an IV bag for that coffee do you?"

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Wanna what?

Would like to join if possible, need a former porn star turned vampire with a taste for lycan blood?

 

[PredatorX]

hehe sounds like fun, who says a vampire couldn´t have been a porn star when still alive?

 

[erusian]

He hated this. The buzzing of the waking city crowded his mind, stealing his focus. His lip curled in contempt as he passed a Triple X street hawker, still plying his trade at this early hour, "Right this way, gentlemen! They're young! They're fresh! They're everything you could ever wish for (you miserable fucking perverts)!" That last bit had been under his breath. He didn't think anyone had heard him, but Lucas had a sharp ear; he heard him just fine.

He checked the street sign at the corner: Ardshire and Fourth. One block to go. A manhole cover belched a rancid blast of steam as he passed over, fanning out the tails of his grey leather trench coat. The stench of the urine-stained alleyways wafted across his path, reminding him of home.

Home.

Lucas smiled sardonically at the word. What is home to the cursed? Home suggests a refuge, solace. He had no such haven. Lucas had only the quest.

The humid, sticky air reverberated with the thump of a heavy baseline, barely contained by the blackened brick walls that housed the Cocksucker. Aptly named. There wasn't much of popular culture that held appeal for Lucas, but that had almost always been the case. He had survived centuries of fads and fashions and fuckheads.

Lucas took a moment outside the entrance, collecting himself and memorizing the exterior layout. Well, at least it's not a goth club.

Given the chance, Lucas would have gladly hunted down the progenitors of the 'Goth' culture and gutted them all. His work had become exponentially more difficult with the advent of the 'pale and tragic' movement. This had provided a perfect environment and camouflage for blood-sucking leeches.

The bouncer eyed him as he turned his attention to the bike parked outside. Lucas didn't cast a terribly intimidating shadow. He was of average height and build. His face was mildly handsome, but not alarmingly so. He rarely smiled and he needed a shave. The grey striped through his goatee marked him as older than he appeared. To the keen observer, the infinite depths of pain and experience reflected in his eyes revealed that he was much, much older still.

Lucas nodded to the bouncer and entered the club. He passed straight through the din of the vacant dance floor and made for the quieter confines of the bar in the back. It seemed that most of the club's early hour denizens had done the same. After collecting a shot of Bushmill's, he nestled into his spite in a darkened corner and scanned the room for his mark...

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Name: Angelina Salazar
Race: Lycanthrope
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Occupation: Undercover cop on the take.
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Hazel
Weapons: Usually carrying a 9mm automatic hidden on her person or in her purse
Clothing: Depends on her assignment, but usually slutty, street-walker garb
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 140 lbs.

Description: Angelina is a third-generation Cuban American. Her family fled Cuba due to the Communists' policy of hunting down and killing the small but independently-minded Lycan population. She grew up wanting to be a cop, to fight injustice and give something back to the country that accepted (sort-of) her family.

She didn't last six months on the force, before falling prey to the lure of money. The drug dealers dealt in millions, and Angelina couldn't resist. She has an arrangement with one of the biggest dealers in the Miami area whereby she busts a few pushers and dealers, focuses mainly on busting users and johns, and in exchange is given large amounts of money.

Angelina now walks a fine line between her Cuban and Lycan heritages, and the desire to live a life of decadence and luxury with the bribe money she has saved up over the last year or two.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

IC:

Angelina entered the Cocksucker, in her best "I'm really not a hooker, honest" outfit. A dark blue miniskirt, white tank-top, thin blue jacket, and 2" heels, complemented with makeup that was somewhere between restrained and painful. She felt the weight of her automatic and badge in her purse. Her weapon and her shield, which might have made her feel dignified, and on the right side, if it weren't complimented by a cool grand of spending money that she "earned" by tipping off a local drug pusher of an impending raid by Vice and SWAT. The fact that she took a bribe despite the traditions of honor that her Cuban and lycan family had tried to instill in her bothered her far less, than the fact that she felt no guilt at all about having done so. What had started out for her as an opportunity to crusade against the worst kinds of scum that humanity could produce, had become instead a lucrative career of aiding and abetting some of the most dangerous and deadly criminals in Florida.

And yet. Her senses were keen. Her wolfish ancestry gave her a nose that many drug-dogs would have envied, and she could tell as soon as she entered the club that, early as it was, the coke and pot was already beginning to be passed. The Ecstacy was already being popped, and the LSD dropped. And then there were the non-humans. The lycans and vampires. Angelina had yet to become heavily involved with Miami's Other night-life but had always feared that she would. Tonight, the scents were so strong, she had the unpleasant feeling that this would change.