V;tm — The Vixens Inn OOC

[StarXChyld]

The Vixen’s Inn will be based loosely (but not too loosely) on the RP game called Vampire; The Masquerade. I would ask that those interested either be familiar with the White Wolf game or willing to spend a few bucks to buy the book and learn the basic premise of the game. (Trust me, it will be well worth your time and money.)

Having played this game for over 3 years online, I am more than willing to work with anyone willing to learn the game as long as you have the book. It will help if we’re all on the same page, literally. ::soft smile::

Having said all that, here is the basic idea. There are six Traditions that the Vampires of the Masquerade must follow. These are listed in order:


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 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.

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.

THE FOURTH TRADITION: THE ACCOUNTING
Those thou create are thine own children. Until thy Progeny shall be Released, thou shall command them in all things. Their sins are thine to endure.

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.

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 among thee shall call the Blood Hunt.






Okay, got all that? Let’s move on and meet the Clans. . .

BRUJAH: Respecting no authority and acknowledging no leaders, the “rabble” consider themselves free.

GANGREL: Loners and drifters, the “outlanders” are the only Kindred who dare venture outside the cities.

MALKAVIAN: Commonly (and correctly) believed to be insane, the “kooks” nonetheless posses an uncanny vision and wisdom.

NOSFERATU: Ostracized and misunderstood by others, the hideous “sewer rats” live out their sordid existences in hiding.

TOREADOR: Known for their hedonistic ways, the “degenerates” prefer to think of themselves as artists.

TREMERE: Wizards descended from an ancient legacy, the “warlocks” work together to increase their influence and power.

VENTRUE: Aristocrats of rarefied taste and manner, the “Blue Bloods” are leaders of cool cunning.

CAITIFF: Those with no clan — the outcasts and the disgraced.

CAMARILLA: All of the above clans belong to the Camarilla. The Camarilla concerns itself with the Masquerade, thereby hoping to maintain a place for Kindred in the modern nights. The Camarilla is an open society; it claims all vampires as members (whether they want to belong or not), and any vampire may claim membership, regardless of lineage. The Elders of each clan will hold meetings to discuss any business or concerns of the Camarilla at large. Think of it as our Federal Government.



SABBAT: Rumored to have its origins in a medieval death cult, the Sabbat is greatly feared by Kindred who do not belong to it. The sect is monstrous and violent, and no longer clings to any trappings of human philosophy or morality. Members instead revel in their vampiric unlives. The Sabbat actively seeks the overthrow of the Traditions, the destruction of the Camarilla, and the subjugation of humankind.

Sound fun so far? Good! Sounds complicated. You bet! Get the book and you’ll thank me later.

In order to assure a successful game here, I’d ask that those interested in playing please PM me with their Character Creation. For those of you that have played this before, the more complex your Character Creation, the higher generation I will allow. But no one will have a higher generation than a “5” for the purposes of this game. For those new to the game, you’ll start with a generation of “13”. As the storyteller, I’ll move you up as I see progress in your characters abilities. As characters are approved, you’ll be asked to post your Character creation here in the OOC Folder, so that there will be no disputes (hopefully) later on down the line. This is where I’ll also update character generations, hand out Flaws and Merits (evil laugh) and let you know who’s who in the Camarilla.

Still with me here? Wow! You must really want to play. Great! Start working on those C.C.’s and PM me. If you want to play and want me to help you create a character the first thing I’m going to ask you to do is GET THE BOOK. Please don’t ask me to help you without that book in hand. Help me help you. VAMPIRE; THE MASQUERADE by White Wolf publishing.

Scratching your head and wondering what the hell this has to do with SRP???? Tsk! Tsk! Vampires are an extremely sexual bunch. And yes, you will be allowed to engage in intercourse with other vampires as well as any humans you happen to “cum” upon. Just remember, it’ll cost you. It takes a lot of blood points to “get it up” and after a go at it, you will be required to rest for awhile. So you better make sure you get to someplace where the sun won’t find you the next morning.::winx::

Once your character has been accepted and approved, I’ll ask you to post your C.C. here and then mosey on over to the story thread to introduce your character there. Slots for the Elders in each Clan will be filled on a first come, first chosen basis. The Elders will be allowed certain privileges (higher generation means more stamina in the bedroom) as well as looking after your particular clan of Blood-suckers. Each Elder will be afforded his/her own thread for their clan with “V;tm Your Clan Here” signaling a tie-in to this game. As the game progresses you will be allowed to jump from one thread to another as your character interacts with those of another thread (read: clan). Of course, this would be allowed only after you abided by the FIFTH TRADITION. You Did read the Traditions, didn’t you?

Oh! One more thing. . .Take a real hard look at those Traditions up there again. Break any of them and you’re immediately out of the thread. Fair enough? Unless, of course, you happen to be Sabbat. ::wicked grin:: We don’t play by those rules. Saffire and whoever the lucky stiff is that gets to play Razor will be occasionally dropping in on your threads to see who’s been naughty and who’s been nice, and maybe trying to lure a few of you away from the Camarilla altogether. ::wicked evil chuckle::

Okay, that’s enough to either have you typing up your C.C., running to the store to buy your book or clicking this thread away forever. Of course, the choice is up to you.

 

[Steiner]

Oooh! Me first!

What a great idea! This is a rich and evocative setting open to all kinds of deliciousnes, debauchery and mind games. And you get to look good wearing black!

It's kind of like "The Matrix" for the mortally challenged!

First things first, here's an intro for my Gangrel, Lars.


The first thing that Lars heard as he started to come to was squabbling voices. That didn't seem very fair at all - hardly any sort of a wakeup after three long decades of enforced sleep. Sight was the next sense to slowly start returning and the images he did see were even more unsettling than the argument he'd been listening to. Three people, dressed in black, watched excitedly as two others heatedly argued about something he couldn't make out - waving hands in each others faces and gesturing animatedly.

An alien presence reached deep into Lars, the wooden stake buried so deeply in his chest that it had penetrated the stone lid of the high stone coffin he sprawled on - clearly the group hadn't wanted to take any chances on him waking before they were ready for him, his feverishly spinning mind having identified them now - a Sabbat hunting pack. These small groups of younger vampires hunted for Elders to consume, increasing their own power and gaining status from the removal of powerful foes at the same time. That Lars had been locked in torpor after coming off decidedly the worst in a fight just made matters easier for them. He supposed he owed Erick no hard feelings, he had been leading the pack for over a hundred years and supremacy had obviously softened him too much.

Matters were clearly coming to a head in the centre of the tomb, the problem with these hunting parties were that they tended to be a hotbed of ambition and sometimes underlings weren't willing to settle for the promise that they would one day recieve an Elder of their own to drain. Harsh words turned to hard blows, as the male and female vampires were soon shoving each other back and forth jockeying for advantage. The female overreached and was punished by her opponent with a slash across the chest that drove her hard back against the tomb Lars lay on. As the dazed vampire lay back against Lars, her opponent stepped up to finish matters and the desperate underdog fumbled across the tomb lid for some impromptu weapon to even the odds. Lars felt the vampires hand close about the stake in his chest and tear it free, desperate strength driving her forward to plunge the wooden shaft into the heart of her opponent. As the defeated ex-leader sank to the ground, the victor raised her arms in the air and snarled at her packmates, daring them to do as she had done. The three fell back in fear, their terror clear on white faces.

Lucilla, the victorious Sabbat hunter, acknowledged the fear on her companions faces as her just tribute, but thought they were overdoing things slightly, so long as they didn't seek to challenge her they were in no danger from her at all. Then she looked down at the stake in her rivals chest and her mouth dropped open as she remembered where she had snatched it from. Spinning on her heel she turned just in time to see the hulking shape behind her stretch out an arm as thick as her leg and wrap its fingers round her throat. The three walking members of the Sabbat hunting group managed to claw the thick wooden door open, finally, and flee from the grisly sounds as the awakened Gangrel Elder fed.

An hour later, the two Sabbat who had squabbled over his body were crumbling bones and dust in the Crypt beneath St. Michaels and Lars found himself again on the streets of London. Things were bound to have changed since his Biker gang had ruled a stretch of Eastend Dockland, but Lars was an urban predator, and the hunting here had always been good.


OOC:
Gangrel stay on the outside of Kindred politics, and Lars is no exception. Even amongst other Gangrel he is viewed as being unambitious. A small group of followers, enough turf to feed safely from and as little interference as possible from the local Prince is all he has asked for the entire span of his second life. Born in the late 1200's Lars fled the Christianisation of his homeland to the wilds of Germany. Living for some time in the Black Forest he became little more than a story told to children to keep them from playing too far into the woods. The march of progress, however, eroded the wild places of Europe until Lars was forced to become a city creature. To his surprise he soon found himself quite at home amongst the poorer inhabitants. The creation of the Camarilla forced Lars to mix with other Vampires as their society grew in the thriving cities, and he soon found he had little time for clever wordplay or scheming. This almost proved to be his undoing, as time and again he was used as a dupe by more cunning kindred in their Machiavellian plots. After one particularly bad reversal he was forced to flee to England, where he remained through the 19th and 20th Century. He never stayed in one place for more than twenty or thirty years, and his last role had been as the leader of a gang of bikers based in London. This gave him an excellent cover, as there are many urban areas in Britian within a nights travel by motorcycle and Lars took his gang from place to place, ostensibly looking for a "rumble" or carrying out petty crime. In the end his lack of ambition caused him to be usurped by his own Lieutenant who had been persuaded to settle down and carve some turf out in the Eastend. During the fight, Lars was staked and left for dead.

Despite his great age and power, Lars has little use for what he considers "fancy tricks". Most of the strange powers he picked up he did so whilst roaming the Black Forest and so he can see in the dark, sprout huge claws from his fists and assume the form of a wolf at need. He can also sink into bare earth or grass to spend the night safe from the Sun. All of his other powers are tied into physical prowess, which has become superhuman over the centuries. He is fast, strong and tireless and must take care to perform within mortal limits in mixed company. Although he is physically impressive he is not persuasive, learned and he is too straightforward to be inclined to the subtle. Constant manipulation has made him somewhat suspicious of suave domineering types, but once you break down his defences he is generally putty in the right hands.

 

[StarXChyld]

Dark Smile

Welcome to the game. Steiner. I congratulate you for being so brave to step up first. And for that great deed, I bestow upon you the title of Gangrel Elder.

First the good news (being Sabbat, I rather enjoy giving the bad news later so I can relish the pain all the more fully, you understand. hehehe). Because you are here first and have claimed your title, you will recieve your very own thread to post with all those in your clan. (I'll have that up for you shortly.) Second, being the Elder of the Clan means you may sire at will as stated under the THIRD TRADITION. Of course, you understand that you will be responsible for any and all chyldren you do so sire. And lastly, you will be awarded 40 Blood Points.

Blood Points? You ask. Ahhh yes, in order to copulate, you must use Blood Points. The more stenuous the activity, the more points you'll use up. A sexual act will cost you anywhere from 2 to 8 Blood Points. Let me give you an example. . .A blow job would cost 2 pts whereas the complete act of copulation would cost you the full 8. Get it? Once you've used all your Blood points, you're dead. That's how we play here at Literotica. ::big grin::

In order to restore your Blood Points, you must "feed". Each time you "feed" you'll be given 8 more points. If you forget to "feed" or can't find a suitable victim. . .er. . .I mean, "meal" and you use all your Blood points, you're DEAD.

Now you gettin' it? ::evil laugh:: Hey, I'm Sabbat and it's my game. You're the one that decided to play, remember? I get to watch all you Camarilla types humping like bunnies and I control the Blood Points.

Once again, welcome to the game, Steiner. It'll be a pleasure watching you, I'm sure. ::sultry purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr:::

For all the rest of you lurkers. . .yes, I see you peeking in here and running for the hills. It ain't that hard to play this. I'm not asking for a full-blown Character Sheet listing all your disciplines and what not. Know the basics of the game and you're in, okay?

Don't be shy. I don't bite. . .hard.

Now the bad part for Steiner and the good part for the rest of you that want to try this but might be a bit hesitant. Steiner's done the hard part for the Gangrel clan. He's taken on the responsibility of watching over all you little furry-faces out there (if you had the book, you'd know what that meant!). If you're looking for an easier way into the game, PM Steiner and join his clan. You get to have all the fun and none of the responsibility!!!

::glances over her shoulder at the weeping Steiner:: Ahhhhh, I do so love to see a grown man cry!

 

[Lady_Kit]

Bump for a Pal

Oh Sexy & Beautious Star,
I knew you were a vixin, but a vamp as well...hmmm that would explain some things.
I'm still rolling this idea around, but thought we should keep it on page 1. Sounds like you'll need lots of victims, er...bodies, um...players...Yea, thats it players. So here's a bump for you. I'll be keeping my options open.

 

[StarXChyld]

Thank you, Kit

I hope you're still considering joining our happy little group of bloodsuckers.

Any other takers out there?

 

[Steiner]

Anyone wavering should go check out the "A very personal Ad" thread. Honestly, if we can get both these girls involved we'll be subject to UN hotness inspections...

 

[Adapt]

ok ok, me next me next

Well this is my Character; I hope he suits you and the game, cant wait to dive right in –grins- Heres Dante’s intro

IC: The Blackness of the night crept closer to his haunt, after near a century of restful sleep he awakened, “Damn that traitorous Braxis?he bellowed as he thrust his coiled fist thru the lid of his sheltered coffin, his other hand falling flat to the lid and knocking it off its hinges, slipping from the marble embrace he looked around, dreary and hungry. A toll was paid for power as he stumbled about, hearing the sounds of footsteps he decided to have a meal and slip off, his speed was still quite nimble as was all his prowess that he had sometime ago. Slipping across the walks of the old beautiful castle, falling silent against the cobblestone as he made his way to the sounds. His castle they decided to defile with their insignificant banter and ranking, his castle. Dante didn’t mind, he was hungry, slipping closer; he took eyes upon the wisp walking fools, “hunters??he asked himself as he hung upside down against a wooden bar that ran across the stones of the castle, sneering as he flipped and tumbled with grace and balance across the various short paths of the massive monastery like encasement.

Following their path, stalking like the nights wind, he followed them to where he rested, they inspected the marble casting and shattered pieces, slipping in for a closer look, his hunger drawing him closer and closer to the ones that dare defile his resting area, “A sabbit and his underling slaves?he spoke with a hissing laughter, haughty and well rendered. Standing his back against the wall, he chuckled with a hint of smear in his soft heavenly voice, high up on the wall, leaning out to them with a grin.

Forcing himself from the stone backfield with the pressing of his feet against it, he sprung off with speed and grace, the wind in his wake instantly knocking out of there hands there sources of light, again a haunting laughter was heard as the large form took to one of the underlings, severing his head from the rest of his body with a quick slash of a piece of marble that lay on the floor, quickly the sabbit turned an the balls of his toes, looking behind him only to be met with a crushing blow to his cheek with a coiled fist, instantly shattering his cheek and jaw. Scampering over to the light, bringing it about to shine upon the Fallowed Creature, his hand sliding about to find the silver stake she dropped as sweat streaked across her forehead, “Holy Shit…” she shouted as the body of another one of her underlings came to fall on her, “Sherri Look out!?the sabbit rung with his raspy throat, but it was to late.

She caught the gaze of the night hunter, she felt his soothing touch as he looked down to her, she was held breathless as she wanted to look at him more, getting lost in his two pools of sapphire reflections, Dante leaned in slowly, his tongue running the area of her pulse as he could feel the beat raise against her skin, she could feel his cheek nuzzle her neck softly, drowning out all words her sabbit yelled as she felt the burning desire to be with him, dropping the weapon in hand just to touch this wondrous beast that has chosen her to touch, “Sherri, kill him, use your…” as she saw the weapon drop she leaned her head back, knowing she was gone.

The wisp of cool euphoric breath seemed to strangle her as she panted for breath, she shivered as his teeth grazed her neck softly, she moaned in pleasure as he deepened the fatal kiss and sunk his fangs to bear, feeding from her as his right hand cupped her neck, pulling her closer, his other hand trailing the small of her back as he drank from her, he could feel the sweet blood course thru his lips as he continued to drain her, feeling his energies recuperate, his supreme physique returning to him as he drank from her, finally finishing, her eyes fell closed as she was robbed her life. Dropping her lifeless corpse to the floor with a thud, the Toreador Elder stepped forth in all his glory to the weakling sabbit, looking at her wretched form, trembling, he laughed as a hand slipped to reach him, lifting him from the other dead body, his hand embraces around his face, slowly crushing it, streaks of blood soon followed as he heard the dome of his skull crack and shatter against the force of the awesome ones hand, the sabbit only had one last blessing to look into Dante’s beautiful the seduction complete, but not needing of anymore sustenance he completed in the tasked and crushed the her head into a pile of chipped bones and destroyed brain tissue, snickering as the rest of her body fell to the floor, slipping a rag from the now deceased sabbit, he cleaned his soiled hand “Filthy creature?he growled in a low toned voice, as he dropped the rag back on the sabbit and left

OOC: Dante comes from a rich background of history, as a child he grew up rich with his parents, he was shown to exhibit many talents, considers a prodigy of arts at a infantile age of 6 years, painting as well as the best around the there country, even ranking upon the top elites around the world. Taking a passion for art early, but dropped it as early, soon he began to see women, he enjoyed them immensely ever since learning he had a particular hold on them, become familiar with the body of a female in little time at all and grow a stable of them that was said to reach in the hundreds in as early as 16, he was a clever man, outwitting most and if not, he could easily do it with the rapier or another equally fashionable weapon, schooled in many areas to become more of a gentleman then already was, balancing books on his head, bowing and showing respect to the ladies, all he passed with flying colors, turning to be a wondrous gentleman, winning the hearts of many and destroying the hearts of many more, he turned out to become quiet the ladies man, bringing his stable upon to the five hundreds some say when he reached the age of 18. He never really took upon an religion, preferring to stay fruitful and enjoyable, loving all of his woman that he kept, in time thou became a prince to most a civilized England long ago, fighting against countless enemies to take the throne in the 16th century, hard fought and many a tale of brave and sacrifices, political battle and duels he matched to gain ranking thru his other fellows, killing off many adversaries in the process, finally reaching the ranking standard of king, but his reign was short lived as he met with Braxis, the two became good friends in time, but what Braxis really wanted was the throne, actually putting his trust in him, Dante fell for his traps and deceptions, late one night taking him to the crypt of his own castle, he put him to sleep with potent drugs that his alchemist made, slipping it within his meals for 20 years before the effects finally came in play, leading a tired Dante to the vaults, he locked him into the marble embrace and that is where things start now?

Dante to most women are a peek of sexual prowess, he has the looks and the abilities, he considers all women a piece of art board in which he can pain his magic’s on, he’s very powerful when it comes to physically and has a dominating personality, which means all his learning and knowing will come from schools that are in that type of range (Sorry lost the book, that’s why I cant name them –frowns-) His physique is chiseled like a god and he possesses some of the same prowess in the love making department, his very charming, with just a look, a weak willed individual is as good as his

 

[StarXChyld]

Welcome Adapt!

Welcome to the game. Adapt. I congratulate you for being so brave to step up first. And for that great deed, I bestow upon Dante the title of Toreador Elder

You have claimed your title, you will recieve your very own thread to post with all those in your clan. (I'll have that up for you shortly.) Second, being the Elder of the Clan means you may sire at will as stated under the THIRD TRADITION. Of course, you understand that you will be responsible for any and all chyldren you do so sire. And lastly, you will be awarded 40 Blood Points.

I'm sure you did read that little clause up above about Blood Points, yes? ::wicked smile::

In order to restore your Blood Points, you must "feed". Each time you "feed" you'll be given 8 more points. If you forget to "feed" or can't find a suitable victim. . .er. . .I mean, "meal" and you use all your Blood points, you're DEAD.

Welcome, Adapt. I look forward to watching you and your clan of Torries. You artist types amuse me. hehehe

We'll be starting the actual RP sometime later this week. . .Watch this spot for further details.

Ta-ta for now!

 

[Steiner]

OOC: Welcome, Adapt! Nice to have another player in our little game. It's taking a little while to recruit warm (or even tepid) bodies, so if you can think of someone to contact, please do! I'm looking forward to writing with you, and don't mind Lars, he's got a gruff exterior, but his bark's worse than... Well, no I suppose it isn't, but at least he barks a lot more often than bites.


IC: Well, well. It's refreshing to meet a Toreador who isn't a mincing, lace cuffed, perfume reeking momma's boy! Still - let one in, and before you know it the place will be full of sensitive artist types, sitting around swapping bad poetry about angst.

 

[Adapt]

I already like this

OCC: Thanks I really look forward to this, a lot, and about others, I wish I could help, but (judging by my post¡± I am pretty new here (btw Star, can we pray on like pretend woman if there arent any to really pray on?)

IC: -He stifled a chuckle as his sapphire eyes strayed among the Gangrel, his lips spread wide among his cheek as he came to sit in the chair, ¡°Ah yes, Lars I presume?¡± he smiled as he tapped at his brain to pick his name a simple function for those most disciplined in his chosen school, ¡°I like how you mentioned bad poetry, many of my kind down have a rather extremist view upon there dark subjects¡± he chuckles softly as he leaned back within the velvet embrace and comfort of the chair, motioning to the one next to him, ¡°Please, do sit¡± he crept his haunting smile once more as his gaze turns to the (if any) females that wandered in the room-

 

[Steiner]

OOC: Well, it should be a blast, I think Star's going to get things kicked off later, she's also very persuasive, so let's see if she can rustle up any participants.

 

[Ecclesiastic Jack]

V:tM?....

Well, I find myself inexorably drawn to the dark horror and sexual games behind Vampire: the Masquerade. I'd be more than happy to hop in on this thread, especially since a) It seems to have been let fallow, and b) I really enjoyed StarxChyld's introductory post on the actual thread itself. However, I notice that it has been 9 days since anything has happened there, and 10 here. So I ask myself, and hopefully you Star, is this thread still active? Either way would you mind continuing on if I joined?

 

[Steiner]

Star had a bit of an RL problem that got in the way a little. Things are about to get started - we're just getting some more warm (for the time being!) bodies together...

So - by all means! Drop Star a line and let her know what you have in mind!

 

[Morgana]

Star and all you other vamps, I'm really going to enjoy following this thread.

Being the sweet, selfless gal I am I'd be thrilled to make an appearance as one of the victims.

Just send me a PM when/ if I'm needed.

 

[Steiner]

Oooh... I'll add you to the menu.... Errmmm... Plot....

 

[Adapt]

-chuckles-

-LoL- Steiner thats to funny and Morgana, I would love to take a bite into that sweet neck of yours, it doesnt hurt that I can charm and what not and that a bite from a vampire is pleasureable, anywho, good to see that this thread is starting to kick again, just like to say, I look forward to playing and writing with all of you guys, and gals -smacks his lips- especially you Morgana

 

[StarXChyld]

Please forgive my absence. . .

Jack, if you've been following the thread, I apolgize for the delay. Thank you both Steiner and Adept for holding court while I was detained.

Let's start this baby!

For the record, Mya will be along shortly to join you Steiner as part of the Gangrel clan.

Jack? What clan did you have in mind? Please post your character here ASAP.

Airbourne has graciously asked for a title role in the Venture clan. He should be along shortly as well.

Morgana, you've been added to the list of vict. . .er, volunteers. ::evil grin:: Thank you very much! We may have to put a "special reward" on your contribution to Blood Points. hehehe

I've asked the lovely Lady Kit to play our Prince. Please let me know if you're still available, darling. ::winx::

As for me, I guess Sapphire will have to continue to wait for Razor to join her.

I'll be back as soon as all our characters are introduced here.

 

[Steiner]

Great! A big welcome to all the new Kindred! I look forward to reading your intro's!

 

[airborne92]

OOC:

Yves de Chevalier, Ventrue Clan

Yves was born in 1385, in the city of Orleans. His father was a Baron and his mother a Lady of the Royal court. He was raised to be as noble as the title he was to inherit one day. Kinghted at the age of 20, he was to take part in the Battle of Agincourt 10 years later. The night before he was enjoying the company of a woman from the local village. He was never to see the light of day after that night. All assumed he fell on the field of battle. Spending the next 100 years learning the ways of the Ventrue Clan as he rose in station among them. He spends most of his time subtly influencing those he can profit from in some fashion.

He has accumulated a small stable of 6 women to feed on, never siring any of them into one of the Blood. All are from aristocratic families all over Europe. He still believes in Honor and Chivalry, thus is trusted within the Ventrue Clan. He has learned to keep his friends close and his enemies closer still. He does not rush into anything, and always leaves a way to get out of any situation he enters into.

IC:

I awoke from an extended sleep of 30 years. My last project had been to set into motion the oil embargo of the early 1970's. If everything had gone according to plan, there would be a nice increase in my personal accounts in Zurich. I rose from the stone coffin in the center of the room. A room with no windows and only one steel door. The walls were of white Italian marble, precisely cut and set. I walked over to the door and pushed it open. The door opened into a long hallway in the dungeon of a castle in the Austrian Alps. I entered into the first room on the left. In there I found a new outfit layed out for me on a chest. A black double breasted Armani suit, a charcoal gray shirt, black dress shoes and a blood red tie. I get dressed as I feel a hunger come over me from my extended sleep. I would need to feed soon, I look at the clock on the wall. It is well after dark I notice.

Silently I make my way up into the castle proper. Katrina should be around. I find her in the study, she is examining my financial records. As always she is managing the massive fortune I have accumulated over the past 500 years.

"Is everything in order, my dear Kat?" I ask her. The sudden sound of my voice causes her to jump in her seat. She looks as lovely as she did at the age of 22. Her blonde hair, slightly longer than shoulder length, shimmering in the soft light. She nods as she stands up and walks towards me, knowing what I need right now is to feed.

 

[Adapt]

Nice

Its all falling back into place, good job all and good luck

 

[StarXChyld]

::circles Yves slowly with a discerning eye::

Well, well, well. . .if it isn't our Venture Elder, showing up "fashionably late".

Welcome, Airborne. . .I'm sure you're as tired of the drill as I am, so I'll save you the welcoming speech. I'm sure you're well aware of the rules of the game. . .Probably can recite them from heart! ::chuckles wickedly as she chews on the end of her gold cigarette holder:: Oh, wait! That's right! You don't have a heart. How droll of me. I'm sure you'll forgive me for that little oversight.

Well, darlin', as Venture Elder, I guess I must grant you the same as the other Elders. . .::studies his grave demeanor with much amusement:: Ohhh, I see. That doesn't sit well, does it? I understand, darlin'. ::runs the tip of her blood red nail against the side of his cheek::: Oh, darlin', you really do need a shave! If and WHEN, your Camarilla Prince shows up, I'm sure you'll be granted Justicar status and that'll increase your Blood Points. . .a bit. In the meantime, until she arrives (Lady Kit? You in????), you've got 40 just like the Furballs and the Artsy-Fartsy types.

Now, don't give me that look or I might not find my way to start your thread until. . .oh, say. . .some time next year? ::the contempt dancing in her eyes:: That's much better, dear. I promise to consider it soon. . .

:ulls Steiner over to the side roughly, growling in his ear:: Will you please tell Mya when she arrives, that there is only ONE Sabbat! No group, no Clan. . .we are NOT as you in the Camarilla. . . Please, make that clear to your little one or I shall be forced to teach her the lesson. ::blows a mocking kiss in the direction of the tender little kine, yet to join us::

ADAPT!!! You listening??? Or are you off in your daydreams as usual? ::shakes her head in disgust, chewing hard on the end of her cigarette holder:: Don't try my patience, Boy! Listen up! I've got a lead for ya'. Yeah, don't be gawking at me like I'm some two-bit whore. . .Her name's AngelofSex. She should be checkin' in here soon or you could get off your dreamy arse and send her a PM. Tell her, Sapphire sent ya'. ::smirks::

Alright, I think I spent as much time here with youse that I can stomach for the moment. ::smirks at the motley crew of Camarilla before her:: I'm going to post the traditions once more for those of you too lazy to scroll up and then I'll go sent Yves up in his own thread. . .you DO know what to do, Yves? Yes? ::sighs:: Okay, once again, I'll open the thread and introduce your superior ass, then you come in and post your character again and start a thread. Got it? Get it? Good!

Here's the rules, kids. . .There are six Traditions that the Vampires of the Masquerade must follow. These are listed in order:




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 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.

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.

THE FOURTH TRADITION: THE ACCOUNTING
Those thou create are thine own children. Until thy Progeny shall be Released, thou shall command them in all things. Their sins are thine to endure.

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.

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 among thee shall call the Blood Hunt.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Please prepare for the arrival of Natalia, Prince of Clan Ventrue.

 

[airborne92]

Welcome, I was hoping there would be more of us.

 

[Angelofsex]

Toreador Clan

Toreador Elder has made me a member of his clan, my name is Elizabeth, Princess of Darkness. A writer of many years, and now a follower of his. ( Will be back with more, if this is okay?)

 

[Steiner]

Welcome all!