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  1. #41
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    Dale Keter

    Dale looks around and asks a random neonate (or someone who seems to be at Dale's level but might be Masking it), "Which one is Grand Wyrm Heinz? Which one is Ventrue Priscus Ciara Maskelyne?"
    Max Heinz Ciara Maskelyne

  2. #42
    Max Heinz's Avatar

    Maximilion "Max" Heinz

    Maximilian "Max" Heinz
    Mask of Tranquility
    Occultation 2
    Auspex 1 (Unflinching Eye)
    Presence 3 (Nonchalant)

    Status:
    City : 2
    Ordo: 3
    Mekhet: 1

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    Max raises a curious eyebrow as Tracy talks about Albert. "For his sake, I hope there was a horse or bike involved..." He speaks without any particular inflection and in a hushed tone, but he can't help one corner of his mouth perking up in amusement. They had never really discussed if they were exclusive, but the thin Mekhet couldn't deny there was a fair bit of ego that went into the thought of who Tracy would chose as a partner besides himself. If he had to think about it, he would suppose the Prince or perhaps the Reeve would be acceptable. If he was forced to think about it...

    As Max turns his attention from Albert, the Grand Wyrm scans the rest of Court, quickly finding both the Prince and Archon as they descend into Court. Like himself, they did not exude any Beast; the occultation accounting for Max not acknowledging them sooner. Twist looked striking as always, and Max couldn't help but smirk at the color of Asa's suit. It seems he wasn't the only person in the Domain that favored plum.

    He offered the ruling pair a deep bow from the waist, then turns his attention back to Tracy. "Do you suppose the Reeve would have my hide if I distract you from your Deputy duties for the evening?" If Max smirked earlier, he was truly smiling now. He was obviously joking; as a former Court offical he knew duty came before all else. But the idea of keeping the petite angel on his arm all night certainly had it's appeal.

  3. #43
    Dillon Connery's Avatar

    Onward Christian Soldier
    DILLON CONNERY

    Regent of Valencia
    Reeve of Sacramento
    Bishop of the Lancea et Sanctum
    Priscus of Clan Gangrel
    Aspect of the Predator

    Sacramento ••••
    Lancea Sanctum •
    Gangrel ••••

    Blush of Life active in public
    AotP disabled in Court


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    Dillon Connery
    Blood Potency ●●●●
    Presence ●●● (Disarming), Striking ●● (Boyish Good Looks)

    While the Reeve of Sacramento isn't the only one to appear in white tonight, he certainly seems to have his own take on it. The suit he wears is actually an extremely pale pearl or creme color, but one can only tell when the light hits it at the appropriate angle, giving it a bit of a glow effect. There are cufflinks, but no tie. A jeweled brooch clasps the shirt closed at Dillon's throat.

    It's not a look he normally sports. But as usual, he sells it with calm confidence. The mistake many people make is when they think too much about their clothing. Not that Dillon looks down on elaborate clothing... quite the opposite, if you've ever seen him in costume... but stressing over such a thing is counter-productive. Never worry about what others will think, and only barely about the statement you're making.

    A motto that might not work for everyone, but it does for him.

    As soon as other Beasts are detected, The hellhound swells with anger in the back of Dillon's mind. Three canine voices utter fierce, low growls. Six nostrils snort plumes of ash and cinder. It wishes only to challenge or dominate every other it can sense... and this is without any special properties of Gangrel blood.

    Dillon's jaws flex almost imperceptibly.

    This Beast is his. He holds the leash on it, and not the other way around. Months he has spent gaining control over it, after the mishap with the girl at the Ridge Motel. The Execution Court last year marked his greatest victory yet. As strong as the demon dog gets, the Reeve has thus far managed to outpace it.

    Though it seems as though he and the lady he escorts are Heaven bound tonight, Dillon stops at the stairs. He lifts Martha's hands gently off of his arm to usher her ascension. He grants her a wink, and an encouraging smile; lingering by the foot of the steps to be close at hand should her C-Leg fail.

    He would take her up, but he knows how she likes to do it herself, now.

    Martha Villiers
    Mask of Tranquility
    Presence ●●●● (Sweetly Innocent), Striking Looks ●● (Petite Gibson Girl)

    Martha's Beast grumbles and struggles. For a long time she's held it on a short and tight leash. She was in no mood to let control slip now. Each Court offered a mix of threat and promise. There was no reason to suspect tonight would be any different.

    Feeling far from pure...she had Sins to repent...so she shunned white and instead wore a vivid violet, amaranth red, as the Church called it.

    Martha was sweetly attired in an English school uniform of the Edwardian style: a neat straw boater, a violet blazer...a pair of scholarly spectacles are perched on the end of her nose. She wears a long violet gymslip, revealing her slim legs to mid calf...her ebony black hair is tied into neat twin tails. Each twin tail is tied with a large purple ribbon bow. She wears a matching purple kneesock on her flesh leg and a pair of carefully polished purple Mary Jane shoes thanks to her C-Leg prosthesis. A crisp purple blouse is obvious where the gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie which is tucked neatly into her gymslip. A satchel hangs from a shoulder. Amongst other things, it held copies of notices she had to post in the Elysium Field tonight.

    Martha also carries a simple yellow linen parasol which, now it is unfurled and rests over a shoulder, perhaps gives the impression of a halo.

    Sharing a shy smile with Dillon as he offered her a chance to ascend first, there is no hesitation. If she is to meet Heaven, she's determined to do so on her own terms. As Martha ascends towards the stairs to Heaven's gate, her limp exaggerates the closer she gets to the gate itself.

    Images
    Be polite. Be courteous. Show professionalism. And have a plan to kill everyone in the room.

    Blood Potency •••••
    Presence ••• (Disarming)
    Striking •• (Boyish Good looks)

  4. #44
    Twist's Avatar
    Presence
    (Seductive)
    Striking Looks
    (Delicate)
    Mask of Tranquility
    Kalos Hamilton (Ghoul)
    New Identity (Myah Torsione)
    Twist
    Kalos Hamilton (Ghoul)

    +1
    SL
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    As they entered Court, Twist didn’t bother to hide her gaze as it scanned over who had already arrived. There were a lot of wings. She didn’t recall there being so many last time she had attended such a function, but perhaps she had simply been concerned with other matters. It was a different time then.

    Smiling, she turned to Asa, “It appears the theme for court was a success.” Though she hadn’t actually doubted it would be it wasn’t as though the city hadn’t had seen such a strongly themed court go awry. It pleased her that this particular one was a success.

    Turning back to the crowd she caught sight of Allison Black and with something very akin to a smirk she glanced to Asa with quirked eyebrow, “I am starting to see a trend…”
    Counterfeiting Life (Blush) in Public Scenes

  5. #45
    Princess's Avatar


    Anabella writhes and wriggles in her own skin at the presence of so many reasons to flee. Her arms hold rigidly to her sides as she waits for the whole mental ordeal to begin to calm. Had she been surrounded like this before? To this extent? It certainly didn't feel like it. But the alternative to calm was perhaps leaving this city again, and a life of constant travel became less and less appealing the further she'd travelled. So it was time to dig in.

    They haven't attacked me yet, here. That is a good sign, isn't it? she reassured herself, studying the crowd to try and puzzle out who the movers and shakers were.

    She doubted that any kine would strut about so cavalierly, and recalled that her own Master hadn't invoked this feeling. I wonder if it has to do with the Ordo, or is it something else? How to ask without looking... vulnerable, I wonder. But there were only so many questions one could phrase when so little information was already possessed.

    And she spotted the perfect person to ask without tempting herself to run away screaming mid-question. ( Chris Wooding ) Approaching the pleasantly non-terrifying visage of the man she expected to be more than he seemed, she inquires, "Good evening, Sir. May I ask you a few questions?"

  6. #46
    Dog's Avatar

    Presence ••
    Blood Potency ••••
    Domain Status •• (Respected)
    Gangrel Status •• (Respected)
    Dog

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    Dog really wasn't one for dressing up. Generally, if it could be bought and then thrown on, he'd call it a costume. These themed Courts never really thrilled him. Mainly, because "Dirty Vampire Predator" never seemed to be the theme. Now that would be fun. Instead, it was like putting cake frosting on shit.

    The problem with his approach to costuming, was that sometimes the selection wasn't great. Not when you didn't plan in advance, and walked into the first costume store you saw.

    He figured he'd make it work.

    Hell, he'd even shave, to make it work. Make it look like he was trying, and all that. He'd figured out a while back as long as he showed up at Court all respectable like, everyone assumed that's how he was whenever he wasn't at Court.

    At least, that's what he assumed. They sure didn't bother him, and that suited him just fine.

    He took the stairs on the right. It wasn't a conscious decision -- he was right handed, and tended to go to the right when given a choice. If you'd asked him if the stairs on either side were decorated, he had no idea.

    His usual feral grin curled his lip as he saw all the others, their presence screaming challenges like wolves baying in the night. Inside, his own answered, and he stood motionless for several long moments, relishing the feeling. It was so primal, and delicious.

    One of these days...

    He saw Roxie, and nodded, but stayed on the upper level. He felt ridiculous, and didn't want to hear any shit.

    Dog Done Got Hisself Dressed Up Fer Court

  7. #47
    Asa's Avatar
    Striking Looks
    (Handsome)
    Mask of Tranquility
    New Identity
    (Clark Miller)
    Prince Asa Clarke

    Mask of Tranquility
    Striking •• Handsome
    Presence ●●●●●
    Charismatic/Commanding
    Need to set these up
    The Prince's Ghoul • Cozette Muriel
    The Prince's Ghoul • Olivette Angeline

    +1
    SL
    5
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    Twist & Asa continue here...
    Description: 6'4, with an invitingly easy charm. Speaks with a slow cadence that borders on a drawl, but without an accent. Subtle hints of wealth in clothing and accouterments.

  8. #48
    Aileen McFarlane's Avatar

    Aileen McFarlane

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    From her own shy corner of the even, Aοleen watched the movers and shakers of the Kindred Society move seemlessly in the crowd, mingling here, nodding there, with an ease she doubted she could ever replicate. In her own fashion though, she was coming to terms with the fact that she was to be more active, should she want to achieve her ordained role, and enjoy her life more.

    Nodding to the Lady Sage, she returned the compliment.

    Aοleen and Daniella continue >here<

  9. #49
    Chris Wooding's Avatar

    Mask of Tranquility
    SL •• (Handsome)
    Domain ••• (Reeve)
    Circle ••• (Hierophant)
    Mekhet •• (Recognized)
    (-1 Vitae in Requiem for Blush)
    Chris Wooding

    Mask of Tranquility
    Mekhet
    Circle of the Crone


    - 1 Vitae for Blush of Life in Requiem Subforum

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    Anabella and Chris continue here...
    Presence •• (Easy Going) | Striking Looks •• (Boy Next Door) | Mask of Tranquility | CotC ••• | Domain ••• | Mekhet ••

  10. #50
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    Savnok

    With his conversation with Claire now complete, the neonate surveys the Court before him. His gaze came across one lone Kindred - his Beast radiated intense ferocity that rivaled the Reeve. Albert immediately clenched his fist to resist the urge to flee. He had only one thought in mind, defiance of the Beast's cowardice.

    With a great deal of mental exertion, he quieted the fears of his inferior potency. The man looked familiar but the Ventrue couldn't remember where he encountered him. Slowly, Sawyer approached the vampire. (@%1;)

    He greeted the man politely, "Hello, how are you?"

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